When we moved out to Boston a year ago, we inadvertently left Jack tie-out lead in Pittsburgh (oops) so all we had was a retractable leash and his buckle collar. When we got to a friends house that night, DH, the friend, and I needed to get a few things out of the truck that we would be leaving at the friends house.
"Just use the leash to tie him out" DH says
"I really don't think that is a good idea" I said, with visions of retractable tragedies dancing in my head.
"It is only going to be 15 minutes, he'll be fine" He and the friend convince me. They take the leash, wrap it around the stair rail, and we head over to the truck.
5 minutes later, Jack comes bounding across the driveway, severed leash trailing. I was lucky that he wanted me, so he came right to me. I picked him up and glared at DH.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea."
Hey, at least it got me out of moving all of DH's heavy equipment.