The dog goes out to look for you. She circumnavigates the yard. She has been practicing saying, I love you, in every language. Aku sampeyan, the dog practices saying in Javanese. Te iubesc, the dog practices saying in Romanian. The dog digs a hole along the fence. She’s so funny when she digs, all that dirt flying. The fence could be Time. There is surely a different world on the other side of it. Are you over there? In the afternoon the dog pulls the leash so hard she almost lifts off the ground, but you aren’t to be found. Later, at night, the dog puts her blocky head upon the kitchen floor and sleeps, one soft and floppy ear pressed to the linoleum, listening. The dog has been practicing saying, I’m lost, in every language. Kuv poob, the dog practices saying in Hmong. Mi estas perdita, the dog practices saying in Esperanto. The dog has three wishes. She wishes she knew where to find you. She wishes you would come home with a treat. She wishes you and I were together on the bed, and up she would jump.