Gretchen Rubin wrote in The Happiness Project about the year she spent “test-driving the wisdom of the ages, the current scientific studies, and the lessons from popular culture about how to be happy.” The Puppiness Project is my attempt to learn the same from Honey, my Golden Retriever.
Honey Does Her Happy Dance
It’s hard not to feel loved by a Golden Retriever.
Any stranger who comes to the door—and not just the ones delivering food—witnesses the Golden Retriever Happy Dance.
It’s just a jump to the left Oops, wrong dance.
It starts with two front paws dancing in place. That leads to a half turn which puts Honey in full body contact with her
victim dance partner while her tail whips furiously. At times, the tail creates lift and all four paws appear to levitate.
Honey knows she must keep “four on the floor” during a greeting. But sometimes her sense of mischief and sheer joy get the better of her.
No one ever suffered from feeling “too loved.” But Honey gives it her best shot.
I’m Doing a Happy Dance Inside, Where It Counts
My husband recently said of a friend who was moving out of the area, “He’s always so enthusiastic. I really feel like he’s happy to see me.”
Unfortunately, my husband has surrounded himself with people who run emotionally cool—his wife included.
It’s not that we don’t have our enthusiasms. But our reactions run cool, not hot. We’re more like the lazy old dog on the porch who flaps his tail once against the wooden floor than the dancing dog with golden hair flying everywhere.
In the case of we humans, I wonder if not showing our excitement is a way of holding back. Or a fear that our exuberance won’t be returned or appreciated. Giving with your whole heart is risky.
Put On Your Tap Shoes
I do have my enthusiasms. Probably my biggest one—even greater than my love of puppies—is my husband, Mike.
I don’t have to force myself to think of all the ways he’s special. It comes to me many times throughout the day.
As I sit here typing on my lovely front porch, I think of how hard he worked to give me wireless internet anywhere in the house, despite not having a tech background. Mike is always doing thoughtful things for me, like setting up the Doggy Ride cart this morning so I could bring heavy things home from the office. And, in nearly 30 years of knowing him, I have never seen him eying another woman.
He makes me feel like I’m the center of his world. And that’s a lovely place to be.
If anyone deserve a Happy Dance, it’s my husband.
A friend recently got the call at work that no one ever wants to get. Her husband had been killed instantly in a household accident. I know she feels the loss every day of not being able to tell him one more time how much she loves him.
I don’t ever want to regret not showing more Golden love. And if Honey can show her enthusiasm for a stranger who just might give her petties, I can do an occasional Happy Dance for my best friend.
Who or what causes you to do a Happy Dance? And do you do it on the inside? Or do you let it all come out?
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