The staring contest begins — intense eyes locked, no one moving an inch. Nyx takes these games seriously, as if victory earns her an invisible crown. I blink first almost every time.
Her gaze is powerful but calm — that signature Doberman mix of control and curiosity. You can see her thinking, calculating whether this human will ever learn to win.
When I laugh and look away, she tilts her head triumphantly. Another victory for the queen of focus.





