It is a thing only Max knows and
only because he is a dog. I’ll leave
the door open sometimes when I’m
alone, he’ll lie on the bed but jump
off and come into the bathroom
while I’m kneeling. Sometimes he
will try to sniff my hand, but I never
let him, I only think about why he
comes to me at moments like that,
whether it is the smell or maybe he
understands and sees, but he’s only
a dog, so I let him.