That dragon gets to a safe place where it's not fucking with anybody or hurts anybody else in the process and I'll help escort the damn thing.
But anybody turns it into something cute and fluffy and they're gonna have to go through me. Turn it's fire into a squeak? Turn it's roar into a peep? We're willing to put it down out of practicality, out of respect, not cause we hate the damned things. I like dragons, but I like people being alive and having food to last through the winter. It's no easy feat to kill one, and it's savage. Controlling that isn't something anybody should have the power or mind to do.