If you zoom in, you’ll see a distraught Max trailing behind me. Every day, we walk to the end of the street and every day, he suddenly can’t walk another step as soon as we turn around to go home. Until we get home and he miraculously summons the energy to race back down the street again. Yesterday I made him walk back and he cried the whole time.

Mean mommy? Yes, but he weighs 30lbs and it is 90 degrees with 90% humidity. And he survived.