Max refuses dinner
One foggy evening, I called everyone in for dinner and was surprised when Max, who was usually the first to run for his bowl, remained motionless. “Come on, Max!”, I encouraged, intrigued, but he just sniffed the air and went back to staring at the yard, without any interest in the food. “That’s strange,” I muttered. It was the first time he’d missed a meal, and it made me uneasy. Everyone at the table noticed his apathy, exchanging silent glances, and the atmosphere at dinner became charged, as if Max’s discomfort was an omen of something greater than a simple lack of appetite.
Max Refuses Dinner
Max follows a mysterious smell
Jake crouched down next to Max, waving a chewy treat in an attempt to convince him. “Max, buddy, don’t you want to eat?” But the dog seemed oblivious to the appeal, his snout already twisted in attentive sniffing. Suddenly, he dashed for the back door, completely ignoring Jake’s offer. Intrigued, my son opened the door, and Max shot out with unwavering determination. “What’s he up to?” I thought, watching him through the window. Jake just shrugged his shoulders, enthralled by the scene, as if he too sensed that Max was following the trail of something invisible to our eyes.
Max Follows a Mysterious Scent
