Playtime isn’t just running around — it’s a full-on experience with zoomies, dramatic leaps, and the occasional “accidental” shoulder tackle. She plays with purpose, as if every toy is part of a mission only she understands. One minute she’s laser-focused, the next she’s rolling on her back inviting belly rubs mid-game.
There’s this spark in her eyes — the kind that says, “I dare you to keep up.” And we always try, even when she takes off like a rocket across the yard or decides fetch is now a wrestling match. There’s never a dull moment, and honestly, that’s the magic of it.
By the time she flops down, tongue hanging and tail still wagging, you can’t help but smile. She plays hard, she loves harder, and every game reminds us how lucky we are to share our days with her.
