Bilbo of course, given that there was food on the line, had to show him how it's done:
I'm not entirely sure whether that helps with training him to PULL the cart, but at the very least we can assume that it's not going to make him nervous.
Anyway, Dogdad put Buster in the cart last night and although the transport solution wasn't entirely successful, they managed to make it over here.
After his twice-daily rehab, he has to have his leg iced for 15 minutes so, once all chores and rehab were completed for tonight, the three of us piled onto the bed for some Pride & Prejudice and frozen peas. After shifting away from the cold a couple of times, Buster eventually decided he might as well just give in and fall asleep.
I think Billy was just pushing his luck to see if he could get any of the veggies in that makeshift ice-pack!
Ironically enough, the only food Billy is truly well-behaved around is his own, which I think is simply a testament to the fact that his routine at meal times has been set in stone since day one. Consistency is always the key to training.
There's yummy raw chicken in that bowl - hm, no accounting for taste I suppose - so he can't quite bring himself to abandon his post. Instead, he's doing his very best contortionist impression so he can keep his eye on me for the signal to eat while I mess around with that silly picture machine...