Simon was in a hurry and I did end up hefting Petunia a time or two so I could keep up. I was sweaty and frustrated by the time we reached the other side of town, about ten blocks of swearing at the pug for not being more athletic and waving off the occasional dog fart.

I almost lost Simon twice, though Reading was small enough it was easy to take a side street and catch up again. He wasn't exactly trying to hide his movements, but he kept his head down and seemed like he was ...