I have a recovery buddy who recently adopted a dog. Having been without a dog for several months, he was so excited when he was finally able to bring “Leroy Brown” home with him. That excitement was quickly joined by frustration. The first time he clipped Leroy into his harness, attached the leash, laced up his tennis shoes, and started out the door for a walk, his new companion transformed from a beagle/basset hound mix – perfectly able to walk on its own – to a 35-pound sack of dirt: he would not cross the threshold. After fervent and passionate coaxing – and a fair share of bribery with treats – the dead weight crossed the threshold.
Matthew P., Georgia, USA