Canis Diabolus/"Hope." This morning when I went out to get in my car upon opening the driver side door I found a dog resting in between the front of the car and the garage door. (At the house we have a detatched garage.) This caught me off guard, finding a dog there, because A) Obviously we don't own a dog and also B) Our driveway has a gate, which was closed. Sure the fence in between us and our neighbors is a gate that I suppose a dog if he tried hard enough could squeeze through, but this was a pretty big fella.
Anyways, our eyes met, mine full of surprise, his seemed full of emptiness and fear. I knelt down to try and get him to come over but instead he turned and started around the garage. I followed, noticing he didn't have a collar on. As I came closer he moved faster, moving around the building. I doubled back and moved to the other side. We met again, about ten feet away from each other, and again he looked into my eyes, and I his, and what I saw was pretty erie. He turned and started back the other way, and I followed suit, only to never see him again. The dog just dissapeared. I looked everywhere, even out into the front yard to see if he had made his way out the now open gate and down the street. But I never saw that strange dog again. It seemed as if he just...vanished.

I have another interview with the Volunteer Center of Rhode Island on Wednesday morning. Very cool. I really hope this works out. It seems like it would be a really great opportunity. Really. I also heard back from another application I submitted, the job in Colorado. Different, yet pretty similar personal feelings about that one as well. So, here goes...
No Really.

  ¶ 11/07/2005 09:42:00 PM