"I'm on the bus!"

   Lucky is a thoroughly nonplussed city dweller.  Nothing fazes him, with the exception of motorbike engines, and who likes those?
   He loves busy Edinburgh streets.  He tries to say hello to one and all, and even the busiest mobile phone tapper or very-important-person-in a-rush usually offers a quick smile.
   I love how he automatically believes that every dog and person is a potential friend, and nowhere is this more true than on a bus, at 10AM or so.  That's the time of morning when Edinburgh busses are usually full of pensioners of varying temperaments.  Lucky sees the bus as a moving fun house, and while I know that not everyone is thrilled to see a nearly 9 stone, friendly dog come their way, Lucky is still unable or unwilling to distinguish between potential friend and foe.
   So the other day, he tried to board one of these lovely, sociable coaches.  The problem was, it wasn't our bus.  It was a bus with an open door, one which we happened to be passing, and Lucky took the opportunity to jump on.  When I explained that we weren't actually boarding this coach, he was visibly disappointed, to the amusement of the driver and passengers.  What a boy.