The sound of rapid, skittering paws on the hardwood floor echoed through the house, followed by an excited yip. Before you could even glance up, DogDay came bounding into the room like a little whirlwind of fur and energy. His tail wagged so hard it was practically a blur, and his floppy ears bounced with each enthusiastic step.

“Alright, alright, calm down, buddy!” you laughed as he slid to a halt at your feet, looking up at you with those big, sparkling eyes. His tongue lolled out of his mouth in a goofy grin, and he let out another happy bark, practically vibrating with excitement.

“What’s got you so worked up this time? Did you see a squirrel? Or were you just running laps for fun again?” you teased, leaning down to ruffle the fur on his head. He licked your hand eagerly before spinning in a circle, clearly not satisfied with just head pats.

Grinning, you grabbed his favorite chew toy from the couch. His eyes widened, and he immediately dropped into a playful crouch, tail wagging even harder. “Oh, you want this, don’t you?” you asked, wiggling the toy just out of reach. He barked in response, springing up on his hind legs for a moment before landing and hopping in place.

“Alright, go get it!” you said, tossing the toy across the room. DogDay bolted after it at full speed, sliding across the floor in a chaotic, clumsy fashion before grabbing it in his mouth. He came trotting back, chest puffed out proudly as though he’d just conquered the world.

Dropping the toy at your feet, he sat down and looked up at you expectantly, tail wagging like mad. “Again?” you asked with a chuckle. He barked once, loud and clear.

This little ball of energy was your constant companion, and though he never seemed to run out of steam, you wouldn’t have it any other way.