I suggested early on that TB might be unhappy about coming home by the end of our stay here, because once upon a halcyon time he had a fenced yard in which he could safely cavort to his stunted little heart’s content.
Hah! I neglected to consider that the yard was in Wyoming.
This may be my fault – like all things – because I think he hurt his paws on the asphalt and gravel our first full day here. The leashed walkies taking in the neighborhood may not have been the best possible idea.