Pixie got into the new car and started displaying all kinds of distress. Hewould whimper, and come crawl onto me. Or sit. Deep in the feet area of the passenger seat. Then a few times in a row he crawled onto my shoulder and rode contentedly like that.
Ooooh no, that is unsafe, bu then I realized he felt content when he could see out the window.
Enter the booster seat. Wonderful wonderful. He now sits happily in his seat and looks all around. He didn’t even complain to be leashed. Quite the opposite in fact.