Borzoi-Palooza

Thanks to Facebook, I’ve become friends with the Aunt of Lilly’s (former) best, best friend (Katie, the borzoi). It seems love of the “Bozos,” as they are affectionately called, runs in the family. With Thanksgiving on the horizon, Dana and her crew are headed to Colorado. We’re having dinner at Katie’s old house next Monday.

I cannot promise off-leash play dates with a whole house full of borzoi. I cannot even promise group walks, if the weather allows. BUT, I will try to get photos of ME sitting in a whole pile of dogs with pointy, pointy noses.

I laughed when Dana warned me not to wear nice clothes to dinner, like a girl like me cares one iota about picking up a little dog hair (or dirt).

Despite my begging (and I mean ba-egging), the family will pick up their newest addition … a puppy named Rory … on their way HOME, not on their way here.

I know. I know. It is completely NOT FAIR to take a young pup on a road trip to somewhere else for a week before he really gets to go home, but how fun would it have been for Lilly to meet a VERY young borzoi? … even though he is now likely bigger than Lilly is.

We know she has a thing for sight hounds.

Rory, as a tiny boy

Rory, on the run

Rory, getting big!

Rory has already met his new family, including these two smiling beasties.

Shayna and Strider, going to meet Rory for the first time in October

So, I’ll get to have a little pre-Thanksgiving social thing with Shayna and Strider … and of course, Thunder (who lives at Katie’s old house).

Thunder, our local Bozo connection

And, just because I found it on Dana’s Facebook photo album, here is a doggone funny photo of Kaya, Rory’s mom. (Look closely, she is grinning.)

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