Dogs in Paris

Well , I can’t claim that I know Paris , so let’s just shoot from the hip , so to speak . Ada and I have been over here for , well , a couple of weeks or three weeks , a few days or ten years —- take your pick . I’ve sort of lost sense of time . If I knew what date it is I could figure it out .

I just got back from the dog park with Tola , Ada’s sister’s dog . Tola wants to run , mainly , which requires a big enough companion dog with whom to trot along . Most of the dogs at the dog park are tiny little beasts . Cute , but tiny . A couple of larger ones today weren’t runners , I guess . They seem to be content with sniffing other dogs and turning in tight circles , but not running . Tola waits for that one longed -for dog who will take off and run the length of the area ; Tola will follow along in a game of chase —– but no luck today .

Tola is a Mexican hairless acquired , I think, from Mauritania . Maybe I got that wrong . Someplace that sounds like Mauritania . If I had a map , I would have a better sense of where some of these places are ; but I don’t . Anyway , it’s a nice dog , well behaved , courteous with people and other dogs . She runs like a greyhound . She waits mostly in vain for that longed-for runner to chase around with . I feel a little sorry for her as she watches those small dogs scuttling around in tight circles , taking off at a run but then abandoning the attempt immediately .

Tola wears a little doggie sweater and an outer coat . It’s red . Before I came over here I kind of thought the dog clothing thing was a lot of frou-frou . Ada’s sister had explained that since her dog is hairless it needs the extra protection from the elements . French froufrou , I thought ; but now I suppose the beast does get cold in the cold Paris air . I don’t know about in hot weather . We wash her paws after we come home . Maybe that makes sense , too . At any rate , dogs are a lot of work . We walk her three times a day , a long walk in the middle of the day . Entirely too much work , I say . It’s a great dog , but I’m glad it’s not mine .

Ada and I are responsible for the dog while Ada’s sis is in the hospital . She had heart surgery a week or so ago and came through it well . She will stay in rehab for ten days , and after that we’ll have to see how she does with the dog .

Sounds like we came to Paris to dog sit . Not exactly.

Yesterday Ada and I walked the dog downtown into the center of things , near the Opera , amongst the tourists , and we got seriously disoriented ; had to let GPS bail us out to find our way home . Ada’s sister couldn’t be there to guide us , and that dog of hers was of no use either . If Tola knew the way ( I’m quite sure that she did ) she wasn’t talking . Dogs !


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4 responses to “Dogs in Paris

  1. She probably heard you say she was too much work. “I’ll fix you, buddy.” Our dog isn’t hairless, but she doesn’t get.a winter coat, so we have to put one on her. We don’t wash her feet. She’s Irish, you know how they can be 😏

  2. Dog sitting in Paris? Sounds good to me. I hope Ada’s Sister is doing well. 🙏

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