This pup was a regular shopper in Le Bon Marché… at least her mother was.
She sat there, on the stool, in the shoe department… just like that.
She was patient and watched the shoes come and go.
She had done this before.
It was almost too much to take in… the Chanel bag, the diamante lead, the decorative coat.
I could not have styled her better myself.
This pooch was dressed up for her day out at Le Bon Marché… like all good Parisian women.
What a contrast to my French ‘farm boy’, Apache…
He is permanently covered in mud and weighs in at 120 kilos.
Diamonds, Chanel and ‘glam’… not quite him… I just can’t see it… xv
