While it’s true I often wallow in a pit of despair rivaled only by that underground torture chamber occupied by the consumptive albino in The Princess Bride, I think it’s possible that this week, I may have outdone myself.
I actually depressed the dog.
Jasper is perhaps the happiest being on earth. We joke that if Dementors (those creepy dead things from Harry Potter that destroy all your joy and suck out your soul) ever encountered Jasper, they’d just keep sucking and sucking because they’d never be able to absorb all of his “happy.”
But the last couple of days, Jasper was positively sullen. I practically had to drag him out of bed in the morning. He laid in the back seat of the car while I went into Target and didn’t even bother to look up when I clicked the doors open. And when the lady at the drive thru gave him a dog biscuit, I could almost hear him say, “Meh.”
I’ve had several theories about his shift from bowl half full to bowl half empty.
- He’s been living with us for more than a year, and like our children, we’ve managed to take an energetic, go-getting morning lover and mold him into a sluggish, cranky night owl.
- He suffers from seasonal affective disorder and our one overcast day threw him into a deep depression. He is half Finnish* — I hear the Finns are pretty dark people.
- All the energy from his body was going toward digesting the chicken carcass he’d swiped from the garbage can. My husband came downstairs in the morning to find trash everywhere and thought raccoons had gotten in. Unfortunately for Jasper, he left behind some fur. Clearly he needs to watch more CSI.
I want to believe it’s all about the chicken. I’d hate to think that my karmic footprint is so strong that it could actually stomp down the world’s happiest dog. Especially when on most days, he’s the one that fills me up with so much joy.
And I haven’t even tried to suck out his soul.
*Jasper is half yellow Lab and half Finnish Lapphund. We’re partial to mixed breeds in our house.