The Art of Happiness (The Dog's Eye View)

Can life possibly get any better?

Studies show that the Danish are the happiest people.  I've met a couple of Great Danes in my life, but they never seemed happier than any other dog.  


Happiness, like sadness, like a full stomach and a game of fetch, is an ephemeral state.  It's like the weather, I believe:  wait five minutes and something is bound to change.


I watch her struggle for constancy even while she knows how fluid everything is.  If she would pay a little more attention to ME, maybe she'd notice I'm a good model for adapting to the flow.  One can find happiness in just about anything, like discovering cookie crumbs in the bottom of a jacket pocket.  The gift of something sweet comes most often when completely unexpected.  


A sunny day, some attention, a few tosses of the ball and I'm a happy guy.  And, as far as I know, I have not got a Danish gene in me.  So there you go.