I met another of our neighbors yesterday, but in the most unusual way yet.
I had walked with Morgon a couple blocks to Jerry and Erika’s house drop him off so he could play basketball with Malachi. Erika gave me a plate of ours to take home, and I started back.
As I rounded the corner to our street, I saw a dog walking and sniffing around on my side of the road. She looked to be a pit bull mix, not too big, but I didn’t see an owner anywhere. I crossed to the other side of the road and kept going.
The dog spotted me, however, and crossed over to my side of the road. She was coming around a couple of parked cars, so I kept those in between us and crossed back across the road and picked up my pace, keeping an eye out for the dog. I couldn’t tell what her intentions were; her body language wasn’t convincing me that she was too friendly.
The dog came around the side of a car where she spotted me again, and immediately put her head down and started coming right at me–not running, but very deliberately.
Oh boy, now what? I looked around quickly and saw that I was right next to a pickup truck parked in a neighbor’s driveway. I took two steps and jumped into the back of the truck right as the dog was getting to me. I glanced up and caught the eye of a woman just then coming out of her house leading three small dogs on leashes–the owner of the truck I had just jumped in.
Her expression was pretty funny. She looked totally bewildered. I realized then that her truck doors were standing open–she was in the process of loading up her truck to go someplace. This isn’t that great of a neighborhood, but usually men don’t go around jumping into the back of vehicles at random. I’m sure she was momentarily wondering if she should be worried about my intentions, but I think it was pretty obvious that if I was trying to steal her truck, I was going about it the wrong way.
I immediately started apologizing and explaining about the dog, which was still sniffing around. She quite calmly came down from the porch and got her dogs into the truck. She apparently knew the dog I was running from.
“Don’t worry about it,” she told me. “I totally understand. I think the dog’s pretty sweet with humans, but I’ve had some problems with her and my dogs.”
We then introduced ourselves, her name was Maureen. She was really nice about the whole thing, and we had a good laugh about the situation. I then went home, thanking her for the use of her truck.
“Anytime!” she laughed.