My step-daughter had a Rottweiler dog when she was in college. He was good protection especially when she went running. Despite how fierce he looked, he was a beloved pampered pet.
She always brought him home when she visited her Dad. On one trip around Christmas the beloved husband was going out for a walk and the dog wanted to go along. He was used to runs so it should have been a piece of cake.
Except that the walk was 5 miles round trip on a snow-covered street with hills and valleys on a very cold night.
Poor pup! He pooped out about a mile from home and laid down in the middle of the street. He used his soulful puppy dog eyes but it didn’t work. Soft whining sounds didn’t work.
He rolled on his back. My husband wasn’t having none of that! He did all his doggy tricks to try to get a ride.
You can’t carry a 100+ pound Rotti home so my husband had to convince the dog to get up. It was the last time they walked and that decision was mutual!