I am not a French Poodle.
I am not a French Bulldog.
But I am French.
I was actually born in Scotland nine years ago.
But lived in France most of my life.
I liked living in Paris but always wanted to travel around the world.
One day a nice man came to see me.
He was very tall and very handsome.
He liked me and thought I could be a good traveling companion.
So off we went.
We lived in Paris for a few years and then my Daddy decided we should go to Spain!
He got me a Passport so I could travel just like he does.
I was so proud of my Passport. Very few dogs have one.
Where are all the places I have been with my Daddy?
And many, many small towns in France.
Then one day my Daddy decided we should take the biggest trip of all.
We came to America.
We crossed over a very big ocean but I wasn’t scared.
I was used to flying on airplanes and it was great fun.
But when we got to American everything was different.
People sounded funny and the streets looked funny and the cars were funny.
But I love riding in the car and my Daddy even got me my own car seat.
I now went to new places in America, like San Francisco, Salt Lake City, Palm Springs, Sun Valley and guess where my favorite place is?
HOME in Henderson.
Daddy took me to a beautiful new house and I became best friends with the CAT next door!
Isn’t that silly?
Who ever thought a dog and a cat could be best friends? But we are.
We take walks together every day and we eat together and we play together and we sit in the sun together and then we take a nap together.
Smokey and I now go on our own travels and explore new places every day.
Maybe one day Smokey will get a Passport.
Then one day Daddy decided we should go on another adventure, right here at home.
He said we could become a Delta Pet Partner Therapy Team and help people feel better.
So off we went!
School was fun and then I graduated and could go to all kinds of new places with Daddy.
I have traveled the world but it doesn’t matter where I am as long as I have my Daddy with me.