Poor Grr

Poor Grr... doesn't have any friends. No yard to play in. No other dogs to romp around with. The most fun he gets is when he runs around the apt teasing Josh, who sometimes thinks it's fun and sometimes doesn't. The only time he really gets to stretch his legs is when we take him outside on a potty walk. Needless to say he is an absolute spazoid any time we even mention the word "walk". And being Nathan is the one that usually walks him, if Nathan even moves, Grr thinks it's walk time and starts getting all hyped up. We're so ready to have a yard for him to play in it's not even funny. Really. It's not funny. Way past funny. Want a yard bad! Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Josh didn't insist on going and "helping" every time. He needs a yard to play in too. The major production it is to just get out the door is exhausting. We really look forward to having a fenced yard that we can just open the door and let him out. No big commotion. And no following him around with a poop bag. (I don't so much like that part either). So I know this started out as "poor Grr" but there's definitely a "poor us" in there too.
This picture doesn't exactly help the "poor us" perspective but it's too cute to not show.