Needless to say, we now park at the bottom of his driveway and walk up. And I seriously need more exercise. I'm huffing and puffing when I get up there.
Anyway, yesterday when we were leaving the house and getting read for our hike back to the car, we heard a dog bark from next door (they share a driveway). The dog looked like a rottweiler and came running at us. I completely froze, afraid it would bite us.
Mike said not to worry because its tail was wagging. I wasn't so convinced. Maybe he was happy he'd found two large chunks of meat a long ways from their car.
Mike told me to keep walking and went back to listening to his headphones, but I was positive the dog was about to pounce on me any second.
I took a few steps and, without moving my head, glanced back to see if he was following
Mike looked at me like I was nuts. "The dog! It's chasing me!" I yelled.
Mike looked back. "No it's not. It's sniffing the fence."
When I glanced back again, I realized two things: one, he was right, the dog was way back near the house sniffing the fence; and two, what I had seen chasing me was the fur from the hood on my coat. Luckily Mike didn't (and doesn't) know this.
"Well, he was very close and I saved us with my scream. I scared him," I told Mike.