When I was young, my mom took our dog, Major, out for a walk in the snow. When she returned to the house, she was carrying Major. He was an English Springer Spaniel, which is a medium sized dog-not easy to carry. She said that he had suddenly stopped walking and that he must’ve injured his paw. She was really worried about him. She put him down in the kitchen and he pranced off as normal as can be. Basically, my dog Major was a huge pussy and his feet got cold in the snow so he pretended like he couldn’t walk to get a free ride from my mom. What a jerk. In a slight twist on this story, this man and dog seem to have a symbiotic relationship wherein it is understood that the dog shall not walk in the snow, but shall instead perch like a parrot on his owner’s shoulders.
The soundtrack makes it sound like one of those charming French or Italian films. Man And Dog, by Federico Fellini. Or, this is just a Pixar short waiting to be animated.
