Florence and the car
Florence and the car don’t get on together too well.
When we were due to take the dogs to kennels the night before the CT scan in Milan, I put her supper in the back of the car to lure her in but all she did was jump in and out like she was on a spring.
In the end Clive held her steady on a lead over his shoulder from where he was sitting in the front passenger seat while I booted her onto the rear seat before tying her with another lead to the dog guard behind.
It was a long-drawn-out episode which I’m anxious to avoid.
Therefore I’m starting a regime of giving her all her meals in the rear of the car so as to make it a comfortable space for her. I’ll gradually get closer so she’s OK eating with me near enough to shut her in. Then I’ll shut her in for a brief time, then longer, and so on.
At least that’s the plan.