On my way back home today, I found a self-engineered motorbike in front of me. What struck me was not the way the bicycle/motorcycle was made, but what was on the back seat of it. I was a milk crate and a chihuahua riding in it. It also made me happy to see the rider reaching behind himself with one arm, from time to time, to make sure the little dog was still there. Both persona dog looked content and happy to me. The little dog was wearing a harness for his safety and he looked comfortable in the crate. I said a short prayer for him because I wasn't sure if the safety precaution will indeed ensure his safety. His owner must love him enough to want to take him for a ride on this Memorial day morning and I am happy that they were enjoying each other's company and that they had each other.
To my left as I stopped at a stop sign was a young father pulling a wagon, stopping at the intersection. In the wagon there were three little kids and a stuffed animal horse as big as the biggest of them. Four of them stuffed in the red wagon. I love to see young fathers spending time with his children. No work for him today I guess, and he chose to take his kids for an outing. I don't know whose idea it was to bring the stuffed horsie too, but at least he thought it was okay. He could have said, no, the wagon was too small (it was) and he could have said, I already have my hands full, (and he was)with you guys. Instead, horse came along. That made me happy. Not that I am fixated at toddlerhood and I wanted the horse, but the fact that a stuffed animal was sharing the ride with three babies in a small wagon, was innocent enough to make me happy.
