This tiny puppy somehow looks like a man with: a passport full of stamps, a lawyer on retainer, and at least one story that begins with: “In my defense…”. That little eye patch? We asked about it once and Louis simply stared at us. There are rumors. Louis maintains that the entire Monte Carlo situation was a misunderstanding involving a charcuterie board, a tennis ball, and one extremely judgmental maître d’.
Louis enjoys the finer things in life: quiet mornings, excellent food, soft begging, and being carried unnecessarily. He has no job, no income, no assets that we can verify. And yet he carries himself like your family has been leasing property from his family since the reign of Louis XIV.
At the rate this litter is growing, Louis may become a very substantial gentleman. His future family should be prepared to provide: a study couch, a generous cheese allowance, discretion, and absolutely no cooperation with international authorities. Please understand that we cannot confirm Louis has ever been to the French Riviera. We also cannot confirm he hasn’t.