One day I thought I might have some fun with little Furbie. There was a playground slide nearby so I carried him to the top, not exactly his idea of fun as he was holding on to me for dear life. I set him on the slide, gave him a push, and down he went, spinning round and round with claws scraping on anything he could find. He avoided going anywhere near that slide that day.
Next day, let him out for a walk. He spotted the slide, ran over, up the steps, and down he went, smooth as could be. At the bottom, he looked at me as if to say, "showed ya" and then he ran around, up the slide and did it again.
