That gave me a good laugh. Thankfully our Moose isn’t that clever. But what he lacks in brains he makes up for in good-natured great dane brawn.
Only once have I tied him up, to a bike rack in front of the local burrito joint as I picked up. Moose bolted after, tearing the anchors out of the concrete and dragging the rack along with him. Luckily the staff was gracious and amused, if not a bit astonished.
As for these leashes, the climbing rope style have lasted us much longer than your typical webbed belt leash, but we used a chain leash until Moose was old enough to stop turning a brief chat with a neighbor during a stroll into a game of impatient tug o’ war. He doesn’t like the dense chain on his teeth which ultimately broke the habit, but YMMV.
