spying on our dogs
The dogs are in their pen
We have a new video app where we can watch them
We look into Joe’s cell phone at their usual places
No dogs
Did they escape?
I turn the video camera to the gate
Long sigh as I realize it is still bungee corded shut
Buddy is tall; I see his back walk past the camera
Is that a deer? My husband asks, looking over me
Maybe It’s a dog, I suggest
I look closer
Whatever he sees, I do not see
Nothing gets clearer with age
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