Two little Boston Terrier girls bring their Momo & Mr.Momo to Paris for a long stay. These are the tales of their very fine adventures.


C'est Bulldog Francais

Apparently Momo and Dad don’t know enough French to get our stroller when they get off the plane. So they carry us for miles through the strangest passageways to get our luggage and to take us to potty. Only we have to go through some line where everyone is waiting, but it goes quickly. That is, if everyone else would stop moving in front of us in line. We finally get to the front and no one even bothers to looks at L&P or ask for our papers. Momo and Dad get lost finding our luggage. Momo is trying to find the stroller and finally realizes that it is still at the gate where they plane landed. They bring it to her and our brand new pretty stroller is torn and looked like it got eaten by some machine. Oh oh. Not the words Momo used, but it means the same thing. Finally after walking in circles Momo and Dad find out how to get the car and we get to go outside to potty. WHERE? No grass? On the curb? You are kidding? Lulu was against this plan from the beginning and it took three days for her to relent. She almost held it for three days. Phoebe had a c’est la vie attitude. As long as she didn’t have to clean it up.

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