This was a super duper happy pill. All that was required for happiness was to squeeze the capsule, and it would immediately break out into loud and annoying laughter. It worked perfectly, because when I brought it home it seemed to make both of my boys laugh, too. They kept pressing it over, and over, and over....
What a happy crew we were... for at least 5 minutes.
Well that was the beginning of a very anxious dog. Anywhere he went, the happy pill went. If the dogs came near, he would emit a low, throaty growl, and retreat to a back room and sit there with his happy pill. You could see the indecision in his eyes when we would offer him a dog treat. He would glance back and forth to make sure no other dogs were approaching before he would gingerly lay the pill on the floor, take the treat, and sit over the toy until he could then put it back in his mouth. Oh, and my how concerned he would get when it would spontaneously break out into laughter. He would rush it back to his bed and lick it until it stopped making noise.
Dixie is getting pretty advanced in the age department. The vet tells us she is about 14 now. She arrived on our doorstep about 7 years ago, and she can be cute and cuddly. Be careful not to allow her feeble appearance to fool you, because she is a rampant kleptomaniac. She is a sneaky, stalking, lay and wait until you get distracted kind of thief. Missing a glove? Guess who got it?
And she loves stealing dog toys the most, even when she has her own. Now other dogs might hide all these stolen goods in a special place, but not Dixie. After stalking and waiting patiently just outside of the victim's peripheral vision, she dashes in, grabs the goods, and runs like a bandit. She then proceeds to frantically tear it into little bits. It's just her way.
Maybe now you can imagine Lucky's paranoia with his new "Baby." And maybe you can imagine my panic when I heard loud annoying laughter coming from the dining room where Dixie sleeps. And maybe you can imagine the helpless feeling I had after rushing in and finding Dixie tearing a leg off of the happy pill.... Oh no....
When he came in, and discovered the destruction, he looked at all of us with those sad eyes, sniffed it again, and walked away. It was finished.
I even went to the store, hoping to replace his bundle of joy, but unfortunately they were all out of the happy pills.