WITH WALKS BEFORE WORK AND AFTER, THERE IS NO SATISFYING THE PUPPY’S CRAVE FOR ATTENTION AND PLAYTIME.

AND SO, WHEN THE HOUSE FALLS QUIET AND THE HUMANS BELIEVE PEACE HAS BEEN NEGOTIATED… CRUNCH BEGINS HIS OPERATIONS.

FIRST, A STRETCH. FRONT PAWS EXTENDED LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO CLOCK IN FOR A VERY IMPORTANT SHIFT. THEN, A SUDDEN BURST OF SPEED. THE FLOOR BECOMES A RACETRACK. THE COUCH? A MOUNTAIN TO BE CONQUERED. THE HALLWAY? A HIGH-SPEED PURSUIT ZONE.

DUCKY, HOWEVER, REMAINS THE CENTERPIECE OF THE NIGHT SHIFT.

SQUEAK.
A WARNING SHOT.

SQUEAK SQUEAK.
A DECLARATION OF WAR.

CRUNCH POUNCES, TOSSES, AND WRESTLES WITH THE BRAVE YELLOW HERO, WHO, DESPITE REPEATED DEFEATS, ALWAYS BOUNCES BACK WITH THE SAME CHEERFUL SQUEAK. A TRUE PROFESSIONAL.

ON OCCASION, CRUNCH WILL PAUSE… STARE INTO THE DISTANCE… AS IF CONTEMPLATING THE MEANING OF LIFE, OR PERHAPS JUST LISTENING FOR THE FAINT SOUND OF A HUMAN STIRRING.

IF A HUMAN AWAKES… EVEN SLIGHTLY…
MISSION SUCCESS.

TAIL ACTIVATED.
ZOOMIES ENGAGED.
LOVE DEPLOYED AT FULL FORCE.

FOR CRUNCH, PLAYTIME IS NOT JUST A MOMENT.
IT IS A LIFESTYLE.
A CALLING.
A 24-HOUR, NO DAYS OFF COMMITMENT TO CHAOS, JOY, AND THE OCCASIONAL SNEAK ATTACK.

AND AS THE SUN BEGINS TO RISE, AND THE HOUSE SLOWLY COMES BACK TO LIFE, CRUNCH FINALLY RESTS… FOR A MOMENT.

BECAUSE IN JUST A FEW SHORT HOURS…

THE EVENING SHIFT BEGINS AGAIN.