So....I am on dog-duty this weekend for my roomates' lovable dog (they're at a race).

I've been reading for school all day, camped out in my study. I finally start to stir and start thinking about preparing for a bike ride. Lola (dog) starts getting super excited ('oh boy! oh boy! are we going to the park again? Yeahhhhhh park! park park i love the park!') Meanwhile, I was trying to convey to her that she wasn't coming (usually a good "bye lola" will get the picture across). But, she wouldn't have it. Her mounting enthusiasm was incredible. (think Gazelle leaps across the bed)


Until....I pulled out the bike shorts. Immediately, her face lost animation, she tucked her tail, and walked out of the room. I, naturally, was struck with a bizarre mix of heartbreak and hilarity. I couldn't believe it--- a dog that knows the exact meaning of cycling shorts!

Ah, the life of a cyclists' dog.




PS. For the record, Lola and I went to the park this morning for an hour. And I have been a very attentive door butler all day to her in-and-out pleasure.