I once had a dog who, like you, insisted on being cheerful in the morning. I
got rid of him by giving him to an immigrant Japanese family- and they ate him.
Willy: Yeah, I bought your mutt. And I 'ate him! [raises a huge
bone of meat]
[Bart gasps]
[tears meat off the bone] I 'ate his little face, I 'ate his
guts, and I 'ate the way he's always barkin'!...