This bike protected by Charlie the Dog

Down on 24th street I locked my bike, as per usual, to a parking meter. When I returned Charlie was also attached to the meter. I had a hard time getting my bike unlocked, as every time I went for the lock, she proceeded to lick my hand, look up at me with her big brown eyes, and beg me to keep her company while her owners drank their lattes.

Naturally I obliged.