[ WP ] You do n't remember ever owning the family dog , but everyone else seems to ...

It neither barked nor whimpered. It neither slept nor blinked. It was hardly noticed yet always there. It stood beside me through the night and relentlessly stared. 
 
 I would call it a dog but I would be lying and since we're being honest I think it's more than just a dog. 
 
 It appeared one day on my afternoon jog through my typical route. The park was devoid of any children playing on the equipment after school or any owners walking their dogs and the cold wind blew freezing my throat and settling into my chest. Nearing the end of the route I could feel the burn in my legs as they neared their breaking point. I turned the volume up when my playlist hit'Price Tag' by Jessie J and propel myself forward making sure to feel the pump, but all that quickly came to an end when I saw a brown scruffy Basenji limping on the sidewalk. 
 
 Its front paw seemed broken as it limped carefully with its head hung low. Ripping out my headphones I approached the Basenji carefully making sure to be as non-threatening as possible yet, the further I approached the more the dog seemed to recoil away from me shaking its head furiously. The closer my hand reached out the more the dog shook its head before erupting into a fit of barks. I paused for a moment unsure if touching it would make things worse. 
 The dog seemed terrified yet beneath those fearful eyes I swore a glimmer of hope, ever so briefly. 
 I rubbed his snout and scratched behind his ear, but before I could pick it up it raced into the park as if it had n't been injured at all. 
 
 I had n't seen it or thought about it for weeks after that it seemed to just slip my mind but when my Mother called me at work demanding to tell her why a dog was sitting in my room. I immediately remembered the sad eyes in the park. 
 Things after that only grew stranger. 
 
 I never owned the dog, or at least, I never felt that I owned it as I never fed it, or played with it nor even took it out for walks. I never saw it poop and I never saw it pee. It was n't mine because I did n't own it. Yet it followed me everywhere I went whether I was working, jogging or watching TV it would appear somehow and sit there, watching. 
 People assumed it was mine since whenever they saw it they would see it watching me. 
 
 After weeks of this nonsense when it once again somehow sat in the corner of my room after I made sure to lock all the doors in the house and triple made sure that it was not in my room prior to me doing so it appeared once again as if from thin air. Watching me, just watching. 
 
 `` What Do You Want From Me'' I yelled, frustrated. 
 
 `` Pray.'' It answered, `` For my owner's coming to collect you too.'' 
 
 
 
 

