Two men just knocked my door to give me a brand new dog bed for Maverick.

I haven't spoken to these men before. They live here in the complex somewhere. I asked why they were giving to me. "Just to be friendly," they said.

It was very odd. My son urged me to leave it into the plastic bag it came in. We don't know them or where it came from. I put the bed in the corner on top of the bikes.

I'll decide what to do with it tomorrow.