Daisy had been jumping into the back of the truck since we bought it. Daisy had jumped up onto everything from benches to beds to boulders when we went on hikes which had convinced us that she was part mountain goat. Daisy was still firmly convinced that she should be able to jump anywhere she wanted including couches and the back of the Pathfinder. He aged body simply didn’t agree.
We gently put her back on the ground, and thinking we were clever, put a trail of cookies on the ramp. Surely Daisy would follow the trail of treats, what with her being a dog and all. She ignored the cookies and walked back over to the tailgate where she tried to climb in again. We gently lifted her front paws back to the ground once more. She snorted her displeasure at not being obeyed. Where did she learn that bit of snark, we wondered?
Lauren, having been a psychology major in college, decided that Daisy needed a different method of instruction. We led Daisy back to the base of the ramp, and while she watched, Lauren crawled up the ramp on her hands and knees. The kids especially enjoyed this. I however found no enjoyment at all in watching my wife crawl on her hands and knees up the ramp. It wasn’t humorous at all and I stand by my recorded statement to that effect.
While Lauren crawled up the ramp, Daisy watched with bored indifference. When Lauren got to the top of the ramp and entered the truck, Daisy got up, walked around the ramp and crawled up with her front paws again. Now she was face to face with Lauren, who was on all fours in the back of the truck. We all giggled while Daisy wagged. This clearly wasn’t working.
We tried in vain for almost an hour. The best we could achieve was two paws. I couldn’t be sure, but I got the impression the Duchess considered the entire affair to be beneath her and after she managed to convey this to us, the $100 ramp was relegated to the garage. Daisy was no doubt convinced that we had all lost our minds. Why would we bring her to the back of the truck, open the door and beg her to come in, only to throw cookies around, climb in and out of the truck like idiots, close all the doors and go back inside? Daisy snorted once more to make sure we understood her displeasure, then walked back inside for a drink of bottled water.
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