Freedom: A 2entences Memoir

My father would glance up from washing the dishes, pound frantically on the window, slide it open, and yell, "Get away from there!" In the far corner of the yard, my dog would turn and look at him, consider the admonition, then climb the chainlink, wiggle between the top rail and the extra wire my father had strung six inches above it to prevent this very occurrence, and take off for his hour of freedom.