Bogie and I were out walking the other afternoon. It was a lovely day and I decided to walk farther and in a different direction.
We walked along the main street by our subdivision. There is a landscaped community area along the sidewalk that varies in width from 3 to 10 feet, artfully planted with bushes and trees.
As we turned the corner, clear down at the other end of the long block, I saw a blue shirt. I try to be aware of other people walking so I can pull Bogie off to the side and let them pass.
He's very friendly, but not everyone wants to meet a 125-pound Great Dane. Doubly so if they are walking a dog of their own.
Then the shirt disappeared. I shrugged and figured it was a kid playing in the landscaping. Either he was closer to the end of the block wall than I realized or he hopped the wall.
As we get to the middle of the block, I hear barking from behind a big bush that is next to a large tree.
I think, "Oh, dear. Loose dog."
I am getting a better grip on Bogie's leash, when I look up.
It wasn't a dog.
A bandanna-wearing, stringy-gray-haired, sunglasses-wearing man was grinning at us from behind the bush.
Bogie looked at him. Bogie looked at me. We turned away and resumed walking.
Apparently, the man had skulked along the wall, hidden by he landscaping until he found a hiding place. He looked like a homeless person, except he wasn't carrying any belongings.
I kept looking over my shoulder to see where he went, but I never saw him leave his hiding place.
Still, when we came back, there was no one anywhere along the block.