The last time we went into woods at the South Park trail, was the second time that Sparky was noticed by yellow jackets.  Both times, a yellow jacket landed on his back, Sparky got frantic, I noticed his distress and slapped the yellow jacket off.

I don’t think that he was stung.  Both times, the yellow jacket was trying to figure out if there was a dog underneath all of the seal fur. 

Sparky no longer wants to go in the woods, and he’s gotten worse.  Now, he’s reluctant to go for a walk up the hill.  I’m trying cognitive therapy on him.  Exposing him to the area, without going into the woods.  Or entering the woods somewhere else.