A Dog Dreams Of Paris. Dear Diary, One Day I Will Visit..........


Miss April In Paris hasn't made it to Paris yet, but she is visiting the UK. See her blog post on Tilly The Rescue Dog's Blog on June 14th.

http://tillyrescuedog.blogspot.com/2010/06/please-welcome-special-guest.html

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Roses at Monet's Garden

This lovely vintage rose post card reminds Miss April In Paris of Monet's Gardens. Top on her list of places to visit as she dreams of Paris.
Miss April In Paris loves gardens. Her favorite garden is the romantic and lush garden of Claude Monet at Giverny, near Paris. Monet had a small rose garden hidden between his home and a row of linden trees. Almost a secret garden as few visitors find this charming area. The path leads nowhere. It used to be the way to Monet's second studio. The roses bloom at their peak in May and June.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

A Dog Dreams Of Shopping In Paris

A charming shop for dogs, Un chien dans le Marais, A Dog In The Marsh. Most certainly April In Paris has sweet dreams on their yummy dog bones.


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Monday, April 5, 2010

Suddenly A Diva




April was a quiet unassuming dog. She stayed in the background. She was number six to come to my house. The first time she pushed her nose through the mass of dogs by my side, I held her face, looked deep into those dark eyes of hers and whispered, April, I hardly know you. Who is this sweet dog that was my last rescue dog, coming to live with me the first week of January? I wanted her to feel special, so I started calling her April In Paris. She comes to that name. I sing her favorite song, April In Paris to her.

I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
I never missed a warm embrace

Til April In Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to my heart?


Easter Sunday I placed a hat on her, a simple gesture, for a photo of her for my blog, Confessions Of The Unfaithful Widow. That vintage hat sitting so jauntily on her head, a pink silk rose off to the side. I saw the change in her. Or perhaps I saw her for the first time. She was glamourous.  She looked at me with wise eyes and I knew she had a story to share. She asked for her own blog. How could I refuse? She keeps a diary, not of her life at home, but of her dreams of visiting Paris.  A city full of glamour that matches her own. A quiet dog that once lived in a pen full of other street dogs lives in the city of lights, Paris, in her sleeping hours.  Her diary entries follow her dreams.

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