As much as I enjoy being in Paris, I miss my husband and my puppy so much it hurts! There is something about the tail wag, loving eyes, and fluffy fur of a puppy that can brighten my most sour moods. And my puppy, Huxley, loves me so unconditionally. Dogs are great. Luckily, Paris is full of them! As I was walking around looking at art galleries, I mentioned how much the French seem to love their dogs and he says the French don't love their dogs as much as the English, but that they were probably second on the list of countries who love their dogs most.
It Olivier Roux's talk about shopping districts in Paris, he said almost all stores allow dogs, but they ask that the owners carry them. In some of the most expensive and luxurious stores, dogs are allowed to walk on the floor and the sales associates will even cater to the dog, getting it water or food or whatever the owner desires for the dog. If a sales associate was kind and playful with my dog, I would certainly be inclined to spend more!
Dogs are also allowed at all restaurants! Restaurants even have "house dogs" which often greet customers at the door and have their own beds in the restaurants. I adore crossing people with their dogs on the sidewalks. One man even let me pet his little dog when I was feeling particularly sad about being away from Huxley. Yorkshire Terrier mixes and Rack Russell Terriers seem to be the most popular.
So Huxley, if Dad is reading this to you, I want you to know how much I miss you! I've been saying "Bonjour" to all of your French friends. They sniff me and wag their tails and ask me to to say "Bonjour" to you when I see you next! I think you would enjoy being a Paris dog. You would love the long walks and puppy-watching at the cafes. I bet you would make lots of friends and love it when strangers smile at you. I hope you're having fun at home! All my love.