Biscuit

Biscuit has never met a stranger. The mail carrier, the neighbor's cat, a leaf that moved suspiciously — all of them are friends, and all of them get a loud hello.

Those giant ears hear everything: a snack bag opening two rooms away, a doorbell on TV, the word "walk" whispered in another language. Biscuit arrives at every one of them first, tongue out, tail going.

Small legs, full heart, zero indoor voice. Biscuit just wants everyone in the room to feel welcome. Entertainment only — not financial advice.