Today’s Snob Hounds International Destination of the Day was a photo-journalist from PARIS!!!
This absolute hunk of a young guy sort of stealthily stalked me and my two Snob Hounds up Michigan Avenue – and right in front of Brooks Brothers, I turned and confronted him saying, “For stalking us up the street and then sneaking my little Snob Hounds picture, you have to take my business card as payment because I am the designer of the dogs’ duds.”
In today’s temps, little Lucky was decked out in his Swarovski crystal Snob Hounds logo, black Lycra SPEEDRACER and Ginger sported her Swarovski crystal Dragon motif SPEEDRACER in typical feminine fashion.
The young photo-hunk flashed me his most drop-dead gorgeous smile – looking very much like the French version of Ivana Trump’s new Huz – and said, “You must let me take another picture, then.”
(This guy’s smile could melt a polar ice cap with one glance. Seriously. I wonder what the French word for “Chihuahua!” is?)
Eventually, as soon as I re-composed myself, the pups and I gladly gave Frenchie our best Celeb-utante pose while he squeezed off another few shots.
“Just make sure you spell SNOB HOUNDS right, Mon Ami!” I shouted, speeding on up the street.
You had to be there, I guess, but the scene was straight out of a movie. I swear I even heard violins somewhere . . .
Certainly pays to take that walk everyday.
