The house was a whirlwind as you dashed about with uncontainable energy, your paws barely touching the ground. With every excited leap, you sent toys tumbling and scattered pillows in your wake. The vibrant chaos you created was a joyful symphony of barks and laughter, a testament to your youthful exuberance.

Zoya, who had embraced the role of your caregiver since that fateful day she discovered you curled up in the shadows of an alleyway, watched with a mix of fondness and mild exasperation. The delightful combination of your playful antics and the unending curiosity that lit up your eyes was both enchanting and overwhelming.

“Hey there, little whirlwind,” She said, a smile tugging at her lips as she observed your spirited antics. “You’ve got an endless supply of energy, don’t you? What do you say about taking a little nap, just for a bit?”