I never thought dogs could get depressed, or really have emotions, until I started noticing Toby’s actions when it was time to leave Lake George.

Now I’m a believer.

It started one day while I was packing the car last summer. I couldn’t find Toby. I was calling him, searching all over for him. He was no where to be found.

Then, I see the blankets on my bed moving.

“Toby?”

The brown, white and black covers, — the same colors as my dog – moved a little more.

“Tob? Little boy? Are you under there?” I asked in a little kid voice.

His little head sheepishly popped out.

“You wanna stay, and not go back to Jersey?” I asked.

Toby snuggled in tighter to me and bumped my hand. I was so heartbroken we had to leave.

“Awww! My poor baby boy!”

And, I proceeded to put my head down next to him on the bed.

Last weekend, while I was gathering everything he sat in his blue blanket on the loveseat with his head perched on the arm just watching me.