There’s a theory that dogs choose their person. Becky chose Konstantin.
I don’t know why him in particular — maybe because he’s just as unpredictable and energetic. Maybe because he’s the only one in the family willing to play with her until they’re both completely exhausted. Maybe it’s simply chemistry.
They can chase each other around the villa for half an hour straight. Then they both flop down and rest side by side. Then they start again.
Watching it is pure joy. Two beings who don’t need the rules of the game explained to them. They just know them.