My dog was born on 8/8/98, and is 14 years old today. She's always been a fan of two wheelers. I wouldn't have named her Angel, or even chosen a foofoo dog, but sometimes Allah drops a peach in your lap.






A few months ago while on our bike commute, I reached down to scoop her up onto the bike and heard my pants rip. Some nice lady at a stoplight mentioned that my pants looked ripped. But when I got to work, they were more like chaps. Guess work slacks ain't made for bicycle commuting, if you're a chubster. Thank god I'm a habitual underwear wearer.


It was a pretty chilly ride back home for me, but another nice thing about dogs is they're never embarrassed to be seen with you, even under such conditions.

Happy birthday to Angel!

Thanks Cbad!
She's pretty good. One time I got deathly ill after eating something depraved at a Leucadia street fair one Friday night. I was spewing from both ends and was too sick to take her out for a walk for the entire weekend. But when I finally got well enough to go out, I found a pile of junkmail I'd dropped on the floor Friday night, and she'd pooped & peed on that all weekend instead of the carpet.

Smart dog!

She's a trooper not a pooper. Congrats to the little dog. My greyhounds are afraid to step in a wading pool, much less go for a ride.

Our pack is starting to show their age. It's the big dog curse, at 8 & 9 they are slowing down and going grey in the muzzle.

Nothing at all wrong with a high miles dog. Everybody loves puppies, but I prefer them with a little patina on them.

You can see my pooch in my avatar - she replaced my old cancer fighter a little over a year ago. Happy Birthday to Angel!

I can't IMAGINE her sitting in a dog bed on the gas tank of my bike. Congrats on pulling that off.

As to your other issue.... dog door.

That's definitely a cool thing about having a small dog, being able to take him on your bike like that.