Where’s my Whiskey!?

I awoke around 4:30 this morning, after a “disturbing” dream. I should have written about it when the “hallucination” was fresh in my memory. Instead, I opted for sleep–as detailed as the story progresses, I explain a bit more.

In my dream, I can not vividly picture the details in my mind’s eye; I recall that I was frantically searching for my boy. The Princess was with me, after I asked her to “Please come here” for the second time; but, Mr. Whiskey was not able to be located. I was distraught!

The Princess was by my side, giving me comfort as I was calling Whiskey. He NEVER showed, and I promptly awoke–frightened! I lay in bed, hoping to hear the jingle of their tags. When I did not hear them…I got out of bed, and swiftly walked to the kitchen, where they sleep at night in the puppy bed.

As I got closer to the kitchen entrance, The Princess was there to greet me, with a “smile,” and her tail thumping. Mr. Whiskey normally meets me at the puppy gate. I began panicking, as I bent down to say “Good morning, baby girl! Where is your brother?”

It was then, that I heard his nails hit the linoleum floor. A wave of relief washed over me, and I told myself, “It was only a dream!”

Mr. Whiskey began his usual jumping up onto my leg, and wagging his tail. He was also “smiling”…”Good morning, Mommy!” I said aloud, “Thank goodness that you are both okay; I had a horrible dream.”

Whiskey started walking to the door…I always take the baby’s outside to potty when I first see them each morning. I continued showing Coco love, by petting her head. She licked my face, as per her usual action. I scooped Coco up into my arms…and I walked to the door, where Whiskey was excitedly trying to tell me that he needed to go outside.

I unlocked the door; Whiskey quickly went out of the puppy door that Jamie had installed when our deck was built. I walked out of the door, and put Coco on the deck. The two of them went to the “screen door” so they could be let out. They both “did the deed”, and happily ran back onto the deck.

I decided to lay with them both in the puppy bed. I was relieved as I lay with Coco and Whiskey lay down in the crook of my side.

When the sun started to rise, I got up, and they both were ready to go get in “The Mommy Bed” with their Daddy…and myself. It amazes me when I recall how I always said to “crazy dog people”…”It’s JUST a dog!” That will never be true when these babies are concerned!

(These photos were taken this afternoon. I was too worried to even consider taking pictures early this morning!)

Coco positioned herself in my neck pillow…!

I need to write.

"Writing is simply thinking through my fingers." I really need to stop holding my thoughts and feelings in. Writing frees (sic) me…so, why do I not utilize the opportunity to feel free!? And post photos of my babies!

I just love the way Princess Coco is seated so "ladylike."

And Mr. Whiskey is so handsome!

Funny Spirits!

I swear there are friendly, albeit mischievous, spirits who live in our home. Or maybe even visit from time to time. I have SEVERAL reasons to believe this and the following incident is yet another one.

My “pre-engagement ring” is too large on my finger, despite having it re-sized. When my hands are cold (like now), the ring tends to turn all directions on my finger. This was beginning to annoy me, so I took it, and the other ring that I keep on my right hand (with a PURPLE stone) off. I carefully placed both rings on the Lazy Susan on top of our dining room table and continued to surf the web via my laptop as I sat at the table.

I got up and walked into our living room a couple of times, to check on my 3 loves as they all lay on the (horrible, uncomfortable, UGLY) giant beanbag as they were watching college basketball. I decided that I should put my “pre-engagement” ring back on my finger. When I looked atop the Lazy Susan, the lovely ring was not there; only the one with the purple stone.

I looked all around my seat on the floor, on the table, underneath things…and still did not see it. I walked into the living room a couple more times, investigating places I may have laid it. I scanned the kitchen thoroughly; as I had given up, and decided to wake James to alert him of what had happened (thinking he may be able to help me figure out what I could have done with the ring); I walked into the living room, and he was “resting his eyes,” so I decided to wait before telling him–I did not see the point in waking him because the ring could only be in the kitchen, and maybe even the living room.
I walked back to my spot at the kitchen table, and still could not find my ring. I concluded that I should look again in a few minutes, because I tend to overlook things now when I put pressure on myself to find them. My purple stoned ring was still sitting atop the Lazy Susan, when I suddenly saw a diamond sparkling right in front of me!


I am positive that I did not overlook the ring sitting directly in my field of vision, and within my reach. The friendly spirit played a joke on me. I believe this. I have had several encounters and witnesses to prove that my belief in a spirit visiting our home is valid.

Yeah, I’m such a girl.

James received a NERF football in the mail today (he told me it was part of his birthday gift from me. I have learned to not buy him anything that isn’t “on the list.” He reminds me of Rachel Green [FRIENDS] that way. I have learned to “stick to the list” since he and I have been together. James isn’t any fun; he assumes that I want to know what it is that I’m receiving as a gift, even if I’ve told him that I prefer to receive a surprise gift). The football is one that glows when it is switched “on.” Tonight, he and I tossed the football around while in the back yard.

I am such a girl. I flinched each time James threw the ball perfectly to me. I moved when I should have stayed stationary…  I preferred to just chase after the ball as opposed to catching it. Geez. SUCH A GIRL! img_9308

“I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghost!”

I took the video showcased below; to display a wee bit of the odd behaviours that Mr. Whiskey and Princess Coco are showing. Now, everyone who knows me well, is aware of my being non-religious; that being said, I am spiritual.

So…I have explained this odd behaviour of Mr. Whiskey’s to James; he simply allows it to be heard, yet Jamie does not “get” what I am saying. Mr. Whiskey often behaves like this, but not too often for me to worry. He typically does it during the day; while James is at work, and I am doing my housework.

Most times, I am in the kitchen or laundry room when Mr. Whiskey acts like this. “This” refers to Whiskey following me around (more so than normally); it’s as if he is trying to make certain that I am safe. He stays RIGHT AGAINST ME (no exaggeration).

He will not let me stray from his field of vision; also, he is more vocal during these times. It is as if Whiskey is trying to tell me something. He looks at me, and he barks until I go see whatever / wherever something that isn’t “right” is. I comply with his wishes; but, never good enough for his satisfaction, for he refused to halt his erratic behaviour.  Also, his barking is a little different in tone than it is other times.

I will follow him to the adjacent room, where Whiskey will look at me with a “MOM…do you not see that/hear that?” It is as if he is trying to make me aware of something. I’ve come to the conclusion, that Mr. Whiskey is seeing/hearing something–more aptly, SOMEONE. So, I’ve talked to who I KNOW it to be for several months, now.

She has yet to respond to me in a way that I will recognize easily. I often say to her, “Hello, Dot (Jamie’s mother who passed away in 2003)….” as I explain what is that I am doing. I will explain that I love her home, and do not wish to make any differences that will cause her to feel as if I am “taking over” and “trying to make Jamie forget her.”

When I spoke to HUD about this several weeks ago; I also shared with him the occurrence that caused me to believe it is Dot. I was cleaning out the bottom of the pantry in our kitchen; of course, sitting on the kitchen tile as I was doing such. Mr. Whiskey, of course, was nearby. He began walking and sitting closer to me, as I was sitting in the floor.

Whiskey started quietly barking/growling in the direction of where the main entrance into the kitchen is. I did not think anything of it; assuming that he had heard something outdoors. The barking became more frequent and louder; along with the growling being more intense. Of course, I was a little frightened…but, I continued to do what I had started, and try to get our pantry cleaned out.

Then, Whiskey started getting far more serious with his barking. He had his gaze LOCKED in the direction of the main entryway to the kitchen. He began sidling up against me (as if he were protecting me), and kept lowly growling and barking loudly. Having done this a few times prior; I quickly recognized that it was not anything negative at which Whiskey was barking, but he did not understand it.

I softly explained to Whiskey that it was “okay” and that who he was barking at is Jamie’s mom, Dot. I explained that she was probably wanting to make sure t I was not doing anything wrong or that she was not comfortable with; after all, we were in HER kitchen. I told Mr. Whiskey that she had every right to be here, and she was not going to hurt him. I even said a few things to her aloud. I thanked her for allowing me to use her kitchen and call it my own. I told her how grateful I was for all of her kitchen tools/gadgets. This is when Whiskey started to accept the presence that he sensed–after I spoke, and wasn’t afraid of it.

When I told him; James seemed to believe me; but I think it was more because he was afraid of being shamed into thinking I am silly. I asked James if he ever felt his Mom; and he strongly denied it. However, I have felt her…and I had not ever met her before she passed. But, a woman can sense when another woman is in her home; making changes to it.

I’m not sure when that was whhen I felt her so strongly…but, I believe that she visited again, earlier today. It was brief…but, Whiskey is still refusing to leave my lap. It has been well over one hour…

I’ve taken video of how Mr. Whiskey behaved and in this clip The Princess is acting out of sorts, too…