Nice doggies

To Choa Chu Kang, 60 km. There are two rides starting at 8 am. I skip them all to catch up on sleep after more than a full day of work yesterday. I hit the road alone, then give a newbie triathlete a good run before going off the beaten track. I pass 3-4 dogs; they don't molest me. They don't even bark. At a traffic light, a dog comes up to me. "Don't bite me, OK?" I plead. It opens its mouth and licks my leg. I believe its owner is the bikeshop owner who recognised that I've removed the crank he'd sold me. "It's been thousands of km," I say to soothe his feelings.