It's no secret that most 50-somethings don't run like they did in their 20s. I'm no exception, so Spike has had mostly trots.
Today he got in a good gallop. We went for a ride on our folding Bromptons. Spike ran alongside W for most of the way. We put him into my bike basket for the ride home. So, we bought the basket for the Brompton, and bought the dog to fit the basket?
It's a perfect fit: a third-generation willow maker wove the custom basket for us while we lived in Cambridge, England. Sadly, I didn't have my phone or camera along to snap Spike's moment of riding in style. He is so good-natured that he didn't even fuss when we snapped the caribeener on his red harness. At QFC, W ran in for groceries while Spike collected compliments from passersby. Willow basket, red harness on black dog... does it get any cuter than that?