Having a pet is a commitment. However, my guilt was firmly established in a Catholic upbringing.
I feel guilty when I leave my dog at home. It’s pathetic really. When he was a puppy, sure, he needed me. He’s three years old now. Although he is home alone while I work, I am usually home with him the rest of the time. He goes with me most anywhere I can take him. (My kids have gotten used to mom bringing the dog.)
In the summer, I bike ride about 70 miles per week. This takes time away from the fur butt — especially if I’m riding on a week night. Buddy would love to be outside with me on a trail.
Hence, my search for a way to take him with me. He can run alongside and loves that but how much do I let him run? So last Christmas I bought a basket. It didn’t work well. It was never secure enough to make him feel relaxed and it through me off balance. A fail. So recently my hair stylist, shows me what they bought for their dog. A BuddyRider. (Is that not perfect? A BuddyRider for my dog named Buddy.)
It came last weekend and we tried it out on Sunday. Even though the instructions said it would take three rides for the dog to like it, Buddy was diggin it from the start.