Rocky’s Lasting Alertness
Over the next few days, Rocky settled in, but he didn’t fully relax. Every creak or distant bark seemed to catch his attention.
“Still on edge, huh?” I whispered, watching him patrol the yard. He was on high alert, always ready to leap into action at the slightest sound.
I started to think Rocky had been through more than I knew. Yet, despite his vigilance, he seemed happier being home, sleeping a bit lighter, but peaceful once he finally drifted off.