Last summer I was visiting an old pal who lives on McIvor Lake, up past the gate at the end of the road.
As I arrived he asked if I'd go across to the little island out front and retrieve his dog Manny.
Manny is a Rottweiler and looks like Godzilla Unchained but is as friendly as can be and loves to swim over and play with the kids of the people who own the island.
So I rowed over in Tom's 12" tinny, using oars from a Zodiac, and ended up bow straight on to the small dock where everyone and Manny were hanging out.
Despite much urging, the brandishing of a biscuit, several muttered curses and a complete selection of implorations, Manny refused to board the boat.
Buddy on the dock grabs Manny from behind and hoists him into the front of the tinny where he slides down on his back under the front seat so that his rear legs are on my side of the seat while his front legs and his massive grinning face are on the other side of the seat.
One of the funniest sights ever and me with no camera.
Now I couldn't lift Manny up from inside the boat so I rowed back to the dock and Buddy hauled him out and put him on the other side of the seat.
All was saved.
And then we arrived back at Tom's beach where I rowed the tinny right up to the shore and commanded Manny to get out.
Manny wouldn't move, let alone attempt to get out.
Tom called him.
I pleaded with him.
We cajoled him.
We muttered bad words about him, but he would not get out of the boat.
"Over here," Tom said, so I rowed over next to a bit of a rock wall he'd pointed at.
"Hang on and I'll tip the boat so he can walk out," Tom said.
I did and Tom did and Manny finally walked out along the now flat path created when you tip a boat almost over.
Dumb dog!!
I have no advice for you.
Sorry.
Take care.