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Dog Trots Globe (to Paris). Or Not.

Yorkshire TerrierI started writing this post over the weekend, after reading Sherry Long’s Dog Trots Globe To Paris & Provence, a story about Sherry’s trip to Paris and Provence with her husband and dog. In fact, the whole book is written from the point of view of Chula, the Long’s 9-year old Sheltie.

I never finished writing this post over the weekend because Ella, my 9-year old Yorkie, got sick. Again. (At Christmas, she was hit with hemorrhagic gastroenteritis, which is as horrid and bloody as it sounds.) So I spent the last few days at the vet, or nursing my suddenly and uncharacteristically needy pup.

I believe the literary gods call that “irony.”

Ms. Ella is the kind of dog you would expect to be a canine jetsetter. She would, in theory, fit under the seat of any aircraft, and is the perfect (if not trendy) fashion accessory.

If only.

I can’t even begin to picture Ella on an airplane, crammed under the seat and whimpering the whole nine hours to Paris (and more than ten back to Miami). She wants to be a part of the action too much. Given her delicate digestive system, I’m not sure what gastrointestinal disaster would result from the trauma of the trip. And I’m not sure there is enough Xanax/Valium out there to keep both her and me calm for that sort of voyage.

That said, were Ella to be a traveling kind of canine, Paris—indeed all of France—would offer her the kind of welcome reserved for foreign dignitaries and royalty. Or as Chula the Sheltie said in Dog Trots Globe, “The French have the right respect for dogs…” You’re far more likely to see a dog sitting at a table inside a restaurant than you are a child.

Dog Trots Globe Book CoverChula’s adventures were drool-worthy, for dog or human. She spent days wandering the streets of Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, and exploring the villages of Provence. She (and her biped companions) discovered the dog-friendly spots in Paris, and the few spots—museums, and gardens—that said interdit to les chiens.

But Chula did get to go to a vernissage at an art gallery on the Île Saint-Louis, for American expat photographer Meredith Mullins, and ride a carrousel at the base of the Eiffel Tower. Lucky dog!

The only way Ella will ever make it to Paris is aboard a private jet, so if anyone out there would like to loan me one, we’re ready to go. In the meantime, Miami is, in many ways, similar to Paris in its attitudes toward dogs. While you’ll never see one inside a restaurant, you’ll find the dog to human ratio at many outdoor tables practically 2:1. Dogs are more likely to get a bowl of water delivered to them before waiters even take drink orders for the rest of the table.

Ella has been to Nordstrom on more than a few occasions…she even received a lovely note from one of our salesgirls.  I wonder if that would happen at Bon Marché.

Should anyone come through with that private jet (hint, hint), Sherry Long offers all the tips I’d need to get through the bureaucracy of bringing Ella into France.

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3 Responses to “Dog Trots Globe (to Paris). Or Not.”

  1. Susan MacCulloch says:

    Just discovered your lovely website through Chula’s Facebook page. We shared our life with a rescue Sheltie for 6 years, and he sadly crossed to Rainbow Bridge at age 13 last March. I don’t think our Kiko would enjoy flying but he never minded long road trips by car. And I think he would have enjoyed wandering around the lavendar fields in Provence.

    My sister and her husband just moved to Paris for his job for a few years. Will have to share your website with her. Best regards.

  2. Dorothy Moulton says:

    I’ve traveled with a cat (about 14 years ago) by plane, between NYC and Wash. DC — It’s not an experience I’d ever want to repeat. But my mother was ill and I had to go there and the cat was ill and I couldn’t leave her.
    Even with the tranquilizers Abigail (the cat, a calico) wanted no part of napping or lying quietly. She was a very talky cat, but she was quiet on the plane and on the Metro.

    I do fantasize sometimes about packing up myself and the 2 current cats and moving to Paris. But I sit down on the couch with a “nice cup of tea” and a cat on my lap until the fantasy goes away. I suggest you do the same thing whenever you think of traveling with Ella. ;-)

    I hope that as spring approaches she will feel more like her old self.

  3. Suzanne says:

    In March of 2012 I flew to Paris with my dog,friend, confidant;Maggie….an 10 year old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. I brought her thinking it was exactly the present that my daughter would love for her 40th Birthday! A surprise visit from Dear Maggie….the four legged wonder that my daughter had so insisted that I adopt almost 10 years ago. Maggie came in to my life, our lives after a brief conversation about my so,wanting a dog friend and thinking it might be the time. Erika, my daughter did the research and “found” Maggie……she had come with her brothers and sisters from Europe as a small puppy and was part of the family that would be adopted one by one, to go off and live their lives in America!
    Because of my daughter’s insistence I went to meet Maggie and I instantly fell in love with her, and off we went to begin our life together! We have traveled by car and plane throughout the States. This time we would travel to Paris and then take the TGV to Avignon to the home of my American daughter and her French love…..
    Maggie and I spent a couple of days in Paris and did much walking…then boarded the TGV to travel on our “surprise”mission for a 40th Birthday celebration to thank the woman who knew we would be the best of friends for a long time. What a surprise it was! Erika and Maggie greeted each other at the station with laughs, smiles and a lot of tail wagging!

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