Aw. That kinda reminds me of my dog Daisy a while before she died. She wasn't paralyzed, but being an 18 year old beagle, she got tired real quick. When we'd go to take our other two dogs on walks, she'd always want to come along, and like hell we'd leave her behind. Problem was that our other two dogs were considerably younger than she was, and being labs, had a LOT more energy than she did. Poor Daisy would run out of steam less than halfway through our walks, so some days, one of us would have to carry her home.

Then one day, my dad comes home with a little red wagon. My mom and I look at him as if he's finally gone off his rocker, but he insists that we try it out as Daisy's chariot. So the three of us would walk with the three dogs for a while, rolling the wagon behind us. When Daisy would run out of steam, we'd plop her in the wagon and she'd ride along for the rest of the trip.

The first few times we tried this, she kept climbing out while giving us a big "wtf?!" look. But after about a week of trying this, she seemed to realize what we were trying to do for her. And then, she loved it. Our neighbours would give us THE weirdest looks when we'd go walking down the street with three dogs and a wagon in tow. But then they'd see us rounding back with Daisy riding along, happy as a clam, and they got it just like she did.

Best part was when we'd have a little parade of sorts near the end of our walks. One neighbour watched for us to come back every time, and would wait with treats for all the girls. <3

I'm not sure if I have any pictures of Daisy in her wagon, but man. The things people will do for their dogs. I love it.