I Arrived in a Snowstorm

Paris life is just my cup of tea, but I have to admit I hada pretty surprising start. Being an Upmarket Pet, naturally I'm a poised, worldly individual who adapted with the greatest of ease, to a life of well, ease, strolling the Paris streets, being adored by cafe waiters, who serve me first before my mum. However, it has to be said the first snows of my experience were a little bit of a shock to me. I arrived on the 1st day of the year of the very cold winter of 03. Once we'd sorted out all the formalities getting me home in my crate in a taxi, and my mum was free to take me outside for the first time in over a day - it is a loooooooong plane ride from where I come from - I was surprised to discover that it was not only no longer summer, with no sun shining, and a grey leaden sky, but cold whirling flakes were falling on me thick and fast, and I was wading through the damn things. Paw deep in freezing cold snow! I didn't have a vast experience of snow in my Melbourne years - I should say my Melbourne year as I'd only had one of them, being before that time a mere twinkle etc.
Naturally I was not putting up with this sort of nonsense so I had to get my mum to carry me.

I got used to it all later. In no time at all I was gambolling through the snow in the Bois de Boulogne, but that first day was a shock which I won't forget.

We had snow again this winter. In my little Montmartre garden - alright in my little ONLY-A SHORT-FIFTEEN MINUTE HIKE UP A VERY STEEP HILL TO MONTMARTRE garden if you must be picky. This was Phoebe;s (she's my big sister, and she's ...well you know big sisters. What can you say?) first experience of snow but of course I was an old hand and chuckled at her picking her way gingerly through the shallow drifts sniffing cautiously as she went. I'll show you the photos soon!