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slid down. After a few “human growls,” I’d finally wrestled the thing open and had it positioned on the back of the Jeep. I ran inside the house for the clicker, treats, and dogs.

Chelsea took one look at the ramp, then gave me a look like “yeah, right.” But her stomach soon got the best of her, and she slowly climbed into the back of the Jeep. She ate her treat and looked around with an apprehensive but rather impressed look on her face. It took a little longer for me to convince her that the ramp was also good for getting out of the Jeep, but she finally hobbled down into the yard (where she promptly demanded to be put back in the house).

Oddly enough, Dingo, who has had more “official” agility training, took one look at the ramp and ran away.

The next day, I was due to go to my uncle’s new house. I had given him my old computer, and he needed me to set it up for him. After some thought, I decided that Chelsea deserved a road trip. Besides, we could test out the ramp some more. The whole reason I bought the thing was to take Chelsea on more car rides, for crying out loud.

So I battled the steel rods and propped the ramp onto the back of the Jeep. Chelsea gave me a pouting look but slowly climbed up into the cargo area of the Cherokee. I told her to hop into the back seat, where she normally rides, but for some reason, she flat out refused. I tried again, but she didn’t budge. In fact, she looked at me almost in panic that I would force her to climb into the back seat.

“Oh, well,” I thought, “perhaps that sore leg is really acting up today. I shouldn’t push her.”

But that left me stuck with this huge ramp. It wouldn’t fit in the cargo area with Chelsea, too. In the end, I had to put it in the backseat, where it constantly banged into the back of my seat as I was driving.

When we reached our destination, I tried to pull the ramp out, but it had gotten stuck on something. As I fought to free it, Chelsea watched from the cargo area with something that looked a lot like amusement. Finally, it jerked free. I lugged it to the back of the

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