From the second I called out, “You got the right one, Chooch,” he knew exactly what time it was—and he was ready. That tail shot straight up, ears perked, and his little legs started moving faster than I’ve ever seen. This wasn’t just another lazy afternoon. No, today was mission mode.
We’ve done this a hundred times, but Chooch still treats it like it’s the first and most exciting day of his life. As soon as I laced up my shoes, he was already at the door, waiting to sprint out like a rocket. He looked back at me with that determined glint in his eyes, like, “Let’s run it, boss!”
Down the steps, across the yard, into the open field—we were flying. Wind in our faces, sun above, nothing else in the world mattered. It wasn’t just a run; it was a celebration of freedom, of trust, of that unbreakable bond between me and my best boy. Chooch wasn’t just running for fun—he was running with me, for me, and sometimes even ahead of me, challenging me to keep up.
And when he finally slowed down, tongue hanging out, he came trotting back with the biggest grin and a face full of pride. We sat down in the grass, both catching our breath. I gave him a pat on the head and whispered, “You really are the right one, Chooch.”
He rested his head on my knee, tail still wagging, and I knew—this is what it’s all about. No fancy gear, no perfect timing, just two hearts running in sync.
Whether we’re chasing squirrels, dreams, or just burning off some energy, Chooch always gives it his all. He’s more than a pet—he’s a partner. A teammate. My ride-or-die.
So yeah, we’re locked in. You got the right one, Chooch. Let’s run it again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next.
