I was out walking my dog just a little while ago on a quiet dead end street when this car drove by. I took notice because there was no one around, but didn’t worry about it. I just noticed the license plates were local, and the guy behind the wheel was in his late 40s, early 50s. He had blondish hair and wide set eyes.
Read moreAs the car came back from over the hill from the direction of the dead end, I noticed the man’s window was down, so I knew he was going to stop to ask me something. I was a little uneasy at this point because there wasn’t a soul around. Behind me was a wooded park, and I would be between him and trees. Naturally, as he stopped, I stepped about 10 feet back and off to an angle. I don’t like being approached by strangers in cars.
He looked up at me, gave a polite (fake) smile and said, “You haven’t seen a loose dog around here, have you?”
“No,” I replied feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“Okay”, he said, scanning his rear view mirror.
“What kind of dog are you looking for?” I asked him.
“Uh, um…uh….a….Doberman Pincher,” he replied scanning around.
The way he said Doberman Pincher was as if it were a question! Not good.
Why is this guy struggling to identify his dog? Why is he scanning his rear view mirror and looking around? My alarm bells were blaring, and just at that time, my neighbor appears about 40 feet away! Was I relieved!! The guy in the car notices him instantly, too.
“If I see this dog, where do you live so I can bring him back, if I do spot him?” I asked with a little more confidence since my neighbor was there.
“Well, it’s actually a neighbor’s dog…and I told him I’d go look around for him.” At this point, he is slowly letting the car roll away from me.
I knew at this point everything this guy just said to me was a lie.
“What street do you live on?” I asked probing for more information.
He hit the breaks, but is giving me definite clues he wants to bolt. “Walberg,” he told me, “about a mile and a half away.”
“Don’t worry about bringing the dog back,” he said, “Just call the sheriff.” As he saw my neighbor approach, he turned his head and put his foot on the gas and eased out of there.
Something was very off about this guy.
My neighbor and I chatted a few minutes and I told him the story. He said, “That’s interesting. The guy only went up about 3 more houses and turned around. He never even went to the end of the block (which is a dead end).”
Hmmm…he is looking for a dog, and he doesn’t even drive to the end of the road to see if the dog is down there, the area closest to where he tells me he lives nearest to! Also, in hindsight, he didn’t say, “You haven’t seen a doberman pincher loose, have you?” He saw my dog and “dog” was the first thing that stuck in his head and formed his lie. Uh!
My neighbor and I then chatted about the car, and you know, I couldn’t come up with one detail about the car. My neighbor then identified it was a late blue model something, to which I replied, “I think I could identify his face, but that is all.”
My skin is crawling!! I don’t want to know why this guy just lied. Thank god for neighbors!!
