Once, I was looking after a Chihuahua. She refused to walk because her owner always carried her. I refuse to carry any dog, not even a Yorkie or a Chihuahua.
Carrying His Yorkie: West Vancouver, BC
I must be mean. I put the leash on her and without looking or arguing I started walking, she tried to resist for a couple of seconds, then she went walking with me.
I’m not sure if she fell, or laid on the ground or what, I wasn’t looking. But it’s not like she had the size to put up a fight. In anyway, after her temper-tantrum, she was walking with me.