Ecstatic

I first saw the dog running down the street alongside the bus. He looked ecstatic to be running beside his big wheeled friend. It was raining and it took me a moment to realise that he didn’t have much choice in the matter. He was attached to a lead, whose handle was trapped in the door of the bus. As the bus passed me, I saw through the door that the handle of the lead was held by the dog’s owner. Her hand was pressed against the glass panel. She stared at the dog, her face creased like a potato sack in distress. The dog was having the best time of his life.