At the vet l kept Cassius on a tight leash in the waiting room filled with frillier dogs. None seemed to mind each other. After accustoming to the room, Cassius layed down sideways and pretended to fall to sleep. Then a new dog and owner walked in. The dog was a short-haired pointer. Female. No reason for Cassius to get uppity but he did.
Cassius likes spaces the way they are. When something changes, he wants to know. I grabbed him close and told him to shut up. He was bigger by seventy pounds than just about every dog in that waiting room. When the attendant opened the door and called his name and I got up, Cassius rose, took two steps in the direction of the door and froze.
He looked up at me, "I'm not going in there." I tried pulling, but that was not going to happen. Worse, he could pull off his leash and then God knows what havoc would break loose with a roomful of muppets. Everyone in the room laughed at the big dog too scared to go into the doctor's office. I had to lift up his 90 lbs and carry him to the door.
He knew where he was going, and once I put him down he more or less obediently followed to the exam room. Chesapeakes are not for everyone but they are for me.