On being walked by a golden retriever

Charioteers once felt a force like Goldens on a stroll. Wheels lost in the race, even Ben Hur was dragged skidheeled through Roman streets. And Sergeant Preston, long lost Royal Mountie, flashed past arctic wastes while mushing Huskies. That's how it is walking Retrievers. Bravely surpassing other acts, we're swept breathless, by powerdog.