Yesterday in Seattle I met a fabulous gay guy who told me about a dog he'd owned some years ago. She was a small dog, and considerable overweight but according to him, "She really worked it." He explained that he had attached a cord from his waist band to a skateboard so she could ride along and accompany him on his daily run without having to exert herself.
He was certainly not going to make her exercise if she didn't want to do that!.
He did not, he told me, want to force HIS lifestyle choices on his dog.
Contrast this with a scene later in the casa de logophilia.
After our long day I dropped down onto the bed and reviewed the day in my mind. A loud sigh interupted me. "What?" I asked Mr. Logo.
"You are NOT following procedure! You are suppose to lie down on your right side and scootch over here so I can put my arm around you. THAT is the routine!"
I turned and scootched.
Takes all kinds, hm?