They’re ubiquitous and my dog wants to chase them. Every stinkin’ one. With me attached to the end of the leash.
Doggle Woggle’s 65 pounds of energetic muscle overpowers my 100 pounds of skinny-minny weak body mass. So much so that sometimes he pulls the leash right out of my hands. (I typically use a three-point leash hold that a dog trainer taught me.)
You’d think the constant pulling would make for good strength training, but so far I haven’t seen any evidence of this. I still have chicken arms.