There are two unhappy dogs on my block, in houses on either side of mine. Their owners never walk them. They bark at us for love all the time. They are couped up. They moan during the day from paved back yards. If they’re lucky. Most days they moan from inside the house. I blame the woman of the house north of ours and the man of the house south. I psychically message in surround sound while I look west, that they should leap out and run. I would help them. But I know that’s not how it works. It’s more important for them to be fed than to be free.