<human>: Can you condense the text into a few key points?

Today, my boyfriend and I split up. We dated for just under two years, and have been living together for about eight months. We adopted a dog together. We had discussed marriage, a house, the whole nine yards. However, our lives are going in two separate directions--I want to go into travel, and he wants me to stay--and we finally made the decision to break up before he went to work.

Now I was stuck in the apartment (I am off tonight) with our dog, and I couldn't stop crying. I love this guy. I would go from the bedroom to the living room to the bedroom, sometimes just collapsing in the hallway from the sheer heartbreak. Minnie, our dog, would follow me, and jump on me, and run to the door. I took her out, before continuing my shameless crying. She went back to jumping on me, nudging me, and she started to whine. 

She has never acted like this before. When I got up, she would get more excited and follow me before running to the door and whining. And then I realized she wanted me to go outside. She wasn't going to let me just sit there and wallow in self-pity. I probably would've started binge drinking, honestly, if she didn't keep bouncing on me and whining. 

I eventually took her out on what ended up being a five-mile walk and, lemme tell you, I feel so much better. It still hurts, this still sucks, random shit on the TV makes me cry a little, but I feel much more manageable. Just from a fucking walk that my dog made me take.

She has never, ever done anything like that before. And now she's napping contently on my kneecaps, per usual. Gosh, that's so amazing.
<bot>: Broke up with boyfriend. Was sad and crying and being a moping mess. Dog forced me to put on pants and go outside, and now I feel so much better. Go dogs.