BEANS

I’m always moving. Always. My paws barely touch the ground before they’re off again. There’s just too much to do to sit still for long. The world is full of smells to investigate, sounds to chase, and toys that absolutely must be carried around the house at top speed. Speaking of toys… I love them. Every single one. The squeaky ones, the bouncy ones, the ones that look like animals, the ones that don’t look like anything at all. They’re all mine, obviously. I’ll proudly parade them around, tail wagging like a helicopter. But share them? Hmm. That’s where I get a little… selective. You can admire my toys. You can even compliment them. But giving them away? Let’s not get crazy. Eating is probably the only thing that can slow me down for a moment.But not for long. Because once I’m fueled up, I’m ready to run again. I love running. I’m a toy-chasing, treat-loving, always-moving kind of dog—and honestly, life is way more fun that way.