Some weeks back, Mummy brought me to ECP for a gathering with her friends. And because all of them were either cycling or blading, and I'm afraid of big wheels around me, Mummy got me into a bicycle basket.
Daddy insisted on having me in his bicycle and Mummy lined the basket with a thin cushion from my carrier and a towel, and I lay in there comfortably. It was really a good ride! It was so windy and Daddy went quite fast.
Here I am when I just got into the basket. I feel safe in there really, because everyone seem to be staring and pointing at me!

