A-tiskit-a-taskit, a dog in a basket

I went on my first bike ride today! My crazy mother put me in her basket on the front of her bike and we went for a ride. We made it about one block and I thought I was going to be sick, so I jumped out, my collar just about choking me- she thought it would keep me in the buggy if she held on to it, well it just about ripped my neck off! That scared me more than the bike ride itself, so I let her heft me back in to the basket and try it again. It wasn't so bad. In fact, I think I kinda liked it. We didn't go much farther, she ckickened out and took me home. I heard her tell my dad that little by little she's going totake me out farther and farther. I hope she realizes that I am going to outgrow that little basket and then what? She'll have created a bike loving dog who's too big for his basket. Maybe next she'll try and get me to ride my own bike. (Nahhh)