Happiness. It's relative.

Hello. I am Swirl.
The people complain about gas, which I have sometimes when I am sleeping. I don’t apologize for this. Or anything else.
Tonight we went to a house with another dog. That made three of us. A young girl dog that was pretty cute but I don’t care anymore since, you know. And Punchy, who ran around like a hamster.
The people put us outside so I ate their soccer ball.

Nobody got mad because, well, I am Swirl.
I think Swirl just set the air free from the ball!
Love it. And, Swirl, too. A dog with a regal stance. (I used to work in a veterinary clinic)