Little Prince Balazy's the name. Princing it around Chicago is his game.
It's a big job for a wheat-colored poodle type, but he carries it off.
I thought this was an interesting Yankee corollary to the blue blooded Brit bowsers we met yesterday. Think about this: which of us would swan about telling people we were prince, princess, queen, duke, landgravine of anything? But we have no problem, in the main, exalting our non-human housemates.
Heaven knows they've got a much better attitude about class than we do. (Don't worry - link takes you right to His Royal Windy-City Chicago-style Highness!)
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