Puppy Tales, Part 29

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My wife and I might live forever.

OK. No. We won’t. Not really. The thought occurs to me that if laughter is what they say it is — that it helps with emotional, psychological, even physical health — then we’re likely in store for many more years on this good Earth.

Why? It’s Toby the Puppy.

He joined our family on Labor Day Weekend 2014. You’ve read the abridged story of how that event occurred already on this blog. In case you haven’t, here it is once more:

https://highplainsblogger.com/2014/09/puppy-tales-part-3/

My point, though, is simply this: We’ve been in stitches every single day since he came into our lives.

Toby makes my wife andĀ me laugh damn near every hour.

We take him for walks through the neighborhood almost daily. Every time we take his leash off the doorknob in our entry way, he spins in circles; he can’t wait to get going. When we set out, he pulls on the leash, ready for action and his rear end wiggles and waggles as he tries to get to somewhere straight ahead in the briefest amount of time possible.

He goes straight to a bed we have positioned in our dining room. That’s his place while my wife and I have our meals. He looks at us just waiting for something from the dinner table. We don’t give him table food, but we do allow him to clean our plates. He cannot wait for us to finish eating.

Toby likes to play “fetch” with any number of toys we have scattered around the house. We toss the toy. He grabs it, shakes it viciously and then brings it to us. Often, it’s too far for us to reach. “Bring it here, Puppy,” we tell him. He nudges it closer, and closer, and closer. Then he paws one of our feet to let us know, “OK, it’s close enough. Now … will you throw it again — please?”

He cracks us up. We howl. We laugh at times until it hurts. I’ve given you just a small sampling of the things Toby does that brings smilesĀ to our faces and joy to our hearts.

http://www.helpguide.org/articles/emotional-health/laughter-is-the-best-medicine.htm

Laughter can cure a lot of ills. That’s what we are told. Doctors have said as much. Other pet parents have as well.

Man, I believe ’em.