Jane: I just couldn’t get that pesky dog to jump into the backseat of my Jetta.
Boomer, my 80-pound black Lab, is unabashedly the light of my middle-aged, empty-nester life. And as a proud “mama,” I hate to admit he has some quirks. But he does. For instance, when it came to jumping into my car, I just couldn’t convince this strong, obstinate creature he was physically able to do it.
Boomer’s lack of doggy courage began bothering me. My husband, Rich, and I would see other pet owners at the dog park open their car doors only to have their furry ones—even tiny breeds—launch themselves in, eager for the ride home. Not so with Boomer.
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