Obsession

This is the face of obsession.


Every morning when she comes downstairs, she waits for me to raise the blinds. Then she sits and waits.


She knows that the chipmunk could show his little face at any time and she is not about to miss it. So she sits.


Occasionally, a leaf is blown by the wind and she gives a start and a growl. Then she settles back down to wait.


But when the chipmunk makes his appearance? She tries to paw her way through the (very dirty, dog nose smudged) window.


It's almost as entertaining as watching her chase light.