We suddenly notice our dog, Tuffy,

missing from his favorite spot on the sofa

as we get up to investigate

 

There he sits, silently and patiently,

by our back door, expectantly

waiting for us to finally notice

he needs to go out

 

Perhaps he wonders why

it’s taken us so long

to receive his urgent thoughts

beamed to us from canine frequencies

 

Our other dog, Dante,

always scratches and makes a racket

at the door for some relief

to go out and about his business

 

He has known for some time

that we are idiots in need

of a more reliable connection