Dogs are obsessed with being happy.
Growing up, I was always prancing around and singing... and I just never really stopped.
He actually caught himself saying things like "Yippee," as he pranced ridiculously round the house.
I played like a child!
I've sung in the shower for years.
Be like the bluebird who never is blue, For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do
By his provocations to good-natured merriment, a humorist of the first water contributes as much to the sum of happiness as the gravest philosopher.
I was always singing around the house, even when I was two years old.
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I'm very happy.
How necessary it is to cultivate a spirit of joy. It is a psychological truth that the physical acts of reverence and devotion make one feel devout. The courteous gesture increases one's respect for others. To act lovingly is to begin to feel loving, and certainly to act joyfully brings joy to others which in turn makes one feel joyful. I believe we are called to the duty of delight.
