But when we played the video later, an odd thing happened. Watching the idyllic snippets of dogs and child cavorting together in the creek, I was overcome again by nostalgia. I felt longing for the dogs even though they were on the floor next to me, still damp and smelling vaguely like mackerel.
Why? Maybe the problem was what was missing: the less-than-perfect parts of life that happen after a video camera is turned off. Maybe I’d feel less wistful if I had recorded those panicky moments when we’d been shrieking threats at Otto and his stick as he menaced a group of nearby toddlers.