The next day, Marilena wakes up to the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through her curtains, casting a warm glow over her bedroom. Stretching and yawning, she rises from bed and goes through her morning routine with a sense of determination.
As she makes her way to the kitchen, the memory of Max's antics from the previous evening brings a smile to her face. She knows that despite the mess he made, she wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.
In the kitchen, Marilena prepares Max's breakfast with care, pouring his favorite kibble into his bowl and adding a splash of water to moisten it. Max, ever eager for his morning meal, waits patiently by his bowl, his tail wagging in anticipation.
"There you go, buddy," Marilena says affectionately, kneeling down to pat Max's head as he eagerly digs into his food. "Enjoy your breakfast."
