*sigh*
He's.....traumatized.
See, we adopted him from my friend when said friend's mother died of leukemia and he had to move into a smaller place with his step dad. This way, my friend still gets to see him when he comes over here, you know? Better then him going to some random person.
But Goofy(the dog, if you couldn't guess) never really adjusted to life here. He just sits in this little bathroom all day. He'll come out if you call him, but after a while he'll always go running back to his corner. It's actually really sad. We do the best we can, but I get the sense that this is never going to be his home, not really.
Wow, that was kind of a downer. Sorry about that, guys.