dog in a milk crate
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2001.11.03
I saw the strangest thing this morning. A guy was cycling along on his bike with a sawed-down milk crate lashed to the side of his rear wheel. The open side of this half-crate was facing away from the wheel. Inside the crate was a small dog, peering out and letting the wind blow through its pelt like it was sticking its head out a car's window.