Out of all misery...

You can't stay sad, when you cycle. Therefore, in order to overcome being absolutely miserable, I had to go on a tour today, just before nightfall.
The dog had to come, even if she was not pleased about it. She loves to go for walk though, but the day should be bright, no rain for instance, and no heat either. And there should be a car to jump in taking her to her sniffing grounds. A shaky bicycle with a small and tight basket to sit in, that's not her idea of a good journey.
Well, since she was not only colour-blind, which is normal for dogs, but also a right and left confused, and had no idea of stopping when she was supposed to stop (obviously believing that cars were nothing but massive animals that could be wagged away with a cute tail if necessary) she he had no other choice. She either had to get in the basket or stay at home all on her own. So after considering her options and giving me the 'do-I-really-have-to' look, she finally gave in. And the sadness for her began.
And so, when we reached the first meadow she could make out from above, she suddenly decided that she had no business with the basket anymore. She jumped out of it and fell right into a puddle that came from God knows where, as it hadn't rained for days. Did I mention she hates bathing?
I nodded a curt "told you, didn't I" and put her back in the basket. "This is not it", I explained to her and went on to the big park surrounding most parts of the city.
It was a good tour through those fields and meadows and after only a few cubic meters of fresh air I had forgotten what was bugging me and enjoyed the sunset and its orange while cycling next to my jumping and dashing dirty dog.
She was so happy that, with still a faint vestige of an idea what was painful in my life, I did not have the heart to put her back into the basket so soon.
A chance! There it was!
From the moment she had to run on the street she stayed next to my front wheel as if she was tied to it by an invisible chain. Taken utterly by surprise I ordered a left and a right, when ever it was due, and she looked at me with that certain semblance of a smile only a dog can provide and followed the right direction. She stopped before I could even command at every street or corner and also at every unclear drive. And she matched speed when ever I was forced to slow down or speed up. I was so surprised that I nearly missed our own drive, but of course, the dog reminded me.
No more baskets, she said. No more sadness. And I promised.