The dog park sometimes reflects my life. When everything is going well-I am there daily making sure my dog gets his exercise and socialization. When I'm in a funk-and that is part of my problem-he stays at home. I don't know how muchhe equates with my life and the quality of his life-when he realizes that his life will be limited in consisitency and stucture when I stay in bedall day-or just take them out as little as possible.
It's amazing though-I stay in bed-he stays with me-it's almost as if he knows I need him to understand and go through this with me...and not get destructive with biting and chewing stuff up-that usually happens when the house is in tourmoil.