Bought a dog treat for our neighbors‘ good boy. His name is bones and he’s a boxer puppy. It was shaped like a hotdog and he enjoyed the 2 seconds of it that he had.
I still mentally chuckle about the time we took Finn to one of those dog parks with separate areas for big and small dog parks. There was a guy with a Rottie. He tried to tell me his Rottie would be too rough on Finn. He wouldn’t listen when I tried to tell him Finn could handle big dogs, including a full grown Great Dane when he was a 10 pound pup.
I once threatened to utter the word “walk” in front of an old friend’s dog. He was utterly adamant on not walking the dog and freaked out a bit.