We had a walk by the seaside on Christmas morning.
I saw this little French bulldog coming along the prom towards us with his two owners and wondered if he would stop to say hello. He did. And he was gorgeous: wriggly, soft and warm.
His name? 'Levi, as in jeans'. I was unexpectedly reminded of my paternal grandfather, Levi, but as in biblical associations.
After Levi had stopped wriggling, I asked for a photo. At just 16 weeks old he understood 'Sit'. Three shots and I liked this one.
Babs, for various reasons, no, not tempted, sadly.
Thank you. It's the first time a little dog has sat so still for his photo!