Just about every night during the Paris shows this past March, I had the same routine: Go back to the hotel, work, eat a delicious (if kind of sad) dinner from Cojean, the French Pret, that I’d stashed in the minibar earlier, work a bit more—and then, as a reward for making it through yet another day at the coalface of fashion, go to YouTube to watch Girl With the Dogs .
It’s a channel of videos of a Canadian woman who, in all likelihood, wouldn’t tip the scales at 100 pounds wrestling with the likes of a 220-pound hirsute beast of a Caucasian Shepherd (or Ovcharka)—or an adorable Chow who defies every negative association with his breed—to groom them. (Much of Girl With the Dogs ’s content is an odyssey into the foibles and idiosyncrasies of breeds you’ll know and those you don’t—to