Fame

We were walking along the main drag through our neighborhood. Ray stopped for a sniff. We heard the slap slap slap of a runner's feet on the sidewalk opposite. I lifted my head to look at the woman runner who was setting a blistering pace. She was looking in our direction, a huge grin on her face as if she knew us. When she saw me look up, she waved.
I gave her a weak grin and a wave back then looked quickly away, wracking my brains trying to think if I'd met her before. Ray and I meet a lot of people, it's not unusual for me to not remember one or two (or more).
When the woman got even with us, I looked at her again. She was still looking at us with the huge grin on her face.
"Are you going to the dog swim* tomorrow?" she yelled across the street.
"Absolutely!" I yelled back to her.
"I'll see you there,"  she called out, "I LOVE your dog."
I gave her a real grin this time.
"Thanks!" I called after her as she ran on by.
I turned around to get my dog moving again. We just happened to be standing in front of the pool entrance. It must have been the association between the two and that's why she recognized us, I thought.
Or maybe it's because it's hard to miss Ray when he's at the pool. He does tend to be a bit noisy.

*Just before the neighborhood pool closes for the summer, they open it to patron's dogs for 30 minutes. Ray has been looking forward to this all summer. He pulls me to the pool every time we pass it.