DOGS of Paris
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.
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10/27/2011 10:44:03 pm
Eileen, your pooch portraits are perfect. I so love the Bullie (of course) and the Frenchie, but the Lab in a vintage MG, um um um, nice life indeed! The first pic is priceless and Pipi is one stylin' triceratops.
10/28/2011 12:46:21 am
Margo - I didn't take my camera to dinner the last night we were in Paris (imagine that!) so I have no photo of this dog; When we left the restaurant there was a young woman outside walking her albino Great Dane. It was the BIGGEST Great Dane I have ever seen! I could not believe that anyone would have a dog that size in Paris. I said to the woman -- do you live in an apartment, and she said yes. I then asked if she lived in a BIG apartment. This time she smiled and very slowly said Y..E..S... Another dog living the sweet life in Paris. No photos this trip of cats, but have taken many on other visits.
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