The wheelchair issues are improving. I’m much better at getting Jake into it anyways. Some days he will move around in it (still in an attempt to outrun it) and some days his (front) feet are firmly planted and he absolutely refuses to move. He won’t even look at me and if he does, that singular eye could burn a hole into my soul.
Net, net: he’s still getting used to is. It’s OK, we got nothing but time.
Exceeeeeeept for one small, teeny, tiny setback. The other day, while he was in the cart in the backyard, on a session when he was actually moving a bit. He rolled down the hill. It was less rolling down and more rolling over. I yelled in slow motion, ‘what’s happening?!’ and I have never seen his eyes get so big (I mean can you imagine them bigger)?! I ran over and got him upright. He stood there and if looks could kill, you’d be reading my obituary, not this post. Suffice it to say I tried to get him to move again (getting back on the proverbial horse) but he was done.
I obviously have no video of that, but here is some video of him standing still. I put treats all around him to encourage movement. Nothing. He is so flippen STUBBORN! So now we go out back, in the cart, on-leash. He is much more willing to move with what I’m assuming he considers to be, his safety tether.