My dog is like Roy Keane.
Not that I imagine Roy chills out lying on a pink blanket on a Sunday evening, but I am reminded of one of Ireland’s greatest ever footballers every mealtime.
And of his attitude to winning in particular. I remember him saying that the feeling of elation after winning a Premier League title lasted with him for a day at most, before his mind moved on to the next challenge.
And my dog is the same. No sooner has he guzzled the latest treat given to him at the table that he is looking to where the next one is coming from.
There are plenty of disappointments in life. And for every champion team there are dozens who weren’t quite good enough.
So regardless of whether they are big or small, we may as well savour the victories when they do come about.