Max Refuses to Leave the Tree
Max, unrelenting, kept his stance at the base of the tree as if the old oak held a secret only he could sense. Mark tried whistling and calling for the dog to come inside for food, but it was no use. Max barked and clawed at the base of the tree, his nails scraping the bark with a strange desperation. Mark stood there, puzzled, watching his old friend grow more frantic with every passing second.
Max Refuses To Leave The Tree
Family Dinner Interrupted by the Barking
Later that evening, the Petersons sat down for dinner, but the incessant barking made it impossible to concentrate. Max hadn’t moved an inch from his post by the tree. Every few bites, Mark looked out the window at Max, who was still frantically barking. His wife, Sarah, put down her fork. “This can’t keep going, Mark. Something’s really upsetting him.” Their son, Luke, frowned, “What’s wrong with Max, Dad? Why does he hate that tree?”
Family Dinner Interrupted By The Barking
