Usually she walks us. She walks ahead, sniffing and generally enjoying life. This is the way this walk started out. Until we got about half a mile into it. She started to drag and then slow way down. By the end of our abbreviated walk, we were going at a snail's pace, and she was still dragging behind a good three feet.
It was sad and pitiful. She adores going for walks, I just say the word and her eyes light up and she starts jumping around and pacing between me and the leash and my sneakers. She just loves it. I think I'm going to have to start taking her for short walks just to make her happy, but not for my exercise.
My dog is old, and it's becoming harder and harder to ignore.