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| Nigel, flat on the floor, making his pitiful "I'm not getting in the car" face. |
I am totally baffled. Until four or five months ago one of Nigel's absolutely favorite things to do was to ride in the car. Short rides, longs rides; to the shelter, to Max's baseball practice -- it didn't matter the destination, the treat was the ride. And then, suddenly, Nigel refused to get in the car. His apparent car-terror is so severe that if he even thinks that he is being lured to the car he will go flat to the floor. And, if he makes it out the front door and then realizes that there could be a possible road trip, he glues his bottom to the porch and won't budge until he can successfully turn around and skedaddle back into the house.
I have absolutely NO idea why the dramatic change. I've tried luring Nigel to the car with peanut butter, cheddar cheese, pasta, and bully sticks. He hungrily eyes the the treat, but won't take the bait. I can say the magic words, "Let's go," and these days he drops to the floor.
There is a chill in the air on my morning drive the League. It's perfect Nigel travelling weather. Nigel, however, has become a recluse and watches me leave from his pitiful belly-to-the-floor pose.
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