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Paris is a city with more than half a million dogs, and Parisians really love dogs. When I first moved to Paris, I was also told by a friend: "Ladies in Paris are very polite, if you step on her foot in the street, she may first say 'sorry' to you, but if you step on her dog, she It will kick you to death."
During the years I lived in Paris, I have neither stepped on anyone's feet nor on their dogs. The one with the highest "stomping rate" on the street is dog shit. Just because the dogs and dog owners in Paris are used to being at ease, the dogs can lift their legs wherever they want, and then the cleaners of the city government will "wipe their butts". I think the dogs living in Paris must be the most unrestrained group in the world when it comes to defecation. In addition, Parisian dogs (and other pets) also have a high quality of life like Parisians. This is reflected in the infrastructure of local pet life. Take the 16th district where I live as an example. Within a 10-minute walking distance from my home, there are five pet stores, two "hair salons" for bathing and shearing cats and dogs, and four animal clinics. Kittens, puppies, even birds, goldfish, turtles, lizards, and owls have any needs in life, and they can always be solved immediately. Every year when the seasons change, new cat and dog "suits" and shoes and hats are displayed in the window of the pet store, and at Christmas time, the pet store will display red and white cat and dog Christmas clothes, and the gender is clearly marked.
Compared with people, dogs in Paris are always treated with courtesy on the bus and subway. For example, on a crowded subway, if you accidentally squeeze someone, it is definitely a slight reaction to being stared at. But if you take your dog on and off public transport, people will make room for the dog in the most crowded carriages. Without a dog, you might not be able to get up or down at all. On crowded public transport, Parisians are many times friendlier to their dogs than to their peers.

In addition to being able to ride in a car, dogs in Paris can also enter restaurants. Even in the West, which is "friendly to dogs", this is considered a very special treatment. Of course, the dog in Paris is really good. After being led into the restaurant and restaurant by the owner, it not only stands and sits, but also turns a blind eye in the face of big fish and meat, and is calm. In addition, everyone in the dog also has the spirit of "not being alarmed when a sudden attack occurs, and not getting angry when it is added for no reason". Once I went to eat at Lipp, an old restaurant in the Saint-Germain district, with a family of four nearby. After ordering, I found that one of the boys in the house had finished eating, and then I bent over to take a puppy from under the table and left the restaurant. From this, I found that they also had a German Shepherd lying under the table. I was surprised by the size and the mighty look of the dog.
When it was time to pay the bill at that table, there was a sudden scream from under the table, and then the big dog suddenly stuck its head out and looked directly at the waiter holding the bill, as if it would throw it to the ground at any time. It turned out that this condescending walker accidentally stepped on the dog's paw. I judged from the consternation on his face that he should have no idea that such a ferocious dog was lying around in his service area. At that time, all the people in the restaurant turned their attention to the waiter and the dog. People looked at the dog with sympathy, but the waiter looked a little complicated, with disgust and disdain. A young mother pointed at the waiter and said something angrily to the two little girls beside her, her eyes full of contempt. I understand that this look is definitely not directed at the dog. At this time, the running hall's face was a little unbearable, and he bowed his head to apologize to the dog owner. The owner didn't say anything with a livid face, only gave the dog a soft shout, and the big dog immediately stopped and went back under the table.

There are not only a large number of dogs on the streets of Paris, but also a rich variety. Once I went shopping with a friend from China and agreed to go to the Louvre Museum. I never imagined that as soon as he walked out of the hotel, he would be attracted by all kinds of domestic dogs on the street. When we stopped, we were close to Notre Dame. From the various dog names and canine subjects he introduced to me along the way, I learned that a dog fair is being held every day on the streets of Paris. It's a pity that I know how to watch the door, and those who don't know how to do it like me can only watch the excitement.

Paris is a city with more than half a million dogs, and Parisians really love dogs. When I first moved to Paris, I was also told by a friend: "Ladies in Paris are very polite, if you step on her foot in the street, she may first say 'sorry' to you, but if you step on her dog, she It will kick you to death."
During the years I lived in Paris, I have neither stepped on anyone's feet nor on their dogs. The one with the highest "stomping rate" on the street is dog shit. Just because the dogs and dog owners in Paris are used to being at ease, the dogs can lift their legs wherever they want, and then the cleaners of the city government will "wipe their butts". I think the dogs living in Paris must be the most unrestrained group in the world when it comes to defecation. In addition, Parisian dogs (and other pets) also have a high quality of life like Parisians. This is reflected in the infrastructure of local pet life. Take the 16th district where I live as an example. Within a 10-minute walking distance from my home, there are five pet stores, two "hair salons" for bathing and shearing cats and dogs, and four animal clinics. Kittens, puppies, even birds, goldfish, turtles, lizards, and owls have any needs in life, and they can always be solved immediately. Every year when the seasons change, new cat and dog "suits" and shoes and hats are displayed in the window of the pet store, and at Christmas time, the pet store will display red and white cat and dog Christmas clothes, and the gender is clearly marked.
Compared with people, dogs in Paris are always treated with courtesy on the bus and subway. For example, on a crowded subway, if you accidentally squeeze someone, it is definitely a slight reaction to being stared at. But if you take your dog on and off public transport, people will make room for the dog in the most crowded carriages. Without a dog, you might not be able to get up or down at all. On crowded public transport, Parisians are many times friendlier to their dogs than to their peers.

In addition to being able to ride in a car, dogs in Paris can also enter restaurants. Even in the West, which is "friendly to dogs", this is considered a very special treatment. Of course, the dog in Paris is really good. After being led into the restaurant and restaurant by the owner, it not only stands and sits, but also turns a blind eye in the face of big fish and meat, and is calm. In addition, everyone in the dog also has the spirit of "not being alarmed when a sudden attack occurs, and not getting angry when it is added for no reason". Once I went to eat at Lipp, an old restaurant in the Saint-Germain district, with a family of four nearby. After ordering, I found that one of the boys in the house had finished eating, and then I bent over to take a puppy from under the table and left the restaurant. From this, I found that they also had a German Shepherd lying under the table. I was surprised by the size and the mighty look of the dog.
When it was time to pay the bill at that table, there was a sudden scream from under the table, and then the big dog suddenly stuck its head out and looked directly at the waiter holding the bill, as if it would throw it to the ground at any time. It turned out that this condescending walker accidentally stepped on the dog's paw. I judged from the consternation on his face that he should have no idea that such a ferocious dog was lying around in his service area. At that time, all the people in the restaurant turned their attention to the waiter and the dog. People looked at the dog with sympathy, but the waiter looked a little complicated, with disgust and disdain. A young mother pointed at the waiter and said something angrily to the two little girls beside her, her eyes full of contempt. I understand that this look is definitely not directed at the dog. At this time, the running hall's face was a little unbearable, and he bowed his head to apologize to the dog owner. The owner didn't say anything with a livid face, only gave the dog a soft shout, and the big dog immediately stopped and went back under the table.

There are not only a large number of dogs on the streets of Paris, but also a rich variety. Once I went shopping with a friend from China and agreed to go to the Louvre Museum. I never imagined that as soon as he walked out of the hotel, he would be attracted by all kinds of domestic dogs on the street. When we stopped, we were close to Notre Dame. From the various dog names and canine subjects he introduced to me along the way, I learned that a dog fair is being held every day on the streets of Paris. It's a pity that I know how to watch the door, and those who don't know how to do it like me can only watch the excitement.
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