Originally Posted by Merryish
Attached to the back of his bike was a tented cart. And in this tented cart sat a very large, very disgruntled golden retriever. Who barked. All. the way. to my street.
I tried to pass him, but he kept catching me up. I tried to hang back and let him go, but every time I started pedaling again I'd hear it, drifting down from the path ahead:
arf. arf. ARF. ARF! ARF! ARF!
I'm looking at my Canine-Spanish dictionary and that translates to "!Venga! !Venga! !Venga!"
I had a nice easy ride into work this morning after visiting BloodSource for my semi-regular donation. The volunteer running the snack counter noticed my helmet and clicky shoes and it turns out he's a regular bike commuter too. Quote: "I can't imagine why anybody would drive to work in this town!"
Me neither.