On the metro this morning there was a woman with a cocker spaniel...she gently wiped his droopy eyes and made sure the train travellers gave him some space. In a seat there was a man reading the paper with a dachshund on his knee. The dachshund would push his head up, into the paper, whenever he needed some attention...and occasionally would whine softly and the man would play a peek-a-boo game with the paper to keep his friend happy. Paris has a big heart for its canine companions.
Squeezed in a visit to one of last year's favourite record stores...Plus de Bruit...my favourite because record-crate-height stools are provided for the searchers and their patient plus-ones!
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Hi Sally & Brent, Love the stories about les Parisiens and their canine friends. Glad to hear of your success with your purchases (with the help of your grand homme). L&G
Hi Sally and Brent
After reading about the French doting on their dogs I thought, at last, something we do better than the Parisians! Look, am not saying they were actually mistreating their little fellows but I hardly think they were spoiling them or treating them with the devotion they deserve.
Now in Brunswick Street yesterday, for example, I saw an owner open his car door and kneel down on the road as a footstool so as to make it easier for his Airedale Terrier to step down to the footpath. In Darling Gardens a lady was having a picnic and was well set up with silver service and was hand feeding her tiara-adorned Schnauzer grain fed steak with a side serve of Smackos. We also saw a particularly attentive owner sniffing the bottoms of other passing dogs to save his rather overweight Labrador the trouble.
We even saw a full procession slowly walking down the St Georges Road bike path. This particular owner was taking his Dachshund for an outing to the park. Seated on a silk pillow it was being carried shoulder high on an antique Tibetan golden wooden litter by four attendants in royal livery. Out front girls dressed as Greek nymphs were dancing and throwing the appreciative little sausage dog liver treats and hand made meat balls. Taking up the rear was a 40 piece German military band in full uniform playing ‘How Much is that Pretty Little Dachshund in the Window’.
We clearly have a lot to teach the French about dog care. Sometimes I am just so proud to be an Australian. Just about to leave to catch the ferry to Tasmania will hopefully check out the blog when we have reception.
Cheers, Paul
One day Sally, you have to introduce me to Paul. He cracks me up! I aspire to post comments that are as good as his. Sadly, looking back, I must wear my glasses!
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