While I was in France, I passed by the Brigitte Bardot Foundation, And they asked me to adopt a puppy. Jokingly I replied, “Only if it is a tiny one I can keep with me on the plane.” “Got it,” she replied and then took me to a vet where someone had left a Toy Yorky to be put to sleep. She was making the prettiest sounds: “Take me.” She was not young and had an enormous belly and an atrophied hind leg. She was on a diet, had surgery, and now she walks and goes everywhere we go.