Mysteries Unknown To Dog

Barley, a dog, stands beside a rope swing hanging in someone’s yard in the early morning hours.

Walking Barley as much as I do, I am constantly pondering how the world must look to her, and it occurs to me that she really wouldn’t have any way to conceive of “a swing.” No doubt, this just looks like another piece of yard art to her, and not a functional signifier of the presence of small children.