My dog is a happy-go-lucky puppy. When I am not around, no matter how much he loves me, he is able to have a great time with my friends. He doesn't lose his appetite, or his sleep. He makes the best out of whatever situation. I love him dearly, and am very happy he has such good spirit.
I do happen to know someone - my Brazilian ex - who has the same kind of spirit. Thus I used to call him puppy. He was a very happy pup indeed. He doesn't mourn for months over a breakup, he doesn't miss an opportunity to enjoy good times. He isn't a cold hearted person - he accepts changes, treasures good times, and frees himself from past burden.
I envy such true optimism.
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