By daily 
Max the golden retriever watched his owner, Sarah, with curious eyes. Today was a special day; he could feel it in the air. But as he padded softly to her side, he sensed that something was off. Sarah sat on the couch, staring at her phone with a frown, and Max tilted his head in concern.
“Today is my birthday, Max,” she sighed, scratching behind his ears absentmindedly. “But it feels like no one even remembers.”
Max perked up at the sound of her voice, determined to make her smile. He padded over to his toy basket and rummaged through it until he found his favorite squeaky bone. With a triumphant bounce, he trotted back to Sarah, his tail wagging furiously.
“Thanks, buddy,” she said, forcing a smile as she took the bone from him. “But I’m not really in the mood for playing right now.”
But Max wasn’t giving up. He nudged the bone closer to her, his big, brown eyes full of determination. He let out a playful bark, encouraging her to join him. Sarah couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. Maybe a little playtime would help.