My dad helped us make our own, boards with skate wheels.I still can see my sister going down the hill with that dachshund she loved so much. That beast rode skateboards and in her bicycle basket with ears flapping in the breeze and a worried look. The boards were horrible but the memories are good. Perhaps if dogs are allowed in heaven and you can chose to be a kid on occasion, they are both riding still. I think that may be a pagan concept of heaven that you spend it doing what brought you joy in life, but I like it.
lol — good old dachsunds. They are masters of the worried look.