- Gender and Relationships
A Little Birdie Told Me: The Mysterious Stranger
A very odd thing happened yesterday, late afternoon. The dogs began barking in a way that said someone was here. When I went out to see, there was a man coming over the hill from the northeast, cross country, not along the road and up the driveway as one would expect. Further, he walked right up towards the dogs with no fear of them even though they were clearly warning him to stop. I finally warned him not to come closer.
We keep Chance tied on a run because he wanders, indeed that is how we got him, he wandered in to us. He looks like a pit bull, and such dogs can be legally shot on sight here. The problem with that is that Chance is the friendliest dog I have ever seen, both with humans and dogs. I did not believe there existed a human that Chance did not like. Yet here stood one that upset him. Delta, on the other hand, is our proven guard dog, having bitten a couple of people in the past (just nips), and shown a special dislike for those who have been drinking. But Delta is smart and will not bite unless she thinks someone warrants it.
She had gone up and sniffed this man before coming to my call. She did not bite him, but I got the clear sense that if he came closer to me she might change her mind. I told him he needed to stay where he was, for his own safety. I asked him if I could help him. He said he just wanted to get to know his neighbors. He wanted to shake my hand. I could hear his words being slurred. I told him we did not allow people who have been drinking on the property. He replied that he had not been drinking. I told him his words were slurring. He said, oh...well, i had something to drink earlier. I said well, you need to leave, and come back when your mind is clean and sober. But my mind is clean and sober, says he. again, I remind him that his words are slurring. I can't hear his reply. He wants to know If I am Tammy. I say yes, and what is your name? He says Lou. I don't recognize the name. I don't recognize the man. He says I should act like a Lakota. I say I am, but I am also listening to my gut and to my dogs, and they are telling me I need to stay safe.
Throughout this whole thing, he keeps insisting on wanting to shake my hand. I have no idea why this is so important to him. Why is he so fixated on wanting to shake my hand? Is it just because he is drunk? Or maybe he has an ulterior motive, the reason the dogs are telling me not to trust him. Regardless of what it may be, I finally make it clear that I won't shake his hand, and he sees that the dogs won't allow him any closer to me, and he leaves.
I am curious though why someone would walk cross country just to meet me. Mom and I laughed over a few silly ideas. One being that recently I went to California to try to sell a screenplay and my neighbors all rooted for me...So perhaps to some I "made it" and have become someone worth knowing. (If only they knew what a failure that turned out to be). I have lived in this house for almost 6 years. I know a few of my neighbors, mostly because we run into each other sometimes. out here it is live and let live for the most part, unless you are part of a huge very close family and have transportation so you can get together all the time. He could be telling the truth. He could be a neighbor...But if he is he is a strange one.
In the above video, is Chance, about a week or so after we decided to keep him. The pup is Mandy. This is a video of their meeting. As you can see, they hit it off awesomely. Most big dogs sometimes hurt pups unintentionally because of their great strength. Chance was so gentle Mandy never had cause to cry out. As you can also see, cross country out here is full of weeds, grasses and hills. It would have been far easier to walk along the roads.