Barney is sitting comfortably on a well-worn pad atop the Kawasaki that carried him into Hamilton. The little gray-muzzled cocker spaniel watched the world go by through his pair of shaded Doggles.
Cool as a cucumber, he hardly glanced at the small horde of people gathered around him just off the town’s Main Street. Some aimed their cellphone cameras. Others just pointed their fingers and smiled.
This isn’t anything new.
Barney is used to being a star attraction.
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