Happiness defined

A family friend recently became widowed, and just as we were talking about our concern for her in that big house all alone, there were a couple of break-ins in her nice neighborhood.
Last week over girls talk I asked her if she had a dog.
“No, and I don’t want one.”
We all looked at her blankly.
“My husband used to say happiness was when the kids moved out and the dog died.”
Oh I can so see that.

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