Every now and then I get a flash of inspiration. And so it was, last Friday, as I was lacing up my shoes in readiness to pedal up town to the library. Little Dog was watching me with keen interest, because those shoes represent ‘walks’, one of her favourite things. When she saw me walk to the pushie, her furry face dropped in disappointment… seriously, it did!
So, for some reason, I picked her up, plopped her in the old milk crate on the rear rack, and sailed off. She thought it was brilliant! I did a couple of laps up and down the street while my wife watched on, smiling and shaking her head. “How’s she going?” I called. “Alright,” came the reply.
So I lashed her lead to the crate, and set off for town. 100 metres down the road she jumped out, and hung there patiently while I steered to the corner and hauled her out of the chain and rear wheel by her lead. A quick check revealed that she was ok, but her feet were covered in chain oil!
It was the last time she jumped out though. For the rest of the journey, up town and back again, she was content to watch the world slide by, shuffling from one side then to the other to check out the views.
Back home I tipped her out and she made a point of strutting about in front of Dumbdog (honestly, I’m not making this up…) Dumbdog isn’t so keen to get in the crate, and is too fat to do so anyway.
I managed to clean most of the grease off her legs, noting the small cut on the inside of her leg possibly from the spokes, but she is keen to have another go, so now when she sees me lacing up my shoes her tail starts wagging wildly, now it’s either going to be a walk or a ride.
Just what I need, another rod for my back!