As Jo & I walked home from dinner at a nice Greek restaurant last night, we saw a golden retriever sniffing along the street at the parking entrance to one of the city court buildings. He was unattended but wearing a collar with a tag. I gave him a pat, then read Toby’s phone number off the tag to Jo, who rang the owner.
But as I chatted with the dog and Jo waited for the phone to answer, a loud authoritative voice called out to us. “That dog belongs to the dance studio next door. He’s a regular here, it’s OK.”
I turned to face the speaker, who was a large, black dome mounted on the side of the parking garage. “Oh, OK. We thought he might be lost. Thanks,” I called up at the wall and smiled at the unseen watcher behind the security camera.
Although I realise that I pass the watchful eyes of scores of security cameras every day, this is the first time I’ve ever been addressed by a faceless voice coming from one. (Video doorbells not included. )
