Happy birthday Rory! She is eight years old today, which is old age for a Great Dane, and a miracle for one who lost a leg to cancer when she was two. We gave her a special treat to celebrate.Β πŸ•πŸŽ

Rory with a bone treat

Rory with a bone treat

Rory with a bone treat

Rory with a bone treat

Rory doesn’t like car trips, probably because she doesn’t do it as often as many dogs. She has the entire back of the car, but wants to be up front with us, for reassurance… which results in dog slobber on my shorts. But she eventually calms down a bit. πŸ•πŸš™

Rory slobbering my shorts

Rory slobbering my shorts

Rory in the car

Rory in the car

We boarded Rory over the weekend, so she could be in comfortable air conditioning instead of being carted around in our car when we had to leave for house showings. When we picked her up yesterday, she had to get closer to us, getting stuck climbing over the back seat. πŸ•πŸš—

Rory in our car

Rory in our car

Paladin sleeping on my sweatshirt, in his cardboard nest, and on one of Rory’s beds (hey, she wasn’t using it). πŸˆπŸ•

Paladin

Paladin

Rory and Paladin