Out of all the strange things I've experienced lately, this account goes to the top of the list of "What the hell was that?" Haha!
A couple of weeks ago, February 23rd to be exact, as usual I was running a little late leaving for work. It was nearly 6am and still darkish. We live in a gated retirement community of manufactured homes, and most don't have garages, just carports. Something to note that is relevant to this story: although the community is intended for those 55 years old and older, only one member of the household has to be that age, preferably the spouse. (NO children allowed).
My car is normally parked at the end of our driveway behind my hubby's truck. As I headed for the car I could hear, what sounded like to me, a dog behind my car. I could hear their nails on the cement. I thought it was the neighbor's Basset Hound, as it sounded like a larger dog. She had gotten loose on a few occasions and seems to love to park on our stair to await her master's retrieval. Because I was heading for work I really didn't want to have to deal with the mess a Basset Hound can cause all over my black work uniform, so I hurried to the car. As I reached for the door handle, the footfalls began to come around from behind the car and the pace quickened. I thought, "Oh no! She caught me and if I don't hurry up and close the door she'll climb in the car with me" LOL. I jumped in the car and slammed the door, hoping I wouldn't catch her ear or paw or head in the process, because I felt her right there behind me as I jumped in.
I started the car (hoping it would scare her away) and at the same time, glanced in the side view mirror to see if she was leaving. My husband had used my car the day before and had adjusted the mirror up, so I couldn't see the pavement until I readjusted it. I couldn't see her, but since only a few seconds had elapsed since I'd turn the key, I started backing out slowly to avoid possibly running her over. As I was backing, I was readjusting the rear view mirror and saw a neighbor running down the street. Apparently he was late getting to the bus stop just outside the gate. (He is only 30-something, married to an older lady) So I thought, "Oh sh*t! She's going to start chasing him!"
I stopped, fully prepared to save him from the neighbor's hound... That wasn't anywhere to be seen. There was no dog LOL. Anyone who's ever owned a dog knows that when they see someone running, unless they're on a leash, any dog will take the opportunity to give chase, especially those of the "hound" persuasion because it's what they're bred for. I caught up to the runner and rolled down my window to see if I could hear anything about him that would resemble the sound of doggy nails on cement, but nothing. I couldn't even hear his feet hitting the pavement.
So, yeah. Hmmmm.