Therapeutic Laughter Can Traumatize Pets

May 8,3021:


Poor little Winston is on high alert this morning. He was sitting by my chair as I was reading an individual’s lengthy minute by minute account of experiencing the prep process for a colonoscopy. I was laughing so hard I was snorting and tears were rolling down my face. Winston started jumping up and down, barking and howling and obviously distressed by my antics. I guess he thought I was having a seizure or something and was trying to bring me back to reality or alert the neighbors that I was seriously flipping out! Poor baby. Even now, as he lies on the sofa watching me and as I sit quietly, the tiniest noise of me shifting in the chair, yawning, or stretching and his ears pop up and his head cocks quizzically like, “you’re not gonna start again, are you??” I think I’ve traumatized my dog.