BoneJour

Ro-kay, I know I'm not what you expected, but I guilted

Mommy into letting me guest bow-wow blog today,

since she has been really busy.

Je m'appelle Zoe.

Enchanté

I am three now and have been working,

napping at the shop since I was a pup.

I also sit in Mommy's lap whenever she reads

her favorite French magazines.

Those rumors about all of us pups being color blind,

not true. At least I'm not anyway.

I think I also have a bit of decorating scents.

I'll just show you some of my favorite things,

promise I won't take you under any tables.

I love France, even though I've never been,

Mommy tells me stories of how doggie-friendly

they are. Someday, maybe we will catch up.

Our shop is doggie-friendly though!

I helped Mommy with this vignette.

Us little folks like French antiques too,

so I suggested the mirror and demi-johns

on the floor.

I like the cream and natural color scheme too,

cuz... well cuz...

I thought I would look good with those colors.

Don't you think?

That is a drop cloth on the chair, so no need for

panic from you, well you know.

I like little decorator touches like pillows,

especially when they have King Charles on them.

He is the old style King Charles breed, one of my

ancestors. I'm a Cavalier King Charles.

I had to show you one of my favorites.

Chez Chien

I just can't bring myself to say the D-word.

French is much more romantic.

I sold that for Mommy to one of my friends,

Fluff-n-Stuff.

Bark about a pampered pouch.

She cried for water in a campagne bucket!

I still prefer my cafe-au-lait bowl,

I hate to get my ears wet.

I had Mommy put this moss tree on top of

the French antique boulangerie table.

No, it's not what you think.

I'm a girl.

I also like the potpourri's up high.

Too strong near the nose, plus when I was

younger, I chewed some up.

I've outgrown that now.

I like benches too.

Mommy won't let me on this Louis XVI style walnut bench,

because of the caned seat.

I think it would be cute with a nice

down cushion on it.

Don't you?

J'adore chicken!

This is a terra cotta folkart piece.

Mommy thinks it was some type of ruff roof decoration

long ago.

I'm more fond of plate decoration.

I think these type chickens would be an

authentic French touch.

Still trying to convince her on that one.

Sometimes it is difficult to overcome

my animal instinct,

even though I have been peopleized.

This is one of our little people.

I love little people too!

A Stockman mannequin from the 1800's.

He has wooden boots that detach.

No, I did not chew on his leg.

I only lick legs!

Mommy bought him that way.

These are the only type of chien bones

I chew on.

My French chef friend made these for me and my friends.

Tomorrow we need to do a vignette

with this French antique sign.

It says candles & crowns.

We should tie it in with our candlesticks and crowns.

This blogging is hard work.

Also, I'm sensitive about my feets,

so no comments from Seussville please.

I have enjoyed bow-wow blogging for you today,

but time to go.

A girl needs her beauty rest.

Au-ruffvoir !!

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