Hehe... I'm here now.
Now, a story:
There once was a dog. He was a very happy dog. One day, he went to the dog park. He got bullied by another dog. That day, he went home very sad, and cried himself to sleep. The next day, the dog didn't get up. He had accidentally murdered his pet hamster in his sleep, and was feeling very depressed. He stayed in his dog bed, weeping.
His owner walked up to him and asked "Wherefore, my pup, dost thou weepest?"
The dog replied: "I hath been bullied, and murdered the small swine that was mine. Dear owner, what sooth dost though have?"
The owner hesitated, then replied: "Thou needest therapy, dear pup." And so that day, the dog and the owner went to the therapist. The dog soon recovered from his trauma, and the owner became very poor, because therapy is expensive.
The End.