He's still his goofy self
Walking him in the city was awful — any dog across the street and he'd lunge, pull and bark non-stop. About three weeks in we passed a Golden Retriever on the sidewalk. I tightened the leash expecting the usual freakout and he just glanced over and kept walking. I almost cried right there on the pavement. He isn't sedated or groggy, he's still his goofy self — the desperate panic is just gone.
































