“Between the kibbles, the vet, the little pleasures and the care to pamper it, I let go of a small ticket every month!” »Silky hair, flashed sunglasses on the head, slightly curved, Anita leans on a stroller. In the absence of a child, it is his dog, star, who lets himself be obediently strolling and looks at each mimicry of his mistress.
The octogenarian strolls on the shelves of the pet store located a stone’s throw from Montparnasse station. Long hairs retained by a pale pink elastic, his shih tzu is the apple of his eyes. For nothing in the world, she would sacrifice the well-being of her four-legged animal.