Now before you get all judgmental about Twig's weight and "oh why can't he walk off a few pounds?" ... you should know that he has made progress on the leash. And he routinely trots along au naturel for long distances. This is quite a feat since he is a major novelty here in Paris. For whatever reason, there seem to be no other chihuahuas around. And so he gets a lot of casual petting on your standard Parisian sidewalk.(yes, that's another softball for jblog)
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Why is it that the words "girl" and "chihuahua" in the same sentence seem so inappropriate?
It just begs to be used in a particularly un-PC fashion by some arrested adolescent or neanderthal.
As in, "Hey, check out the chihuahuas on that girl!"
See what I mean? Not nice. It should be stricken from the record.
(I'm letting the "petting on a standard Parisian street" one go by -- that's not softball, it's tee-ball.)
JBlog is on a roll...
More of a whole-wheat bun.
Oh wait, that's the other thing.
Or a crescent, perhaps.
Not here in America.
In Paris, it would be a croissant, no doubt.
My bad. Croysint.
May I present for your consideration the humble baguette? Mmmmmm ... we eat a whole, fresh one almost every day.
Is it whole, or do you eat a whole one?
And if it's hole, it's a donut. Or a bagel. But not a Danish.
Unless it's furniture.
The only place you can get donuts in Paris is at Starbucks. And they're deeee-licious.
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