It was the perfect beach day—warm sun, soft breeze, and the sound of waves crashing in the distance. Jake and Kat had their toes in the sand, sunglasses on, and a little brown blur sprinting across the shoreline.

Oliver.

He was in full beast mode—chasing seagulls he’d never catch, digging holes like he was on a secret treasure mission, and occasionally running straight into the water only to realize, oops, waves are scary.

Kat laughed as she watched him wipe out in the shallow water and shake off like a soggy mop. “He’s in his element.”

Jake grinned. “Yeah, king of chaos.”

As they laid out their towel and settled in, Oliver kept making new friends. A group of kids nearby watched him race by, kicking up sand with his stubby legs. One of them approached, eyes wide. “Can we pet him?”

“Of course!” Kat said, sitting up with a smile. “He loves the attention.”

Jake gave a dramatic nod. “You’ve been warned though—he will lick your entire face if you get too close.”

Sure enough, as soon as they bent down to say hi, Oliver bounded over, tail wagging at lightning speed, and flopped onto his back for maximum belly rub potential.

For the next hour, it was all fetch, face-licks, and new friends. Oliver was living the dream—soaked, sandy, spoiled, and completely unstoppable.

And as the sun started to dip lower in the sky, Kat leaned her head on Jake’s shoulder and smiled. “We really do have the weirdest little dog.”