Stella still pulls.

I outweigh Stella by about a hundred pounds. She likes it when I'm at the other end of her leash because she can still, at almost 9 years old, pull me pretty far. It's really fun for her when I'm the one who takes her for a walk. She's so strong that at the beginning of the walk she goes so fast that I run to keep up with her. At the end of the walk she's so strong that she pulls us off course and we're out for a long time and I'm tug her leash more than I should, thinking she's being a bit of a pain. Then it hits me that it's not just her favorite part of the day - it's one of mine.