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Mr. Pids, Paris

On my way to Barcelona, I stopped in Paris to leave a suitcase at a friend’s apartment.  I am sure this part of the plan was worth it.

So worth it because I met Mr. Pids.  He’s nine months old, and is actually named Piddles, but I think this is one of those names based on premature impressions.  Mr. Pids is a fine young hound now.  He kept me company all afternoon as I tried to stave ... Continue reading »