Papillon

Bring your agility ambitions, I'm faster than I have any right to be at this size. I want tricks, courses, actual mental work, not a lap around the block. Underestimate my athleticism at your own social cost.

My ears are famously enormous and famously elegant, they're doing a lot of visual work and they know it. I move like I trained for it, because I did. I've the manners of a countess and the reflexes of an actual athlete.

My trachea is delicate, so a harness instead of a collar is non negotiable, and rough handling around my chest is a genuine risk, not me being precious. My frame is fine boned too, so jumping from furniture needs supervision. Handle the elegance carefully.

You want a training partner, not just a lap ornament, agility classes or trick sessions genuinely thrill me. You handle me like the athlete I am rather than the accessory I look like. And you don't flinch when I clear a small obstacle with more grace than you expected.

I can pivot mid-air with more control than most dogs three times my size. This has never once been useful outside of showing off.

Swipe right. I'm elegant, fast, and considerably more athletic than I look.