I was driving into town this morning when I saw a man pulling a large dog on a wagon and the image was pretty striking so I pulled over, jumped out of the car and asked if I could take a photo. The man was delighted, he just beamed. Diablo, he said, was an English Bulldog. It was about 80 degrees, around ll a.m. and I thought it was sweet that this dog – I assumed he was ill – was getting a ride. I asked the man if the dog – he introduced him as “Diablo” – was in poor health, and how thoughtful of him to be giving him a lift.

The man looked shocked, and said Diablo was in terrific health, it was just that he didn’t like the thought of him walking on the hot sidewalk, he didn’t think Diablo liked the heat, so when it was a sunny he just pulled him along in the wagon and Diablo loved it. The man said he had to go to the hardware store, and he knows Diablo loves to come along, so he put him in the wagon. The dog looked quite comfortable the man was sweating.  Diablo barked several times. I thought what a wonderful world it would be if people loved people the way they love dogs.