Happiness. It's relative.
Hello.

I am Swirl.
I am sick. It’s because a tick bit me. I don’t remember it biting me. Ticks are so little.
I have to take pills and I can’t go to the dog park.
So today I ate part of a book.
It was a book about how babies are made. From a long time ago, the lady said. She was kind of mad at me. Not really. Because I’m sick.

They are cartoon people in the book but it was still pretty eye-opening. And I lived in a big kennel so I’ve seen a lot. I might have been a dad. I don’t know. Things happen so fast when you’re a dog. Like the tick biting me.
I chewed the pages pretty good but I left the covers alone. The lady threw everything in the trash.
I see he has expanded his literary repertoire. Let’s hope he doesn’t go outside to the dog park when he is well and practice what he has learned.
Get well soon Swirl! I hope the taste of paper & cardboard was what you needed for a cheer-me-up, or a pick-me-up. Sending you an electronic pat.
Swirl, you must be feeling better. Good boy!