Parlez vous francais?  Although my relationship to the old country is somewhat distant (a few of my genes hail from France, they hitched a ride on my chromosomes and are still employed today), I find that on certain days I still possess a certain " joie de vivre"  that must have been passed down from my ancestors.  How else would you explain my occasional feelings of cultural superiority for all things French and Poodle.  We poodles (the French say "caniche") can define canine fashion with just the right bow in our hair and a choice from the current Parisian "chic" collar collection.  Then there's our culinary heritage.  It's not "chauvinistic" to say that French dogs have the best table scraps in the world. There's our french fries (yes, they are French Fries), which we dogs love.  Yes, we French dogs get a little saucy sometimes with our pretentious illusions of "grandeur"  but you Anglos benefit from the products that result from our love of food, art and leisure. On matters olfactory, our French  perfume makers create heavenly scents that are famous the world over, though I prefer "eau de dog" myself. 
     I believe that the French Poodle has elevated the conversation when it comes to dog talk in America with our French accented, somewhat nasal barking (it takes a trained ear to detect this); and I stand ready to defend that assertion, at least until dinner arrives. We're eating outside, "al fresco".  I'm hoping for coq au vin with a good red.  Maybe I'll save some for you?  Please bring the wine and "fromage" .  (French wine and French cheese only please).  If you want you can bring along your Sartre books and after dinner we can talk about nothing.  We dogs are good at that!