He was too young to go outside, still a little puppy. But, he seemed to know there was something greater beyond the glass of that window.

The juxtaposition of Squeakers (his name) and the table with a lyre inset suggests a kind of odd harmony between the animate and inanimate, one endlessly stationary supporting disconnected nature while the other longs to break free as untethered nature beckons to him. 
Harmony