You sink your teeth into your leash.

You have to pee and poop SO bad and so you do the only thing that seems reasonable. You grab that leash. You just grab it and pull on it. You gotta go!

The human on the other end of the leash is not giving you treats.

You pull the leash harder. This is important. This is SO important.

"I know you have to pee, Maple," says the human, unyielding.

Maybe chewing on your leash isn't going to help? Hard to believe, but something to consider.