British Bulldog!!

Sadly there are no photos to go with this story- I was simply too far away to get a good one. I could try one of my fabulous drawings but I fear it would not do the story justice. It happened like this:
A couple of weeks ago I was walking home from the bus stop, before the recent snowfall. It was before the clocks went back, dry, still light, a pleasant temperature and the thought of a nice warm house and a glass of wine added to my general good mood. About a hundred yards ahead of me a British Bulldog appeared from a house on the right. You know British Bulldogs; they are those really substantial looking dogs that resemble an end table; solidly built with a short leg at each corner. Anyway, despite the fact that this dog must have weighed more than me it was very nimble (must have been the thought of freedom) and it literally skipped across the road looking very happy. Don't worry, this isn't another dog being hit by a car story; there's no through traffic on this road.
A worried looking teenage boy appeared from the same house and caught up with the dog and tried his best to persuade it back across the road and home safe. Unmoved, both physically and mentally, the dog sat and stared at the boy. The boy grasped the dog by the scruff of the neck, gently but firmly, and started to tug, presumably to encourage the dog to move in the direction of the house. The dog's folds of skin now started to move, although the dog did not, giving it the appearance of someone having their hoodie pulled over their head. The dog remained resolute, wishing to enjoy a few more moments of freedom. As I passed by I gave the teenager an encouraging smile- he had the worried look of someone who was looking after a dog that didn't belong to him, and although it was a gloriously funny sight, I did feel sorry for his predicament. At last the dog got up and moved a few steps across the road; it would return home, but it wasn't going to make it easy.
As I got further away I took one final look back up the road to see that the dog and the boy had now crossed the road and reached the slight grassy bank near the gate of the house-almost home! However the dog, in a final fit of pique, had thrown itself dramatically to the ground, and the poor harassed teenager was now dragging him, slowly but surely up the bank and towards the house by one of its back legs. This did not seem to hurt or bother the dog in the slightest, and as I rounded the corner, giggling to myself and wishing for a zoom lens with which to share this moment with you all, I made eye contact with that dog, and I swear it winked at me!
Okay, after Fabulous Daughter Number One's request, I did a drawing......