Similar faces at the dog park!

Trailer Timez

Chompsky likes to wrestle, but he’s not what I’d call “particularly good at it”.

Chompsky in the park / Chompsky on your dash

This looks like a static shot, but it is actually a DOG ACTION SHOT taken in the trailer on our way back from Cherry Beach.  Chomps was great in the trailer all the way there and all the way back: success!  You can see how soggy he is from the lake.  And I think he’s realized a ride in the trailer means a ride to the dog park, because we was getting in without any hesitation!

You can see the leash in his trailer, which doesn’t give him enough of a lead to get out, but does give him enough to turn around.  That was the secret to getting him cool with his trailer: instead of trying to get him comfortable like he was in a crate (high value treats, etc), I just made it so it was less like a crate (open all the doors, let him stick his head out).  He spent all of the ride with his head out the front of his trailer, and NO LIE:

  • one little girl said “AWWW!” so loudly she was almost shouting it.
  • then another little girl did the same
  • then when I biked by a family the mother said “Annie!  Annie!  Annie!  Annie!” to make sure that Annie saw Chompsky in the trailer, and then Annie did precisely what the other two girls did.

CHOMPSKY: popular among all ages of ladies??

Rooftop dog

Chompsky gives his opinion of the bath he just took.

Snoozing in the sunbeam

Dog trailer

Last summer I bought a dog trailer with the idea of getting Chompsky used to it, so we could bike to fun dog parks instead of driving!  But then I started jogging and we ran there instead.  Today I picked up where we left off with the trailer, and Chompsky was still happy to get inside it!  Last year he got stressed after a few minutes of riding: I think it reminded him too much of his crate, but, you know, less stable.  I tried to balance that with high-value treats, but it was clearly going to take some work.

This year, I took another approach: make the trailer less crate-like!  I unzipped all the openings (so he could stick his head out the front, tail out the back, and head out the top if he wanted) and he was WAY more down with it!  I tied a short leash to the inside so he couldn’t hop out.  We biked most of the way to the park north of here (about a five minute bike ride) and he didn’t cry, but he did hop out once: we weren’t going fast (obviously) and I think he was as startled as I was.  We walked the rest of the way.  Also, I shortened his trailer leash because I don’t want him hopping out.

On the way home he got into the trailer happily and rode all the way home without complaint!  His head was sticking out the front, enjoying the breeze.  He got treats at red lights and also praise from passers-by who said he was the cutest dog.  At the end he was even sitting inside the crate instead of standing, which shows he was more comfortable!

Anyway: TRAILER SUCCESS.  No pictures because it was just me and I couldn’t bike and photograph at the same time, but I’ll tell you a secret: an adorable picture of us exists in your imagination.

Chompsky and my nephew Davis, chilling out