I can attest to the fact that my high-strung Golden Retriever puts me through a workout several times a day, every day. I can’t see how that makes me happier though. I love him to death, but he’s gonna eventually tear my arm off of my torso while chasing a rabbit, cat, or squirrel. It’s just a matter of time.
My Black Lab is the same. In addition to that, he “demands” that we play several times per day either throwing the tennis ball so he can chase it and then yanking it out of his mouth so he can go chase it again or having a tug o’ war with one of various chew toys. I wouldn’t trade my little buddy for anything.