|Nigel, flat on the floor, making his pitiful "I'm not getting in the car" face.|
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.