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.
My parents had a party while we were visiting and as part of that one of the guests put a bowl of buns with a bowl of butter (resting on top of the buns) on the ground. Chompsky walked up, grabbed the butter, and then left with his prize. He wouldn’t drop it but instead chewed it all up and swallowed it. Up to that point he was being really good at the party, and I can’t really blame him for eating butter someone put on the ground.
Anyway he didn’t throw up or have bad poop or anything, so apparently it agreed with him, and I look forward to his shinier-than-normal coat in the coming weeks.