Good boy!

Good boy!

Last night, Mr. Whiskey was grunting at me (to get my attention) as he was sitting by the screen door. I looked at him, and asked, “Do you have to go potty, baby?” He immediately began “dancing”-his ‘potty dance.’ Walking toward the door, I said; “Baby, it’s raining hard outside!” I thought he would recognize that, and decide to use the potty pad in the laundry room inside of the house.

He quickly ran outside onto the grass…and after doing what he needed to do, he ran inside and stood by the shelf where I keep the towel to dry the baby’s fur before going completely indoors. #GoodBoy🐶

“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…

The Ballad of Whiskey the puppy by BrandysBrain

Since Coco is in heat; I’ve been allowing Whiskey to sleep upstairs with me in my bedroom. Normally they sleep on their doggy bed together. Whiskey doesn’t understand why he is alone in their bed…so, I allow him to come upstairs.

I’ve tried bringing one of the potty pads up with me so he would not get confused…it never worked and I would awaken to a small pile of poo in the hallway. So the past two nights, I did not bring the potty pad upstairs with me. He went downstairs and used the potty pad instead of the floor!

Today, as I was cleaning my bedroom; I took out a pile of plastic bags kept beneath my bed, because I use ’em to line my garbage pails. The white (‘Walmart’ bags) had yellow liquid on them–Whiskey looked at me with an “Oh no…I am in trouble” look.

I did not scold him because he was in a new place and had no clue where to pee pee…but for some reason, the theme to ‘The Beverly Hillbillie’s’ began playing in my head. I wrote lyrics and I’ve revised them since I shared ’em with Mom. Tell me what you think…
Pee on the potty pad, Whiskey! Theme Lyrics
The Ballad of Whiskey the puppy by BrandysBrain

(sung in the tune of “The Beverly Hillbilly’s” theme song)

Come and listen to a story about a pup named Whiskey—
Poor little guy couldn’t find a place to pee.
Then one night as his Hu-mommy lay sleepin’
Down beneath the bed his urine started seepin’.

Pee that is, golden shower, southern tee (tee)

Well, the first thing you know ol’ boy’s found out,
Kinfolk said, “Whiskey, don’t pee there!”
Said “Potty pad’s the place you need to pee”
So his Mom loaded up her hands and took him down to see.

Stairs, that is. Down them are two potty pads; it ain’t that far.

Well now it’s time to say good bye to Whiskey and his lil’ sin
And I would like to thank ya folks fer kindly understandin’,
You’re all invited back a gain to this locality
To witness Brandy’s tolerancy.

Humanity that is—Set a spell—Take yer shoes off.
Ya’ll come back now, there’s no pee-pee here.

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The Ballad of Jed Clampett by Paul Henning – Beverly Hillbillies Lyrics

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
Then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.

Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.

Well the first thing you know ol Jed’s a millionaire,
Kinfolk said “Jed move away from there”
Said “Californy is the place you ought to be”
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly.

Hills, that is. Swimmin pools, movie stars.

Well now its time to say good by to Jed and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.
You’re all invited back a gain to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality

Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.
Y’all come back now, y’hear?