Sparky was never going to catch that squirrel, but I used that as an excuse to get him outside for a walk.  The walk went fine as long as Sparky was going downhill.  The weather was very comfortable, so I thought we could go for a long walk.  As Sparky was taking a whiz by the creek, I started up the big hill.  He wouldn’t budge. 

Sparky could accept that we were on a walk instead of killing squirrels, but we didn’t have to make this a death march.  Sparky thought I should be grateful that he would walk back to the house without needing to be carried.