This morning I got some breakfast at Whole Foods by Berkley. I was sitting by the window with kind of a gross egg and cheese sandwich that was not at all what I expected and a coffee. People watching. A man walked by with his small dog. The dog peed on the back wheel of my bike and then trotted on. My tiny disdain for small dogs just slightly increased. Now when I ride my bike around the city I wonder if dogs smell me as I go by. A moving fire hydrant.
When I got home, I decided to run a test. I grabbed my pudgy snugglepants kitty and stuck her head by my back wheel and moved her around the wheel in a circular motion; her nose close to the rim at all times. She didn't act out of the ordinary; just sat in my hands going around and around. I wonder what she thought of the drill, if she thought anything of it at all. Her lack of interest in any part of the wheel brought me to two conclusions: either dogs urinate on my bike often and it's nothing out of the ordinary, or perhaps it was a false alarm and the dog lifted his leg but decided not to go through with the deed. I'll assume the latter.