Strong armed walking

Recently, between work days, I have borrowed a dog and he's dragged me around the local village pathways.  

I say borrowed, his mum had a small but significant tumble down some stairs and wrenched her elbow and shoulder so isn't up to hanging on to him as he snuffles about.  He is a 'big lad' - a rather portly border collie with an irascible nature and eye wateringly foul breath, however for some inexplicable reason - he not only tolerates Himself and I, but will drag his shrieking owner over to say a wooferly hello.

She obviously adores her dog and it amuses us greatly to see him rolling his eyes as she screeches at him to come in from the garden or to stop pulling her around the corner on one of their multiple (but very short) daily walks. You can hear her ear piercing voice trailing off in to the distance as he determinedly waddles off to read his favourite pee-mails or sniff out any new scents.

He has tried to drag me around as he does her and to a certain degree I have managed to put up some resistance so that I look less out of control (work in progress, work in progress). 

We did try going up a rather steep and at the time very muddy pathway out of the village on to the tops thinking that he could pull me up .... that didn't happen. We stopped for a puff every few steps and I swear I could hear him gasp that he needed to look at the view (me too Jed, me too).

I am off today and am contemplating seeing if my furry fat friend would like to go out - it is raining and I know that he is not keen on wet weather - will be interesting to see if he agrees 😆

Not a particularly spectacular photo - but he does not pose, he does not stop (unless a really stinky scent or a steep up hill then we are both gasping for breath!)