A quick recap for those of you who are just arriving at Dog Jaunt: I added a week to our month-long trip to Paris because I wanted to have the experience of taking Chloe into, and out of, England via the Eurotunnel Le Shuttle.… Read the rest
Paris’s citywide bike-on-demand system was just being installed the last time we visited, and we exclaimed in disbelief as impeccably dressed people (including women in skirts and heels —but not helmets, no, never helmets) launched themselves into the maelstrom of traffic on the Rue de Rivoli.… Read the rest
I remember first photographing these Dachshund-shaped signs (cryptically instructing dog owners to make their dogs eliminate on the street instead of the sidewalk) with my trusty Instamatic, 35 years ago. Lady, our own Dachshund, was still alive then, so I was extra-charmed — and impressed by the suggestion that it was possible to get a Dachshund to do anything she didn’t choose to do.… Read the rest
It’s a bold title, but my husband and I are unanimous in thinking it’s accurate. Here’s the back story: I knew from our last trip to Paris with Chloe that she’d be welcome in nearly every café/brasserie/bistro/restaurant we took her to, but I also realized that Paris, like Seattle, would see a fair amount of rain during the month of October.… Read the rest
Thanks to several alert Dog Jaunt readers, I have seven scoop law signs to share with you, each a masterpiece of goofiness. Taking them in the order they arrived in my in-box, we start with a wholesome vision of family togetherness from Lime Kiln Park, on Washington state’s San Juan Island:
Halfway around the globe, reader Sarah took a moment from her day in the Kadiköy district of Istanbul and snapped this shot:
Another spin and we’re in Shediac, New Brunswick:
Chandler sent this one to me as a birthday gift:
Near Fredericton, in the English-speaking part of the province, you’ll find this sign:
This sign is from the interpretive center at Washington’s Ginkgo Petrifed Forest State Park, which is a little odd because the last time you saw this one-armed variation on what’s usually a two-armed humanoid preparing to pick up poop with a hoe, it was telling you that the trails at Mt.… Read the rest
As you know by now, we travel with Chloe’s Midwest metal wire crate, so she has a cozy and secure lair to curl up in when we need to go somewhere without her (I realize that doesn’t work for every dog owner — we are lucky to have a dog who likes her crate, falls asleep in it, and doesn’t make a fuss when we’re absent).… Read the rest
I’m posting this because we ran into a vexing discrepancy between the French and English versions of the SNCF Voyages pages: We could not add Chloe to our TGV reservation on the English site, but we could have on the French site.… Read the rest
I was gathering gear to pack for our trip to Paris — but this could apply equally well to New York or any other city where small pets in carriers are allowed on public transit — and once again I had to decide how to juggle my need for a purse (to carry all my gear, plus a substantial amount of Chloe’s gear) and the need to bring along a dog carrier for use on the metro or bus.… Read the rest
This post was inspired by a chat with reader Jenna, who gave me breakfast just before she and Tara, her French Bulldog, left Paris for the Loire Valley. A tremendous researcher, she had created a Google map of all the dog-friendly Paris locations she’d learned about; and, separately, she’d made some notes from a post of mine about reader Christie’s experiences at several châteaux.… Read the rest
I’d never flown on a 767 before, and I still can’t decide, two days later, what I thought of the experience. What I do know is that getting a seat in at least Economy Plus is crucial for an international flight with a pet: I walked past the Economy seats on my trip to the bathroom, and the pitch was something terrible.… Read the rest
