Sandy in Paris

August 14th, 2017

Sandy is settling in quite well. We weren’t sure about the move from his suburban, lots-of-grass, fenced-in-backyard existence to his third-floor-apartment-in-the-city life. Also, he was leaving behind a large group of dog and people friends: Katie, Lucy, Nellie, Rudy (dogs) and Pati (dog walker), Ruth (dog owner), Annette (housekeeper), and many others. He’s bounced right back, though. One thing he has decided is that he likes elevators. I don’t think there’s anything about the operation of the elevator that he enjoys. Rather, he is just lazy and prefers waiting for the elevator over walking up or down the stairs.  

Sandy, refusing stairs, waiting for elevator

Sometimes it’s quite difficult to get him to take the stairs. He digs in and leans as hard as he can backwards when I try to pull him towards the stairs. He also likes it when we open the windows in our apartment. We get a lot of interesting street noise (and street smells, presumably) with them open, much more than back in Newton. Finally, he likes the fact that he has moved up considerably in the dog size distribution in Paris relative to Newton. Many Parisian dogs are very small and, therefore, not a threat to Sandy’s self-declared status as King of Paris.

By the way, is it bad that we washed our dishes with laundry detergent for the first two weeks?