I stared at it for a moment, puzzled. Then I figured that my neighbor on that side, who has 3 dogs, must have accidentally set it down on my porch. I shrugged, left it there, and went inside.
The next day when I came home, I saw a little plastic baggie hanging from my mailbox! Specifically on one of the arms that comes off the end of my mailbox, where newspapers are supposed to go. Once again it contained two broken dog biscuits, neatly dangling one on either side of the arm.
This time I gave it more attention. The mysterious doggie treats, they were getting closer! Where would I find them the next day... and why?
I left the bag on my mailbox and walked into my house, mulling it over. It's possible that the same bag had been found on my porch, and some kind soul had hung it from my mailbox, presuming that my dog might be going treat-less.
But I don't have a dog.
Or perhaps the Dog Fairy has started visiting, leaving treats for all the good little doggies to find! But I don't have a dog....
I also thought about how, when we were children, we were never allowed to eat food we'd just found laying around outside. No matter how enticing it looked. Because you never know who might have tampered with it, in a crazed effort to poison candy-loving small children.
Maybe somebody was trying to poison my dog! Why would somebody do that? Except that I don't even have a dog.
I shook my head and left the treats there, having no idea what to do about them.
Later that evening, my neighbor's new girlfriend came by to solve the problem. She was talking about a mile a minute, explaining the situation in haphazard sentences, the first several of which I missed while F was letting her in.
"We're leaving dog biscuits on your porch! Is that okay? For our dogs! Most mail carriers have some in their bag, but ours said she doesn't have any. So I said Oh I can leave some out for you, it's no problem! We'll leave them here, on the mailbox, or on the porch by the post. She stops at your house right before ours! Then she can give them to calm the dogs down. You don't mind, do you?"
I smiled at the confusing spiel, and told her that I had noticed the little treats, and been very puzzled by them. But it was no problem; she could leave dog biscuits on my mailbox whenever she wanted.... She babbled a bit more, then left.
So, what I gather from all of this is that the dogs next door have been menacing and/or eating our mail carrier, so my neighbor's new girlfriend took matters into her own hands. I don't blame our carrier for being uncomfortable... one of those dogs next door is monster!
Thus it was that, every day this week, I've come home to a little bag of two broken dog biscuits hanging from my mailbox. I don't mind them, and in fact it makes me chuckle.
But am I the only one who thinks the whole thing is a bit strange?