We have taken to calling Lizzie our pet cat. As part of our apartment move and trying to keep our lives manageable while we wait for the house to be done, we dispersed dogs. Leo is staying with our good friends, and Brady is staying with my in-laws. Lizzie is here with us…the apartment does allow dogs, it’s just that it’s WAY easier to only deal with one dog rather than three. Especially when you’re on the third floor.

But she seriously is the Quietest. Cardigan. Ever. She only barks if someone actually knocks on our door. She only needs to go outside a few times a day. She’s a natural healer on leash…Dave was commenting how easy and enjoyable it was to walk her, vs Brady who is a constant training session STILL at age 9. She pretty much just wants to lay on the couch next to me or in the office with Dave, chew on her bones, and occasionally play with a squeaky toy.

We take her over to the in-laws or our friends’ house for “play dates” with the boys, and she’s always glad to see them. But now I’m debating whether I really want them back! ROFL (kidding, kidding…)