|the mother was practically dragging them up the hill.
My kids love to be dragged.
I hate it. I beg them to walk (even hand holding with no leash in sight). I tell them I'm walking, if they don't walk, too bad. They will just stay there.
They use the opportunity to run in the opposite direction, to the street.
Or, if I tell them, we're going now, and hold on, they let themselves be dragged.
You'd be amazed what is going through other people's kids heads. Really.
I try not to drag my daughter when she's on the leash. It's hard when she starts giggling and pulling away (like she does with my hand, but I feel a five-point harness is better to drag her with than letting all that weight hang on her wrist and shoulder).
Every time we start out holding hands. And she knows if she lets go and runs, she will get the leash. Sometimes she asks for it right away. Sometimes she ends up in it (she never objects, she puts it on like clothes). Amazingly, though, she still ends up wanting to be dragged from time to time. (ETA- it sounds like "wanting to be dragged" means "not coming". But even my older child will ask, "drag me!" I don't know what is wrong with my family. They just think it's funny. I'd like to refuse, but I suppose that as with many things, we end up with these problems because we face a lot of external constraints. When the baby "wants to be dragged," what she does is, put on the leash and walk away then lean against the weight. If I walk with her, she will try to outrun me and then lean against it. She likes the pull. As soon as she hits that pull, she starts smiling. Yes, my kids are insane.)
And frankly, whatever floats her little boat is fine with me!