I'm just coming into a house... slowly opening the door, cautiously. It's like a mobile home, set up from the ground so that my head, as I peek through, is only a foot or so above the floor. It's not my house; it's as if I'm taking care of it for somebody, visiting sometimes.

All I can see from the doorway is a hall. I hear a shuffling noise to my right, and looking over there, I can see slightly into another room, where a light is on. Did I leave that light on? I don't remember. Damn it, I should keep track of which lights I leave on. Is somebody here?

Then I look to my left, where the hallway takes a corner, and peeking around the corner, the face of a dog, like a greyhound. He's watching me trying to figure out if I'm a threat.

I talk to him, and he recognizes me and comes running, along with another dog that was hiding around the corner, all bounding in excitement as I climb into the house and we wrestle around on the floor.

(I saw a video that day of such a greyhound - blind - spinning in circles in excitement)