When Timothy was actually in his bag, he could take in everything around him – watching everything as we passed by. He’d often turn his head as if directing me where we should be going. He loved that bag – possibly because he could see all kinds of new things from it, but I like to think he knew that he couldn’t walk far enough to see those things without the bag – so the alternative would be staying at home.
I don’t think he MINDED being alone for a bit, but given the choice, he’d always prefer to have everyone together, and the bag allowed that.
If he wanted to gt out (either because he was feeling up to some more walking, there was food around, or we’re almost home and he wanted to walk, sniff and mark the street home), he’d fidget with his front feed. He never tried to climb out, ever, but fidgeting with his front feed was his sign to me that if I put his bag down to the ground, he’d get out and walk.