Around The Neighborhood And At The Park

 

As a child, after disconnecting the makeshift basket I created to transport my furry friend around with me for a day- I would hold Brandie while she was still small inside the comfort of my left arm while I steered the handlebars to my bike with my right arm on other days.

Brandie loved to run in the street beside me while I rode my bike. I had her on her leash, grasping the head of the strap against the grip of the left handlebar to my bike.

Brandie also loved to run beside me in the street while I rolled on my roller-skates. I loved the way she pulled me as I held onto her leash supervising every moment to make sure the both of us never got hit by any car within our neighborhood block.

As an adult-years later- I took Brandie to the park without her leash. She was a well- behaved dog familiar within the area and did not need to be restrained. I let her walk and run around free- she never bothered anybody- people liked and loved Brandie.

I stopped off at the park to take a quick breeze upon a swing.

Brandie followed me inside the playground stood a few seconds to watch me then she must have said to herself “This may take a few minutes. Let me chill” because she sat down at a distance to patiently wait.

Two female youngsters entered the section of the playground we were in while I swung and realized my dog was no threat as they also hopped upon the swings.

One of the girls said to the other, “I want a dog just like that- who will sit and wait for me”.

 

 

 

Along For The Ride: Me And My Baby

 

I awoke bright and early, still excited over having adopted a brand new seven to eight-week-old puppy from North Shore Animal League during the summer of 1986.

The sun shined, the air was crisp, the day clear and I wanted to go bike riding.

Yet, I did not want to go alone.

I wanted the company of my new furry friend-just me and her, no one else for that moment in time.

I was the type of child who often played with other neighborhood kids but took out time to enjoy being alone when I preferred to.

There was one problem surrounding this event.

I needed a basket that I did not have to place Brandie in while I freely rode her on my bike.

So, I creatively made one.

I went to find a crate that I fastened to the handlebars of my bike with rope then securely placed Brandie inside.

A neighborhood guy laughed at the situation when he saw me in action because he thought the effort and determination was cute. My mother had informed this information to me about the neighbor’s reaction later

Off I went through the streets of my neighborhood steering out of the way when cars drove up from behind and up ahead.

Brandie enjoyed her first bike ride in the comforts of the crate with the warm summer breeze enhancing her mood.

I will never forget that wonderful day of bonding sweetly with my baby.