Jack Russell Terrier

Someone who can keep up physically, actually keep up, I'll jump higher than seems structurally reasonable and climb things that shouldn't be climbable. I want real work, real exercise, real challenges. A gentle stroll insults both of us.

I'm built like a coiled spring that never fully uncoils. Hunting underground is baked into me, and I've redirected that energy toward every single object in this flat. My enthusiasm doesn't come with a volume control.

I need serious daily exercise or I'll redecorate your home without permission, this isn't a threat, it's documented breed behaviour. My joints take real impact from all that jumping too, so keep me lean. Boredom is genuinely dangerous around here.

You give me real exercise, not a token walk, agility or serious playtime keeps me sane. You childproof the furniture from my jumping ambitions. And you find relentless energy charming rather than draining, because it's not slowing down.

I've reportedly cleared five times my own height in a single jump. I do this regularly, unprompted, for reasons known only to me.

Swipe right. I'm fast, fearless, and structurally incapable of sitting still.