The Dogs, the Ocean, and the Prison Next Door

(Or, This Saturday Morning)

There’s a field where Todd and I take the dogs. Wide, wild, and open. No matter the weather, watching them run free always gives me peace.

Kind of like the ocean.

Maybe because the three of them are so big and overwhelming, and when they tear through the grass—sometimes freshly cut, sometimes dangerously long—they move with the same force as the tide rush…