One of the many benefits of owning a pet is the gift of laughter. I can remember many a night where our family sat around simply watching one of our pets and laughing hysterically at what was going on. Just last week, one of our boxers learned how to hide under her blanket. She would take a swipe with her paw at one of the other two dogs, hide under the blanket, and let the other two desperately try and get to her. They couldn’t! It was hilarious. (Yes, I guess you had to be there.) I know, I know sure doesn’t sound like a “hot time in the ole town tonight!” but the entire family was howling (pun intended). Now perhaps, if I was alone, it would not have been as much fun, but as a family we shared a phenomenal laugh. It is been scientifically proven, when we laugh together we become closer, happier, and more intimately connected to each other. When we laugh it triggers physical changes in the body as well; it strengthens your immune system, boosts your energy, diminishes your pain, and protects you from the damaging effects of stress. Living with our pets did all of that for us on just one given night; I pay for DirecTV and get a lot less!
Did you know laughter is good for your health?
- Laughter relaxes the whole body
A good, hearty laugh relieves physical tension and stress, leaving your muscles relaxed for up to 45 minutes after.
- Laughter boosts the immune system
Laughter decreases stress hormones and increases immune cells and infection-fighting antibodies, thus improving your resistance to disease.
- Laughter triggers the release of endorphins
The body’s natural feel-good chemicals, endorphins promote an overall sense of well-being and can even temporarily relieve pain.
- Laughter protects the heart
Laughter improves the function of blood vessels and increases blood flow, which can help protect you against a heart attack and other cardiovascular problems.
It’s time to have a little fun. One of the things I find funny is the perspectives held on different pets. I am really a dog person. My allergies to cats have probably biased my opinion of them, although I did grow up with a cat, Brutus, whom I loved dearly. I just couldn’t stay too close for too long or my face would swell like a casaba melon! The following are two of my favorite observations of the differences between dogs and cats. Please, if you are a cat person, don’t take offense and view them as they are intended to be, a little humorous interlude into your otherwise busy and stressful life. Maybe you have seen these; they still get me to chuckle every time. Maybe you haven’t; I wish you good health with a dose of laughter!
What is the difference between a dog and a cat?
A dog lives in your house and sees that you give it food and water and says to itself, “Wow, these beings give me food and water without my having to do anything. They must be gods!”
A cat lives in your house and sees that you give it food and water and says to itself, “Wow, these beings give me food and water without my having to do anything. I must be a god!”
The Dog’s Diary
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…