Of Pampered Pooches: The French and their Dogs

I assumed since Pierre has such viscious contempt for dogs (especially the mangy chuchos in El Salvador that would routinely vandalize the kitchen and swipe entire chickens) that all French citizens shared the same disdain for dogs as pets. Not so, I realized today, as I ran through the park and watched an elderly gentleman carefully pour water from an Evian bottle for his waiting mutt. Relief washed over me and I felt right at home. This could be the Castro (!) with adorable gay couples walking their dachsunds in matching plaid jackets. Or Alexandria, where the ladies-who-lunch stop in the doggie boutiques for a freshly baked biscuit for Fido. Almost.