Max's favorite spot is on Sarah's computer desk, looking out the windows. It's an L-shape, sitting in the corner of the breakfast nook (we don't eat breakfast, sooo....oh, and we have an elliptical trainer and treadmill in our dining room instead of a table. I don't know why we're all over-weight) and has corner windows, giving sweeping views of his domain.
Any dog, squirrel, rabbit, possum, hedgehog, meerkat, giraffe, etc, that haplessly wanders into his territory is verbally threatened, loudly. Really, really loudly. And continuously until the threat is chased off never to return. But dogs? Oh my, they are the worst. It's like another dog is a personal insult to Max that must be avenged. Funny thing, though, you see what's missing in that list? Yeah, cats. He doesn't give a shit about cats. It's like he doesn't even see them. They are non-entities.