On a sock-damp, soggy grey day in December, I somehow found myself riding on the South Lake Union line of the Seattle Streetcar, and thinking about what makes dogs happy.
Actually I was thinking about getting a burger from Skillet 2, but I’m not going to go on and on about my lunch here; that’s what Twitter is for.
The locals call it the South Lake Union Trolley.
That’s not really its name but they call it that so they can make “I’m riding the S.L.U.T.” jokes and laugh and laugh.
Just kidding – people in Seattle don’t laugh. There are actually several King County bylaws prohibiting it.
So I’m riding the S.L.U.S. hard toward downtown Seattle, deciding what amazing new food I should have for lunch (but not smile about – smiling, while not expressly prohibited in Seattle, is also discouraged), and wondering about human and canine happiness.
Humans are generally very stupid when it comes to their own happiness. The things that make us happy and the things we think will make us happy are usually completely different.
For example, lottery winners, Porsche 911 Turbo owners and husbands of Swedish lingerie models do not tend to have a higher level of happiness than the rest of us ordinary folk.
NOTE: In the interest of science I would be willing to personally research the validity of those three claims first-hand.
Dogs, on the other hand, are pretty straightforward in terms of what makes them happy.
I think I can learn a lot about happiness from Rosie.
But more importantly, in the meantime, I can scratch her behind the ears, thump her on the back, tell her nice doggie things in a nice doggie voice and make a dark, damp day a whole lot better for the both of us.
And we’re both pretty happy about that.