Maybe I can be one of those people who photograph dogs, particularly dogs who are waiting for their owner’s to return from some important errand. When I gather enough of these photos, I’ll make huge prints and sell them at a gallery in Sydney. The exhibit will have a clever title that captures the essence of these dog’s existence, something like “Providore.” I’ll set up a table in the gallery with a box of wine, California Rolls, and homemade dog treats. And I’ll station myself at the front, watching the doors, tilted on my shoe tips, waiting for somebody, anybody, to come inside. And I’ll wait. . . and wait. . . and wait. . . and wait. . .
