Spike the puffskein wasn't particularly amenable to walking, not when he was so pleased to be lolling about in his little corner of the pen, and it was VERY painful for Mo to get down on his hands and knees and give the little guy a nudge.

Not emotionally painful. Physically painful. Basically joint murder.

"Let's roll that way, ok? It's so nice over there. Sun is out and there's grass. You like grass, remember?" Spike did not care at ALL about grass, apparently, and Mo was forced to roll the puffskein along the ground (gently) just to get him started.

There now. They were walking. It was great.