Checking the pet rescue site for me is the equivalent to watching a good movie on the television - something I don't have much time for but that I love to do. I often wonder woefully if we will ever get a dog- it is hard when you live in an apartment most of the time and your country abode has fences that tribes of wallabies can get through with a hop and a skip and no problem whatsoever.
Apparently there is one dog to every seven people in Paris. Having been there recently, that is a statistic that I am happy to believe. They come in all shapes and sizes and are happy to meet you wherever you may be. The doggy in the window was in the Rue des Vinaigriers just around the corner from my apartment near the hip area that is the Canal St Martin. On the other side of the canal at the famous Hotel du Nord I couldn't help but drool over the excitable pup at the bar. Not far away, but in many ways worlds away, I came across the curiously proportioned bulldog wandering purposefully around the suitably sophisticated Places des Vosges. Oh Paris - I hope I get back to you soon!
When I am not busy sewing down at our island retreat, I love spending time in my organic edible garden or in the kitchen.