A lasting and disturbing sensation
Despite the reassurance John was trying to convey, a shiver ran through me when he repeated, “They’re probably just raccoons.” However, Max’s fixed attention on the yard disturbed me more than I wanted to admit. “Maybe we should go and have a look,” I ventured to suggest, but John just shook his head and assured me that everything was fine. Still, the feeling persisted – in me and, clearly, in Max. As I tried to get on with my day, invisible threads of worry tangled themselves in my thoughts, forcing me to constantly glance out of the window.
A Lasting and Disturbing Sensation
Max obsessed with the window
Max remained glued to the living room window every afternoon, motionless like a real guard dog, his eyes fixed on the yard. “Max, come and play!” Jake would call, tugging on his collar, but he wouldn’t move, he would remain tense, his ears attentive to every sound. I watched, intrigued, as his gaze seemed to search every corner of the yard, as if he were on a mission. It was clear that Max was aware of something out there – something that was capturing his attention.
Max Obsessed With The Window
