Part of me is always sorry I can't take my dog with me to Paris. Although I'm assured she would be welcome at my hotel, I wouldn't dream of subjecting her to a plane ride that I find increasingly grueling. So I leave her at home with babysitters she loves and I make due
with Sophie substitutes.
I'm greeted by the owner's two as I go to check in.
I just have to walk down the street to a typical cafe where it's evident that dogs are at home wherever they go in Paris. And nobody seems to mind...
This greyhound in the Galeries Lafayette looks a bit sheepish about being there!
This little Yorkie was working at a Papeterie not far from my hotel.
This one looks like he's dying to be up on that chair, slurping something cool. Maybe that's why his owner has her foot firmly on his leash!
When I caught up to the owner of this pooch in a purse, she explained that she was carrying him because he wasn't feeling well that morning.
It's so good to be greeted when I get back to my hotel! (Though I'm not sure if it makes me miss Sophie less or even more!)
