My name is Axel. I am a French Poodle. Some do not capitalize "poodle." That is wrong on many, many levels. So I am just going to say, if you spent your time hating the ignorant, my life would be sour indeed.
And it isn't. I am a happy poodle.
This is not my first report either. I wrote for publication a lively from-the-ground-up travelogue, called "Axel Goes to France." It is about my first visit to my homeland, dragged along by my neglectful servants, Kathleen and George, the human couple who "petified me." You can sample this intimate daily diary in full here. I saw everything. And here. And here. And here. Tell your friends.