I hate bimbos
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This. Empathy.
I really didn't read Stephy's OP as "all happy people," but rather a very limited scope, the few who, like Romy describes, have a complete disconnect with reality, the "everything is bubblegum and pink cotton candy Pegasus poop clouds." Also the assumption that she's probably speaking of someone she interacts with enough to be given some indication of what does -- or doesn't go on in their head.
I'm going to use Fran (the fainting goat Fran
) as an example -- of a wonderful "happy" person who has great empathy and a firm grasp that yes, crap happens and sometimes it rains down all over you and it's okay to react with some anger, frustration, sadness, etc., even a little wallowing for a bit, then acknowledges it, FACES it and then finds a way to work through it or even simply casts it aside. I wouldn't describe Fran as a happy person; I'd describe her as joyous, because hers comes from deep within, and is centered in her own being, not dependent on what happens TO her or around her.
Sparks is another. So is Hannah.
They are both joys to be around, and, along with their innate joy, they both have great empathy.
I really didn't read Stephy's OP as "all happy people," but rather a very limited scope, the few who, like Romy describes, have a complete disconnect with reality, the "everything is bubblegum and pink cotton candy Pegasus poop clouds." Also the assumption that she's probably speaking of someone she interacts with enough to be given some indication of what does -- or doesn't go on in their head.
I'm going to use Fran (the fainting goat Fran
) as an example -- of a wonderful "happy" person who has great empathy and a firm grasp that yes, crap happens and sometimes it rains down all over you and it's okay to react with some anger, frustration, sadness, etc., even a little wallowing for a bit, then acknowledges it, FACES it and then finds a way to work through it or even simply casts it aside. I wouldn't describe Fran as a happy person; I'd describe her as joyous, because hers comes from deep within, and is centered in her own being, not dependent on what happens TO her or around her. Sparks is another. So is Hannah.
They are both joys to be around, and, along with their innate joy, they both have great empathy.
In regards to being drawn to dogs that are similar in personality:
- I adore Abby, I really do. But she is so, so serious! Honestly, I laugh at her seriousness, which probably isn't very nice. When someone walks through the door and she barely looks sideways, but her ears are giving her away that she really wants to say hi (I'm sure it's a game she plays) my heart just melts. But I spent the first year and a half trying to figure her out... my behaviourist was telling me to create a jolly routine - where I could get her happy and excited at the drop of a hat... it was so, so, so difficult because you could run around like an idiot, carry on like a pork chop and she would still just flutter that tail softly (if at all). At the time I just felt inadequate, but when I decided to just spend time getting to know her properly I realised that this is just... her. She is Abby and she's never going to be a happy, happy, happy dog... even when she is having fun, playing chase, fetch, tug, wrestling with Grace she is just so intense. But never deliriously happy. Took me a while to figure this out and to her credit she puts up with me (I must be bloody irritating at times).
Grace is just so easy to get along with. She is just a joy to be around. Her tail never really stops and it's a very genuine kind of joy. You can raise your voice (loud family) and she just smiles right through it. She just wants to be with you, those are her terms whereas Abby seems to decide if you are worthy of her attention at any given time. Grace is such a socially confident dog, she suits my slightly nervous disposition wonderfully... I couldn't stuff up a dog like her if I tried. I would say that a Stafford or similar is the perfect dog for me, personality wise. This is a dog that will come out and munch on weeds happily whilst you are weeding. A dog that you just have to look at a certain way and she turns herself inside out with glee and go running to the other end of the yard/house and back again just because she can. :lol-sign:
- I adore Abby, I really do. But she is so, so serious! Honestly, I laugh at her seriousness, which probably isn't very nice.
When someone walks through the door and she barely looks sideways, but her ears are giving her away that she really wants to say hi (I'm sure it's a game she plays) my heart just melts. But I spent the first year and a half trying to figure her out... my behaviourist was telling me to create a jolly routine - where I could get her happy and excited at the drop of a hat... it was so, so, so difficult because you could run around like an idiot, carry on like a pork chop and she would still just flutter that tail softly (if at all). At the time I just felt inadequate, but when I decided to just spend time getting to know her properly I realised that this is just... her. She is Abby and she's never going to be a happy, happy, happy dog... even when she is having fun, playing chase, fetch, tug, wrestling with Grace she is just so intense. But never deliriously happy. Took me a while to figure this out and to her credit she puts up with me (I must be bloody irritating at times).Grace is just so easy to get along with. She is just a joy to be around. Her tail never really stops and it's a very genuine kind of joy. You can raise your voice (loud family) and she just smiles right through it. She just wants to be with you, those are her terms whereas Abby seems to decide if you are worthy of her attention at any given time.
Grace is such a socially confident dog, she suits my slightly nervous disposition wonderfully... I couldn't stuff up a dog like her if I tried. I would say that a Stafford or similar is the perfect dog for me, personality wise. This is a dog that will come out and munch on weeds happily whilst you are weeding. A dog that you just have to look at a certain way and she turns herself inside out with glee and go running to the other end of the yard/house and back again just because she can. :lol-sign: