I had one for fifteen great years. His name was Dillon the destroyer and it FIT him to a tee. A little rocket powered football with feet and teeth, that one.
He liked to, shall we say, "SLIME" the faces of unsuspecting visitors. He would watch where they were headed to sit down and once thier body was committed downward to a spot he would sprint at a BLUR towards them but begin his leap in the middle of the living room, landing upon thier lap just as thier butts touched down. Taking the opportunity to quickly wash their face, nose, eyes, ears, mouth, and all with the fastest and longest doggy tongue you ever saw...
All through dinner each night Dillon would bounce (they LOVE to bounce!) up to look over whatever was on the dinner table, all during the WHOLE MEAL. bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce..... And if you answered his hearfelt deepest prayers and actually gave him a morsel? He would gobble it up with gusto no matter if it was a bit of roast beef or, for cryin out loud a PICKLE or Carrot or some such odd thing for a dog to want. The point to him was that it came from US and from our table and that meant it was wanted and desireable and delectable.
DANG it! I miss that little bundle of springy terror! If any of you can get one, do so. Oh yeah, they trail game like little blood devils.
I thought mine were "unique"... "Tuffy" is the worst offender because he won't quit...