Au Revoir

This may be my last post from Paris.  Tomorrow Mom is going on a tour of the Opera Garnier and I can't come along; after that she says, except for a couple of walks in le Jardin du Luxembourg, I'll be pretty busy packing up my bunnies.  I have quite a bit of canned dog food left (Mom had to buy it by the case from the vet), so I think on Tuesday we'll go around and give it away to some of the homeless dogs here.  There are quite a few of them and I feel bad that they don't have a warm bed and proper care like I have.  And bunnies.

I've enjoyed sharing my experiences in Paris with my pup pals and Mom's friends - thanks for the comments.  Mom says this experience has helped me grow a lot.  I'm not as fearful as I was before - I can walk down a busy street with lots of feet around me and it doesn't bother me.  The loud noise of traffic doesn't scare me - I've had BIG buses come right by me on the sidewalk and I'm cool.  I can ride on buses, subways, trains and strollers and I stay cool.  I've ALMOST gotten used to people and kids sticking their hands in my face because they can't resist touching me.  I can stay in the apartment alone for about four or five hours without getting desperate and howling (but I'm still head-over-heels happy to see Mom come home!)  I can sit on the floor under the table in a restaurant if I have to without begging (much).  I have savoir-faire when meeting other animals (usually).  I have proven myself to be a number one, no-holds-barred, par excellence traveling companion.  And I have provided Mom opportunities to meet and talk with people that she has never had before.  Here is a composite of all the friends I met in Paris:

Mom and I can't believe our trip is nearly over after planning it for over a year.  She started talking to me about it in the spring of 2010, wondering if it would be possible.  Then I had to go on my diet and do fitness exercises and swimming for months.  Then I had to get used to the carrier little by little, starting with in, turn around, and out for a treat; then in, zipped up for the length of time it took me to eat a carrot (remember I was on a diet), then after many weeks, staying in it zipped up while she carried me around, and, finally, we took a drive in the car with me zipped up in the carrier for about an hour.  Months later and 7 pounds lighter, came the real test - the real thing - flying here in a plane.  And that's where it all began.

Now I've been in Paris longer than in my new condo.  I wonder what it will seem like when I get back.  Well, I've been a lot of places in the last four months - as long as Mom is there, it will be home.