I had a dog that always knew when I was leaving.

He loved riding in the car. I'd be sitting on the couch just thinking about going somewhere.I didn't do anything. I didn't rattle keys or put on a jacket. I just be sitting there and the thought would cross my mind of leaving. Instantly my dog, Nakota, would jump up and get in my lap, staring in my eyes. He would whine a little bit, jump down, run around wagging his tail and then back up in my lap starringin my eyes about 10 inches away.

I never moved a muscle the entire time. He did this many, many times.

When I'd leave him at my father's house to watch him, he always knew when I was coming back to get him. My dad said he always knew when I was coming back by watching Nakota's reactions.

He'd get up and go to the door. Then go and look out the window with his ears perked up. Then back to the door and whine a bit. My dad said, usually within 15 minutes I'd be there.

I never could figure out how he knew stuff like that.