This dog is as from n another world. As if from another era, as from another cosmos, a noble, airier, more dreamy world.
Chantilly (meaning whipped cream) is as if she was born into a noble family, where generations and generations of good manners were passed on to the younger members, without anyone having taught them anything practically. Politeness, this old-fashioned nobility of fairy tales is as if it comes out of her genetically, as if by nature.
Although it is a large dog, it is delicate in manners, and an incredibly discreet presence.
He will be happy, he will come for caresses, but he will never demand anything. She will approach you slowly and discreetly, like a breeze, only if you call her, and she will let you caress her wonderful, eerie face. It will be like stroking a cloud.
While the other dogs run and play, she sits like a lady somewhere in a corner, looking around calmly and in a way that makes her look wise.
She looks as if she is too good for a shelter, without being a snob.
She came to us from the public pounf of Tripolis, nery underweight and neglected.
She is healthy, vaccinated and spayed.
