Happiness Overload!

Mom and Dad go out and leave me home, sometimes.  Izz okay.  They come back with stuff and some of that stuff is for me!   And I get to play with my special toy, too!  It has treats in it and I have to get them out! 

They were gone for a long time the other day.  A long, long time.  Then I heard the car.  Oh boy!  They're home!  And then Mom walked in the door.  Oh boy!  Oh boy!  She's home, she's home, she's home!  My happy meter is going full speed!  I'm going to run into the bedroom for a tummy rub!  Up on the bed and YELP!!!!  Ow.  Uh-oh.  I hurt my leg.  Now Mom is worried.  She's checking my paw and leg and everything.   I hurts to walk a little.  I can't put my foot down all the way. 

So she took me just for a short walk, then she gave me something with peanut butter.  I like peanut butter.  She told me to lie down and I did.  Guess what?  The next morning I was all better!  I guess I better be careful when I get really happy!  Snorfle.

We had to get our plants for the coming season and wound up going to two different nurseries.  They were crowded and it took a long time.  Harry went wild when I walked in the house.  I had never seen him get so excited.  He was leaping and prancing about like a small gazelle.  Then he went tearing down the hall to the bedroom.  I knew what that meant - he wanted his tummy rubbed.  I followed as quickly as I could, but just as I entered the room he landed on the bed and let out a loud yelp.  Very loud.  Oh, geez, did he strain, sprain or break something?  He just looked up at me with his big, brown eyes looking sad.  I gently handled the leg and pressed here and there - he didn't yelp again and I could move and touch him.  But when he tried to walk he limped.  So, he must have strained a muscle.  Alright, just a short evening walk for him to do his business.  One baby aspirin wrapped in peanut butter and rest. 

Happily, he was totally fine in the morning.  Those happiness overloads can be hazardous.