I was hoping a trial would maybe help my mom to see the little changes that make him more of a normal dog and maybe she'd see the need to continue forth with some sort of plan for him. Maybe I'm just seeing too much of myself in the dog though. Even when he's waggin his tail and chasing a ball around and everybody else would see a happy carefree dog, I see an unhappy dog who is just occupying some time at the moment. I spend the most time with him though and I feel like I almost know him inside and out, except for this one tip of the iceberg. I guess though, she's never going to go for even trying something if she sees nothing wrong. Its not going to hurt him if he stays the way he is now and never does get more aggressive, but its certainly no quality of life in my eyes if nobody tries. He eats, he sleeps, he plays, he goes for walks, he gets into the garbage -just like any other dog, but at the end of the day he still looks like he's ready to walk off into a mist and never return.

I think he's bringing me down, I was at a high point lately. Depressed people should not have depressed dogs.