I could talk about Ben for hours and hours. Ben is my very first dog, my very special one, my everything. I had always wished to have a big dog but then I settled on a small one. Ben has always been special, from the first day on. He was the biggest of four in the litter, yet the only one who couldn’t jump on the couch at the age of 3,5 months, the only one who was a little reserved and shy and when I went to pick up my puppy he was way more interested in me than playing with his crazy litter-mates. That’s when I realized he’s THE ONE. I felt like he had chosen me, his eyes were saying “pick me, pick me, I am so lovable!”  And he hasn’t changed a bit since then. He spends his entire days looking at me, at home, on our walks, while playing, running, everywhere, all the time. On our walks he is like a shadow, he likes to walk right under my feet and the average distance between my feet and Ben is like 1metre, unless I throw a ball, a stick or a cone for him, then he runs after it like crazy. Yes, anything is a toy for Ben, I mean it, anything… Grass, cones, sticks, balls, bottles, little stones, a phone, whatever… He’s crazy about tiny little stones, so little – about the size of a bread crumb, he would bring them to me all day long to play with him. It’s really funny.