Dex, as I've previously written, is a complete sissy. She's not the least bit afraid of me, however. If I scold her, she wags her tail and does a little riverdance. No, she's a sissy about unfamiliar things and places. A serious sissy.
The only time she ever got spanked in her brief little life was when she leapt out of the back of the Jeep, without permission, into a busy street. It was six months before she wasn't psychotic about loading or unloading into the Jeep. I would have to pick her up, and she would piddle. Finally, in the last month, she started leaping in and out on command. Finally.
Last week, I told her to load up and opened the back of the Jeep. She complied, leaping through the tailgate and face-planting into the wall of stacked firewood I'd forgotten I'd picked up the day before.