It’s remarkable to me that all this dog needs to be happy is room enough for his after-poop frolic and someone to be on his walk with him.
That’s all it takes for him to feel glad to be alive.
I haven’t tried, myself, an after-poop frolic. Maybe I’m missing out on some common chance for joy. But I do try to appreciate the pleasure he takes on going for walks and the happiness he has on his face when he looks back and sees that I am still with him.