I bought Sugarbutt a new wheelchair, because all the wheels on his old one suddenly crumbled and fell apart. The only thing we can think is maybe something spilled or leaked in the garage and evaporated before we noticed it.
He hates when I make him use his wheelchair, so while I push him around in it he pretends like I'm his neglectful hired help. Whenever anyone does anything to help us, he thanks them profusely and then points at me and says, "this one here won't do anything for me".