Gone are my dreams of coming home to my dog, saying 'let's go for a walk,' and watching him get all excited at the thought of going outside and exploring. Nope. I don't even have to say the word 'walk.' When he sees me getting my tennis shoes out he runs under the bed, just out of my reach, and hunkers down. Take him to the dog park and he runs nonstop for an hour. Drive up to Mount Charleston and I have to coax him back to the car. But pull out that leash and it's over.
4 years ago
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