Get a load of this…
Tobie decided right away that he absolutely hated the Jeep. He didn’t even want to walk past the right side when we went out for a pee, for fear that at any moment I might betray his tiny trust and force him inside. It got so bad by Saturday that I just decided we were going to spend several days without the Jeep being any sort of factor. Yesterday morning I loaded him in – and by ‘load him in’ I mean pick up his limply protesting body and shove him in – and put up with his “why are you killing me in this horrible way” routine all the way to Neighbor L’s house and back. I took that picture during the morning trip.
We went through the whole thing again yesterday afternoon, and when we were getting back into the Jeep for the ride home he protested as always and then … jumped right in without prompting.
So maybe he is beginning to get the idea that Jeep rides aren’t so bad? Or maybe he was just sick of being picked up and carried. Time will tell. I think that in time he’ll decide that Jeep rides are the bee’s knees. All dogs seem to – but it took Laddie most of a year.