Miss Ophonia?

An Essay As I sit down to write this a little dog barks in rhythmic intervals, leaving just enough time between barks for me to reengage with my sentence. Then he barks again. He pulls my attention back and forth, back and forth. He has a squeaky little bark and I imagine him as a cute shaggy little thing, standing by a backdoor where he can see his human in a back yard or driveway. He can see her, but he can’t get to her.  It’s driving him crazy.  He’s… Read more Miss Ophonia? →