|Bonjour Blog Readers|
I'm an hour away from a house full of guests to celebrate the Raz Man's Birthday. It's a gorgeous night and we shall be dining outside. I've decorated the massive table with flowers and mismatched bits as it is a very casual dinner. Sausages and chicken on the BBQ, baked potatoes and corn on the cob, followed by vanilla cake with strawberries. And I'm going to introduce Balto to my friends. The good thing is 6 out of 10 of my dinner guests are from Montreal and are French speaking, so he will feel right at home. His English? Not so good. We have agreed to speak Fringlish.
I picked him up on Thursday, doing the "pass off" from the foster family to me at the back of a school parking lot at 7 am. I am sure it looked like a drug run at first, passing bags of stuff from one car to the other. It was love at first sight. He's adorable, gentle and sweet and moved in like he had always been here. I am so thrilled with him. He may not have long with us because he is already 12, but I can guarantee that his twilight years will be filled with love. And Birthday cake!