A ride not quite the magnitude of the Tour de France, though by the time the dog was hooked up in the trailer, I think our family qualified as an official peloton.

We chose to ride a short route, not knowing how Molly would do. Despite her nonstop movement and occasional guttural “woof”s, she seemed to enjoy the ride. She acted as Jim’s emergency brake, as every time her paw rested toward the front of the trailer, she would scrape the road and make a loud screeching sound.

With a break at the park halfway through–along with the promise of PB & J sandwiches at the end–everyone was able to finish strong.