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I adopted Joey from a shelter. He was terrified of cars and when I drove him home from the shelter, he tried to crawl up the back of my neck. So I made a plan: I parked the car in a fence-enclosed place and left both back doors open. I sat in the back seat with a carton of yogurt. I placed a bowl beside me and invited him to jump in. He wouldn’t do it. But he really, really wanted the yogurt. He ran around to the other side of the car as if maybe the treat would be easier to get to. No luck. He came back and after several minutes, he finally jumped in and scarfed up the yogurt and immediately jumped back out. I thought, OK, that’s good, I will let you think about this overnight and we’ll do the same thing tomorrow. Next day, he spent far fewer minutes looking longingly at the bowl and also stayed in the back seat a little bit longer. Third day, he jumped in as soon as I opened the car door. From then on I took it slow, turned the ignition, sat for a little while, then turned it off. Next day, I backed up a little and then moved forward a little, back doors still open so he could jump out if it got to be too much. It wasn’t. Now he gets in and rides happily. Choice is good.