By daily 
His paws scratched desperately at the door, his barks growing hoarse as he called out for help. Each cry was a plea, a message to anyone who might hear, but the surrounding woods remained silent, indifferent to his suffering.
Max’s spirit was strong, his courage evident in every frantic attempt to escape. He paced back and forth, sniffing around the shed for any possible way out. His breaths grew ragged, his once-hopeful barks turning into mournful whimpers. The small, enclosed space seemed to close in on him, amplifying his fear and loneliness.
Outside, the world continued as if nothing had happened. People walked by, unaware of the trapped dog’s plight.
Just when it seemed that despair would overwhelm him, a soft, distant sound pierced the quiet—footsteps. Max’s ears perked up, and his tired eyes brightened with a flicker of hope.