The other day, Coco got it in her head that she was going for a ride and nothing could change it. I tried everything I could think of to coax her out of the car, but nothing worked. I even had enough time to go inside (with all of the car doors wide open), grab my camera, and get back to the car without Coco even flinching. Once she decided she belonged in the car, that was the end of the conversation...until I found a tennis ball in the back seat. That's all it took and she shot across the yard after it. Thank goodness for those little green balls of heaven or she'd probably still be in there...
