On the lakeside bike path last summer, we passed an aging gay couple on a pair of old English three-speeds. The fellow in front had a woven handlebar basket. As I passed I saw a long-haired little yapper-dog (but not yapping) in the basket. Of course I did a double-take, at which time I saw a second dog, almost identical, in the same basket. They were just lookin' around, taking it all in on a pleasant evening. One of those wonderful, oddball moments that say "only in Madison".