Well, it seems that Paris suits me. I am a very picky eater (not many people know that) and I haven't really been excited about dog food for some years now, and Nikki refuses to feed me "people food" (even though I am a people). But all of this walking in the sunshine down the Champs Elysee is doing me good. I am eating well -- French dog food, of course.
We haven't been doing much lately. Nikki can't seem to get out of bed until 1 pm because she's either writing or chatting on the phone till the wee hours. What's up with that? I'm on a strict schedule of sightseeing and toppling the French government. But Nikki's not on board. I will urge her to change her night-owl schedule and take me out in the daytime when I can do my best espionage. Besides, a little doggie needs his sleep.
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