Wheeling the pug

That's quite literally what my cheery neighbour from the bottom part of the estate does three times a day. 
He wheels out his geriatric pug for his "walk". 
He even has a little bit of mat to install him on the green to take a breather during his midday walk. 
The grumpy, snorty ancient little thing doesn't look particularly grateful either.
I think he takes this superhuman amount of dedication as a given.