This neighborhood is the quietest neighborhood I’ve ever encountered. Other than the occasional, distant barks of paranoid dogs, the most you’ll ever hear is the scampering of squirrels and chipmunks. I like it here. It’s probably the best intermediate place we could of picked in this busy body area.
The only thing that throws me off kilter is the old lady across the street. She’s at the age where her spine has arched over so much that she needs a walker to shuffle to wherever she bothers to go. The unnerving part is that she doesn’t ever say a word.
The first day we moved here is when I met her. I saw an adorable Maltese dog running over to me [out of nowhere] with his tongue flying. He is the epitome of carefree. I pet him and noticed that there was not a soul to be seen with him. As usual, my OH NO! meter flared up and I began looking around frantically for its owner.
The thoughts that crossed my mind were, “Did they lose their furbaby?! Is he lost?! If our furbabies were lost I’d want someone to bring them back to me!!!”
After scanning the entire area I decided to help the dog search for its home. He was actually looking back to make sure I was following him. Made me think of those dogs that wanted someone to follow them so their owner or other dog/cat companion could be helped.
I followed the dog across the street. He stopped on the sidewalk and just looked at me. I bent down to pet him again and check his collar for some sort of number to call. He kept wiggling so I kept having to sift through the several tags the owner had lobbed onto his collar. A couple minutes later I saw the old lady shuffle out of her house halfway.
If grumpy cat were human, she’d be a perfect fit for the part. Seriously, it was like all emotion had been sapped from her being so I couldn’t tell if she was pissed, annoyed, or nervous. I asked if the dog was hers and she nodded. I said I thought he was lost, smiled and waved good bye.
My “worry before thinking things through” habit may have screwed me over. She has probably branded me as a possible dog snatcher. I’ve only seen the dog two other times and he happily greeted me and frolicked off. And now so far I’ve seen her twice. The second time being today as we were turning into the neighborhood street we live on. She stopped her car completely at the turn point.
Now, she could’ve just been waiting for me to turn before moving herself. But she gave me a look that just made the whole thing awkward. Her head even turned to follow me as I turned. Maybe she’s semi blind? But if she was, why was she driving?!… and without glasses?! I tried to look away to ignore it after smiling awkwardly in greeting but she kept this hard stare and it just pushed me into this uncomfortable, peeved state.
WHY WERE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT, LADY?! *sighs*
I mean, how would you react to an unwavering, hard stare?
Anywho, I feel better now after venting.
K. I love you, buhbai!