This is Paris, or a relative of Paris, a French Poodle. I met Paris in Phillie last week during my trip. She was sitting a little out of breath, so presumably she had been out for a run in the park.
"What's her name?" I asked her owner.
"Paris."
"Can I stroke her?"
"Just make sure she smells your hand first."
"Hi, Paris," I greeted her, stroking her surprisingly soft fluff of coiffed hair.
She just sat grinning at me, quiet and calm.
"Paris!" I said to my friend who was showing me around Philadelphia. My friend is a France expert, and speaks fluent French. She also knows the real Paris.
It seemed a good sign, to find a poodle named Paris in Philadelphia. And indeed, the rest of the day went beautifully well.
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Posted By: Kidist P. Asrat
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