I love my dog. The French love their dogs. I have never had one person in France tell me "no" when I ask if I can photograph their dog. Isn't this a sweet little guy, hanging out on rue St. Paul in the Marais?
If French dogs are not shopping with their owner...
waiting for their owner...
questioning their owner...
strolling through the market with their owner...
or manning the shop with their owner...
well, then... they are probably relaxing at a café with their owner.
Ahh.... the feel of the wind blowing through your fur while driving down rue St. Dominique on La Rive Gauche.
I have the feeling this dog leads a very nice life in Paris.
I think many dogs lead very nice lives in Paris.
I'd like to request being a Parisian dog in my next life.
He seems happy.
I am certain the French would not subject their dogs to this kind of humiliation.
My Pipi won't even smile for the camera. Is it really that painful?
Oh Pips... you just have to wear the triceratops costume for a few hours on Halloween! That's it! I'll put it away after that. You never have to strap this to your head again! Promise.
TAKE a LOOK: