At whatever point we decide to move, I anticipate having to get him a doggy psychologist to deal with bathroom separation anxiety.
He feels safe in that spot. I've been working for a year and a half to make him comfortable and excited to do things outside of the bathroom with only occasional success. But, I won't stop trying. He's kind of like having an autistic child. He is in his own zone. He gets lots of love and hugs and I make him as comfortable living here as I can.
He likes it in there. Who am I to judge?
|Lucky and the bathroom go together like peanut butter and jelly|