There’s no greater moment in a young man’s life than when it occurs to him that maybe, just maybe, the family dog will tow him down the street on a skateboard.
I remember when that light bulb went on for me. We had a German Shepherd named Zeus, and when I clipped on his leash and stepped onto my little plastic banana-board he glanced over his shoulder with a look that said, “Jeez! About time, Einstein!”
And then, without any provocation, he took off like a rocket.