LA day 3 – the day Lucky became a Coton de Tulear

We were walking Lucky and Libby in Beverly Hills and some woman came up to us:

Her: Is that a Coton de Tulear?

Me: I don’t know what that is.

Her: It’s a breed. My dog’s a Coton de Tulear. Yours looks just like him.

So from now on, whenever I mix with high society (proabbly not that often) Lucky is going to be a Coton. The only problem is that whenever I tell this story I forget the fancy French name and have to go look it up online again.

That was pretty much the highlight of our third day in LA. We had a good time walking round Beverly Hills, taking frequent breaks because the dogs were hot and tired. Frequent breaks meant frequent meals while sitting outdoors. I have a bunch of details I wrote on my wife’s laptop but for some reason we can’t get that one online and we can’t save that stuff to a USB so it may be a little while before you get to read it.

I suppose the other thing I’ll remember from the third day was the expensive yoga clothing store. As we were about to enter I was picking up the dogs. The said it was no problem – just let them walk around. They even had a water bowl in the store for the dogs. I’ve never seen that before.

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  1. Sharon says:

    Not surprising in L.A. Next to their cars, people love their dogs! I took Gizmo to a fancy grooming parlor on PCH just down the hill from P.V. This was no Petco…he had 2 hours of pampering including a whirlpool bath, massage, snacks, and a nap. His teddy bear haircut was so cute, painted toenails, plaid bows in his ears and a plaid neckerchief.He was such a snob, didn’t even smell or act like a dog when he came out, but what a wonderful place. Price: $50 and well worth it.

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