On the first night my Mom was in Paris, she and her friends missed dinner. When they went to find something to eat, it was very late and all they could find open was a bakery. (This was to be somewhat of a theme that week ... being too busy to eat.) Mom found out that the French people are very into bread and pastries and deserts and she did not understand why they were not fatter than they were considering they seems to eat all this bread. But I digress. She and her friends each bought a pastry or a croisant from this bakery. The baker had a dog and Mom took his picture. He sure looks like and old dog doesn't he? He was quite at home at work. I bet he goes there a lot.
Speaking of going to work, I got to go to work today...... Mom's work. Mom says I have been often enough now that I know my way around the area her office is in. Today she moved my bed by the window and I got to look out at the people passing my her office. She forgot to take the camera to take a picture of me there AGAIN. She promises she will take my picture for you next time she takes me to work.