Tyler in the elevator waiting for us to lock up so he can go on his walk. When I adopted him nearly seven years ago, he was so scared of the elevator and would never go in. After all, Tyler’s really a Southerner since his first mom had adopted him in Texas (I know – who would’ve thought I’d have a Texan dog), and he wasn’t quite used to apartment living. These days, he’s no longer afraid of the elevator. I can even press the button for him and meet him downstairs and he’ll be fine. Ha.