Does Nikki look like a tourist, or what? Ditch the camera bag, honey!
Today Nikki took me to a dog bakery, the only one of its kind in all of France, Mon Bon Chien. I liked it because they left the display open and I stole a lot of cookies. Also, the place is owned by an American woman, who totally "got" me as an American dog -- she petted me a lot and gave me goodies. Ah, just like home!
Some musings . . .
I only like riding the Metro when Nikki carries me. When I'm on the ground everything's all noisy and there are too many feet. I vote that Nikki carries me always, no matter where, no matter when, simply all the time. Let's work on that.
French dogs seem a little snooty. When they walk by me, their humans snatch them up or pull them to the side. Do I look that menacing? Do I look like I have fleas? I think it's just their humans know about my World Dogination plan, and it frightens them. Yeah, you'd better watch out, Pomme Frite.
I like baguette. That's French bread. It looks like a sausage, but it's bready and crunchy and chewy.
Someone left a comment for me to post a photo of some of the French guys that Nikki has been meeting. Here is one. She says he's "hot," but honestly, I think she likes him because he's really quiet.
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