Poetry in Emotion.

The door opens, and the master walks into the room, doubtless up for another evening walk around the lot. Euphoria.

Buttons, the cute little dog next door, threatens to cut free of his leash and charge. Despite his cutesy bootees, he's one mean son of a bitch. Aggression.

The master and the mistress, for no apparent reason, start baying like wolves. Annoyance.

The lights go out, and it's time to settle down at the foot of the bed. Sleepy-time--or so you'd think, until the master and the mistress call, doubtless for another minute or so of soothing tummy-rubs. Peace.

I so, so, so envy our dog for the bare simplicity of his emotions.