Every once in a while, I see someone "walking" his or her dog while riding a bicycle. I have probably seen it most often on or around beaches, especially in Florida. However, I've also seen it in parks and even on streets here in NYC.
Sometimes I wish I could do the same with Max and Marlee. I could carry them in the baskets on my LeTour, I guess. The only problem is that I don't know how I would get Max into a basket, as he doesn't like to be picked up and is no longer the climber he was in his youth, and that Marlee would never sit in a basket long enough for me to start riding.
I once rode about two kilometers carrying a little Yorkie in my cocked left arm and my right hand on my handlebar. I'd found her wandering through a busy intersection where she was in imminent danger of becoming roadkill. No one seemed to know where she came from and I rode, hoping to find a shelter or a vet's office. Finding neither, I took her to a precinct house, where a burly sergeant fell in love with her.
Max would never stand--or, more precisely, sit or curl up--for such a ride. Marlee might, for a couple of minutes. Then her nervousness would get the best of her and she'd wriggle her way into a fall onto the pavement.
I find it ironic that in other parts of the world, people on bikes carry all kinds of other animals. I saw a man ride with a monkey on his shoulder in Marseille, France and another man with a lizard standing guard on his sternum as he navigated the alleyways of Rome.
But they had nothing on this guy, with a goat along for the ride, in Uganda. I just hope the passenger gave him a hefty tip:
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| "A Dog's Pace" by Carolee Clark. |
Sometimes I wish I could do the same with Max and Marlee. I could carry them in the baskets on my LeTour, I guess. The only problem is that I don't know how I would get Max into a basket, as he doesn't like to be picked up and is no longer the climber he was in his youth, and that Marlee would never sit in a basket long enough for me to start riding.
I once rode about two kilometers carrying a little Yorkie in my cocked left arm and my right hand on my handlebar. I'd found her wandering through a busy intersection where she was in imminent danger of becoming roadkill. No one seemed to know where she came from and I rode, hoping to find a shelter or a vet's office. Finding neither, I took her to a precinct house, where a burly sergeant fell in love with her.
Max would never stand--or, more precisely, sit or curl up--for such a ride. Marlee might, for a couple of minutes. Then her nervousness would get the best of her and she'd wriggle her way into a fall onto the pavement.
I find it ironic that in other parts of the world, people on bikes carry all kinds of other animals. I saw a man ride with a monkey on his shoulder in Marseille, France and another man with a lizard standing guard on his sternum as he navigated the alleyways of Rome.
But they had nothing on this guy, with a goat along for the ride, in Uganda. I just hope the passenger gave him a hefty tip:
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| From Art Propelled |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUiGQM1rqu0
ReplyDeletethis one's in LA
And this guy posts lots of films from rides with his cat:
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1. Cat into carrier. 2. Put carrier/cat in basket. If cat doesn't like carrier, get in habit of feeding cat in carrier.
ReplyDeleteSteve--It's not so hard to get Marlee into a carrier. Max is another story. Maybe I'll try your suggestion.
ReplyDeleteChris and Rebecca--Thanks for the links!
"Pets have this incredible ability to sense our emotions and offer comfort when we need it most." Does Simparica Trio Kill Ticks
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