it’s Sunday. it’s drizzling. I am not quite awake.

The dog is sleeping in his crate. I never asked or even moderately hinted for him to go to his crate. I can tell he wants to be alone. He lays there curled up in a little ball in the back of the crate.

I told him not to let himself be alone for too long because then it becomes a habit–and it’s difficult to break that habit. I can tell he wants to tell me “no wonder you are home all of the time. it’s not good for you. you need to get out more.” I tell him that I DO go out a lot and ask ‘haven’t you noticed all of the times I take you for a walk? Don’t those count as going out?”

I’m certain his response is “I appreciate the walks, but walking me is not exactly stepping out of your comfort zone.”

And then I think, he has spent the past 2 hours curled up into a little ball in the back of a crate…. and he’s telling me to step out of MY comfort zone.

He’s such a hypocrite. A fucking hypocrite. I wonder if he even realizes that.