

Sunny days are made for walks with my dog ππΎ. No idea why, but every time we step out, she turns into a tiny tornado of joy. πͺοΈ Canβt tell you how many times Iβve almost tripped over her because she's running in circles like sheβs in a race with herself. π
But honestly, those are the moments that make me feel like lifeβs a bit less crazy. Just us, the sun, and a few random squirrels that Maila swears she can catch. πΏοΈ
Anyone elseβs dog totally convinced they can chase down every squirrel they see? Or are we the only ones living in this fantasy world? π