It is a dog's life

[p_casiraghi]

Today in the bright Parisian sun, Romeo and I indulged in a lengthy jog. It is said that dogs exhibit the personalities of their owners. If this is so, I ask why Romeo is so enamored by the lovely mademoiselles who stop and admire him, while much less can be said for me as regards a certain belle dame Française. Not that I am jealous of my fine chien, who has the loudest bark in all of Europe.
Perhaps Juliet was wrong and it is all in the name. Casanova Casiraghi, anyone?