I've been having a hard time bottling this up lately and just need to get it off my chest.



This giant lovable doofus is my brothers family dog, Levi. We aren't totally sure what kind of dog he is, but the best guess is a shepherd/rott mix. He is absolutely one of the sweetest family dogs I have ever known! Weighing in at a whopping 120, he'll bowl me over in excitement whenever my brothers family brings him over for Sunday dinner, but he still manages to be super gentle around their 6 year old (who for other reasons is about the size of your average 3 year old). He doesn't much care for strangers, but in the past my sister in law has said that's one of the only reasons she's moderately comfortable leaving the older kids (13 and 11) home alone with him.

Now he's had some health problems involving blowing out the tendons on both his back legs. I understood why my brother opted not to get the corrective surgeries for it, since his youngest son has a heart condition that requires lots of very expensive surgeries and I can't fault anyone for choosing their child over their dog when it comes to those decisions. On the bright side, Levis legs appear to be doing much better lately! Last I saw him his hindquarters had put on a good bit of the bulk they had been losing and he had much more stamina during playtime as well as a much reduced limp. The doctor had said before that his leg problems could correct themselves, though he didn't think that was super likely, so it's good to see that happening.

The part about this dogs story that has me absolutely furious is that my brothers family is seriously considering getting rid of Levi. For me, who was raised believing dogs were a part of the family, this just kills me. I had thought me brother was the same way, but apparently not. At this point I think the only reason they still have him is because no one they know wants a gimp dog, and no one they don't know wants a gimp dog that doesn't want anything to do with them. Every weekend I have to listen to my niece talk about what kind of dog she wants to get once Levi is gone, and I'm dying on the inside not being able to tell her and their family that they should be ashamed treating the animal that loves them like yesterday's leftovers.

I know it's only a matter of time at this point before the poor dog ends up at a shelter or put down (luckily the county shelter where they live is no-kill, but who knows with a dog that acts aggressive toward strangers?). I would take this dog in a heartbeat if I didn't live in an apartment that prohibits shepherds, so I'm constantly needling my parents about whether or not they would take him in. They've got a big house on 4 acres with a fenced yard, so they have the room and my dad has been talking about getting anot her big dog. Dad likes Levi and mom doesn't mind him, but they're still on the fence about taking him in.

The whole situation is upsetting to me, and being hormonaly unstable right now (pregnant! Woo) I'm about ready to burst into tears every time I see or think about this poor dog. I don't know how to handle this anymore besides hope that my parents end up taking him in and that my brother has the sense to never get another dog again.