Lucky number 7

Across from our hotel is where Lucky lives.  He runs, with his owners, a great traditional French bistro where lamb chops are a menu favourite.  He can often been found sat on a high bar stool dreaming the days away with the other locals.

More Parisian Chic

These hounds were all spotted around the Pigalle area.  If you are into vintage clothing and furniture I would highly recommend the market at the weekend.  

A couple of these old timers are stall holders so you may get to spot them too.

Dog Fashion Week

Sorry for the delay in this post.  Paris fashion week a.k.a. dog fashion week.  The glamorous world of fashion sets up in Paris for a week of trend spotting.  For me this goes hand in hand with dog spotting.

A few glorious hounds were snapped which I am over the moon to add to my blog. 

Paris dog owners have an air of chic pride when asked if a picture can be taken of their hound. Also the models themselves seemed to be born naturals when it came to striking a pose.

The only model that suffered from shyness was the remarkable Great Dane, who seemed unsure as to what all the fuss was being made over him. He was surprising cute for a larger then life character. Proof that not all the best things come in small packages.

Swedish Mountain Residents

The weekend was spent at the wedding of some dear friends.  They are Swedish hence my journey up into the North of Sweden to a small mountainous region called Are.  The wedding was simply perfect in every way and the area is a must especially for those who are fond of skiing.

An additional highlight, not mentioned in the travel guides, is that this is a great area for dog spotting.  The hounds included in this post are what I would describe as 'awesom'.  They were extremely pleased to be fussed over and the King Poodles had haircuts to be proud of.  The dark haired dog reminded me very much of my beloved Patch, the family dog when I was growing up.  (He may have got an extra pat). I found it difficult to say goodbye to all these wonderful fine specimens of hound.

Next weekend Paris, hopefully will return with more great dogspotter sightings.

Country Files

The beginning of this week my day job took me out to the green fields of Hertfordshire. An absolute bonus was had when Oscar came bounding out of a barn that was full of attractive tractors. I use the word attractive as they looked all shiny and new and were lined up on display, I have no idea why. Anyway back to Oscar, he lives on this beautiful country estate with fields upon fields to sniff and run around in.  He had found a rather large branch for a game of tug of war but unfortunately my meeting prevented this.  Day jobs equal no hound action.

Neither Stills nor Nash

Here ladies and gents is a dogstar in the making. Hence my longer then usual commentary on dogspotter.blogspot.com.

This is a 9 month, one week and a bit Boston Terrier - Crosby.  He resides in the East End of London and enjoys a charmed life. After waking from his slumber on his comfy double bed, Crosby enjoys a leisurely breakfast. This can consist of a boiled egg, presented on a bed of beetroot with cherry tomatoes. Followed by healthy rice cakes with marmite and a selection of dried fruits, mango is a particular favourite.

He may then, on a work day, be taken to the design studio where he can lounge on designer bags and cast his dog eye on the next seasons trends.

In the afternoon he may choose do to lunch with his latest pal Jasper, not Conran but a cute Schnauzer that he has met out on Hackney Marshes, where he bounds around like a spring lamb but avoids puddles that are not good for a dog of his perfect stature. The perfect end to his perfect day would finish with a private view of Hotel for Dogs and a little chew on his string of rubber sausages.

 Life is sweet for Crosby but why wouldn't it be when you look this cute.

Go Crosby Go.

on my street

there are good things about living on my street in leafy SW6. BUT the very best thing is Seamus. I have been following his manouevres for quite some time and have given him my own special name of Harry. This is due to wanting him to be mine and like the idea of having a furry four legged friend called Harry. Anyway, this hound is a good neighbour so wanted to include him on my blog. I think the photos speak for themselves. He is often sporting a new hairstyle, today the 80's flop fringe suits him well. Seamus/Harry we salute you.