The day that I saw the ghost dog began just like any another day.
Let me say first that I have never entirely believed in ghosts. I have always conceded their possible existence, because no reasonable person can say they do not exist, that is, until we get to the Other Side and can see for ourselves.
Such was my attitude that bright, sunny July day 15 years ago. We were having a birthday party in the back yard for my brother, and I had to go in the house. The screen door was sprung and as a result was slightly ajar.