He's got more battery than the day does
Walked. Fed. Already back for more.
Then summer hits. Too hot to walk him — and the one thing that burned his energy is gone for months.
A high-energy dog with nowhere to put it doesn't get calm. He gets restless, wound-up, destructive.
You watch him pant in the yard and think: I should be doing more.
Not the zoomies. The guilt.
