As I have mentioned numerous times, Ray has a serious case of separation anxiety.
While he has a strong attachment to both of us, he typically allows me a little latitude. Carol cannot go anywhere without him shadowing her.
At the time of writing this, Carol is with a friend of many years, having lunch and catching up on each others’ news. Ray has spent most of the time sitting on “his” chair and looking out of the window which overlooks our driveway.
At around 3:30pm, I decided that as Carol’s expected return time was unknown, and as Ray needed his walk, I would take him out before it started to get dark. Traditionally this has really not been much of a problem, especially after Carol had been gone for a few hours. He would often hesitate, but then seem to come to terms with the situation, and all would be well. Once he was off our driveway, his nose would be doing the “driving” and Carol would appear to be forgotten for the rest of the walk.
This time started off as expected. He allowed me to put his harness on him and, not too enthusiastically, followed me out of the back door; through the gate and up our driveway. At the end of our driveway is where he started resisting. With a certain amount of “persuasion”, we managed to progress as far as our neighbor’s driveway but then he planted his rear firmly on the ground and was clearly going no further!
I am not averse to using a little muscle to move him after all, he does have choices just like the rest of us, but trying to drag 75lbs of sitting Ray along a sidewalk is futile (and could well create more problems than it resolved!).
We have had this situation before and the solution is to wait for a few minutes; get him back up on his feet, and continue. This time however, we never made the “continue” because he promptly sat down again. Plan “B” is to repeat the process but let him decide the direction to go, and then spin him around after a few minutes. That didn’t work either! His choice of direction was back to our driveway, and back into the house where he climbed up onto “his” chair and, once more, stared out of the window which overlooks our driveway!
He did eventually get his walk, but that was after Carol had returned!