I was riding my bike to the train station, because I was going to catch the train to New York City. I had a dog with me. The dog was very big but was old and very sick. I was carrying it in a large white sling around my front, like a baby. I was also towing in a trailer all the things we would need for the trip, such as dog food and medicine. The dog was well-behaved, and I could sense from the dog which streets I should take for the fastest route to the station. The streets were empty as we rode along together, and I kept thinking how relieved I would be when we finally got to New York and could unpack and sit down. When we finally arrived at the station, the attendant looked at me with the dog in the sling and said, ‘The train that goes to New York City rides through this station too fast for anyone to actually get on. I just thought you should know that.’
I didn’t know what to do, and wondered if we should just continue the trip by bike. I looked into the dog’s eyes. I could tell that it wanted to go home, and suddenly I felt angry. ‘I care about you,’ I mouthed, with no sound coming out, ‘but why didn’t you tell me before that you didn’t even want to go!’ We started riding back home, and once again the dog showed me the best streets to take for the fastest route.