Like father, like son

Now that Sartorialist has fallen from grace and is no longer my idol—I'll tell you why shortly—all I have left is Cesar Millan, the dog whisperer. Every Sunday, I wake up and watch his show while having breakfast, and, why deny it, I shed a tear at some point.

I think I watch the show partly as therapy because I'm dying to have a dog but right now, due to my current life stage and apartment size, I can't (1. a little heiress is on the way, 2. no thanks, a chihuahua doesn't fit my idea of a dog). Also, I think the guy is a hundred times better psychologist and educator than any SuperNanny.

Do any of you have a dog? Is it like you? Do you watch Cesar Millan?

A thousand hugs,

La Condesa perruna

P.S. (Promotional): All dogs in the world should be fed Eukanuba (1. they share the 100% corporate magenta color with La Condesa, 2. the company in Spain belongs to a dear friend of mine, and if he sees I haven't advertised for him, he'll never invite me to dog shows again, and I won't have anywhere to cry comfortably).