(This account was written several years ago after a trip to Paris, France.)

As I write this, our blond dog is sitting on the floor beside me. This article is about the dogs of Paris. But to put them in perspective, let me first tell you about our dog. I just got back from walking him in the park. Two ladies were promenading, and he trotted up to them wagging his tail. "He's so cute," they cooed, petting him. "He should be in TV commercials." Had another dog been around, they would never have said that. I'll explain.

In size, he's between medium and small. His name is Hachiko and he's part Schnauzer. We don't know for certain about the other part. But the woman who gave him to us as a puppy said a male African Basenji was lurking nearby when the litter was co...

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