Bobby is afraid of most things. I’ve trained him out of claustrophobia; he wouldn’t go into a crate, the doghouse (which is larger than some children’s playhouses) and our house.
I trained him to ‘load up’ in the back of the 4×4, my car’s hatch and finally the backseat.
That’s ‘can’t we just sit here and pretend’ face.
Last week, he figured out that sticking his head out the window is remarkable. It pacifies him between crying spells. See? He can be my copilot in another year or so!