Am taking Monsieur Scoot to the airport today - it's his first time overseas. Though we're all a bit disappointed that I can't make the trip as well (life being what it is right now for me and all), I think this is the best. His first trip to Paris should be all about him; I'd only be a distraction.
Serendipitously enough, a book came in the mail for the Frenchie. If Scottie's got enough room in his bags, he can take it along. Nice how this stuff can sometimes work out.