He's been all over the place, sniffing, probing, checking what's been going on.
His back leg is healing well, but it's stiff. The combination of that, and Jacky, put paid to that malarkey. He hung there by his front paws for a couple of seconds before giving in and letting himself drop.
That was a long (and tedious for me) walk. I've now invested in one of those recoiling dog leads, in the hope that I might be able to sit on a chair for part of the "walk" in future.
Mm. We'll see.