Oh it gets even better. I usually keep my bike in the living room. It's just easier to load and unload that way. But I figure it's pretty grimy after the rain and I don't want to get crud on the carpet. So I leave the bike half in the house and half out since I don't want my leather saddle to get wet while I open up the garage. Greta (my dog) rushes out into the garage with me, I open up the garage door and she realizes she's back outside. It was hysterical - but kind of sad too because you know she's just so scared and other than holding her, you can't make her feel better. Ever try holding an 80 lb Rottweiler in your lap? The things we do for our pets.


Coming back from our mountain bike ride today we passed a lady walking with three dogs. It was hot - somehwere in the nineties - she had brought water for her, but not for the dogs. One of them was panting so hard and frothing. Thom gave him the rest of his water. The poor thing looked so unhappy. It shied away from him at first and then when it realized Thom had water the dog was all over him. Made me sad that I carry Gator Aid so had nothing for the poor pooch.


Veronica