So anyway, there I am innocently driving to work (well, I suppose you could say it wasn't that innocent - what with all the fossil fuels and so forth) - and there was this guy cycling into town with a small dog on his carrier tray (at the back, where luggage might be).
Dog was in a plastic tray (kind of like a litter tray) and covered with what looked like the sort of plastic matting which I used to sleep on when I went tramping.
The dog looked okay (well, I could only see the dog's head) other than looking a little stressed (I think the dog thought it was keeping the cycle up the same way C keeps the airplane together when we fly somewhere).
Part of me wanted to give him a stern talking to for putting his dog in a difficult situation - and part of me wondered if they didn't have some special kind of bond which made it all alright...
Posted by carla at April 22, 2004 07:20 PM