A large bipedal thing stalking our cabin in Vermont

I've been waiting to write about this unsure of how to present it. There are some people who believe in Bigfoot and some people who don't. But, if this is what was stalking us in Vermont, this will be the second time in 15 years that I have seen one. 

This occurred over two days during the winter while staying in a cabin in Vermont in a tiny town. 

We are surrounded by mountains and hills and I often crack jokes about how a "Bigfoot(s)" must be living somewhere around here, perhaps up on one of these mountains, and I would say to my mother and my son how I wanted to see another one, although at a distance for obvious reasons (I previously saw one years ago back on my farm). 

I love all animals including woodland creatures. I've already been up close with a black Bear over several weeks who I named Thor.

Thor would visit me two or three times a week (pics below). He would come right up on our front porch, sit down, stand up, he would come to the window and gently place his huge paw on the window and over time I would put my hand on the glass as his paw was and he would just look at me and tilt his huge head. He would sit like a dog at my front door, I swear he waited for me to open it and it took everything I had (and my son who stopped me) to not feed him. Thor would literally come and just hang out on my porch. 

I've previously made friends with two Canadian geese who I named Prince and Bella and they would spend afternoons with me out by a pond eating from my hand. I have had squirrels run up my leg and curl up into my neck, Chipmunks too got them eating out of my hand, and I have always wanted to see a Moose in real-life rather than on a caution sign on our roads, although again at a distance. I love all animals it's just the way I am. 

In an earlier post I wrote about how eerily quiet it is here late at night. The stillness and lack of outside sounds when you are sitting outside at that time of night can be a bit creepy especially when there are not many lights at all let alone street lights. Basically anything could be lurking in the woods around us and we would never know if not that is, for our three dogs. 

One night it was super late, it was snowing and I was up watching the history channel when our dogs began growling. The growling evolved into barking and so I decided to take one of them with me to go outside onto the front porch. 

My son was awake and on the other side of the cabin and my mother was sleeping. I was not going to bother my son to come out with me, I had one of the dogs so I felt secure. 

I take our dog out (she is on leash) and onto the porch and she immediately stuck her nose up in the air and began sniffing. I could not smell anything, but it was clear that she could. 

My dog was pulling me to leave the porch and so I did. While we are walking in the front yard, she repeatedly lifted her head into the air sniffing something when she quickly stopped and she began to look straight ahead at the woods. 

She became so focused on whatever it was that she could smell that she began growling and trying to pull toward the woods. 

I refused and instead I had to pull her back repeatedly to get her back onto the porch and into the cabin. 

When I finally got her back into the cabin, the other dogs are now pacing back and forth between three different windows growling, and the hair on their backs were standing up. 

I went and got my son and I told him that the dogs were acting like something (maybe a bear) was in the yard. I told him how our female acted when I took her out. 

My son and I both go outside onto the front porch and we could distinctly hear what sounded like a person or something was walking in the woods. Initially we both thought it may have been a Deer or Moose, but we kept listening and it sounded different. It sounded even louder than what I think a human walking would make, and after listening for a few minutes, we realized that it was not a Deer or a Moose. Let me tell you why.

My son picked up a small piece of stone or a piece of paver that was on the porch and he through it in the general direction of where the sound seemed like it was coming from. My son wanted to scare whatever animal it was away so we could hear it run off and determine that it was in fact an animal and not a person as either sound would be pretty distinct. 

My son threw it and we didn't hear anything run from being spooked as a Deer may do. Instead about 30 or 40 seconds later, a tree branch was thrown from the woods into the yard.

We both looked at each other and said "what the hell is that called?". At the time, it wasn't so funny because neither one of us knew if it was just coincidence that a branch just so happen to be thrown toward us, right after my son threw a stone into the woods.
 
There was no wind, it wasn't raining and so we kind of knew a branch had not fallen from a tree and somehow landed near us in the yard. 

My son and I quickly go inside. I get my cell phone because whatever it is I want to try to video, and my son gets a weapon and a dog. 

When we came back out, we heard absolutely nothing and our dog hadn't a care in the world. 
We thought that whatever it was had quickly left when we went inside. 

So, by now my mom's awake, well she had been awake from the dogs growling and barking before we went out, I just didn't know she was awake. 

What does mom say? 

"I heard the dogs barking, and I could have sworn I heard something in the back yard". 

Of course we tell her that we thought we heard "an animal" in the yard. No point in scaring her and telling her it could have been a person or that something threw something at us after we threw something.

Instead, I tell her that we took one of the dogs out and it must have scared "the animal" away because it seems like it is gone and the dogs are all back to normal. And then to switch the subject, I say oh and by the way; its snowing like hell out. My mom was then automatically redirected to the snow and I knew that is what she would be thinking about instead.

My mom eventually went back to bed, my son went back to what he was doing and I go and make sure all the curtains are closed, because I didn't want whatever that was to peek into the windows, and I then go back to watching the History channel. I'm feeling a bit anxious and so I know it will be difficult for me to go to sleep. 

An hour or so later, my son comes into the room and tells me he's going out to check things out one last time. Of course I don't want my son out there by himself at this point and so I'm going with him.

We go back outside and into the front yard and this time we can hear something heavily walking, like it is coming from around the right side of the cabin toward us, and we get a strong odor of what I could only describe as urine and skunk. 

I'm immediately thinking that thing never actually left maybe. My son grabs my arm as if to not move, and we both hear heavy breathing and a strange (I call it 1/2 snorting, 1/2 growling) sound. 

Whatever this thing was, was big. And with each step it took it was a thump. This was no Deer, no Moose (although Moose do snort), and if it was a person, he would have had to be huge. 

We can hear our dogs barking again and two of them were in the windows clawing at them to get out, we could hear their nails clicking against the windows. They were completely freaked out. 

My son and I quickly went inside and locked the door (using all locks). 

I remembered when my son jokingly said to me when we first came to the cabin months ago; "There must be a reason why this cabin has 4 locks on both doors, I wonder what they are trying to keep out". At the time, I didn't take it seriously and I laughed it off.

Today? I'm really beginning to wonder. 

I went to my mom and told her "the animal" was back but I believed the dogs would scare it away again. I did this because I knew the dogs likely had woken her up again and I wanted to take a look in her room to make sure her curtains were closed.  

Whatever was out there didn't come up on the porch, perhaps the dogs had something to do with that. But I'm telling you, I was anxious.

I knew that when my friend Thor the Bear would come to visit me, at anytime he could have come straight through my front door if he wanted to if he was ever agitated. And, here is this thing out there walking around our cabin, surrounded by forest and in this tiny little town and I have no idea how dangerous or wild this thing is. I only knew that it sounded big and the sounds it made only made me feel worse. 

I was on edge, I'm not going to lie. Every noise made me think it was that thing. Neither me or my son got much sleep that night at all. My son tried to make me feel better but I was nervous all night.  

I spent most of the next day thinking about what happened the night before and I ended up spilling my guts to my mother. I couldn't help it, I wanted to talk about it. I also planned to have my phone ready and handy ahead of time for that night just in case whatever it was came back, despite that my son told me that it would be difficult to get a good video at night with a cell phone. 

That night; nothing. I stayed awake as tired as I was but nothing went on. 

The following morning I grab my coffee and I head out to the front porch with my mom. 

We are sitting in the Adirondack chairs and I feel the sense that we are being watched. At the time, one may think it was paranoia because of what had recently happened, but it wasn't as you will read. 

With my eyes, I'm scanning the area and the field of snow across from us when something catches my eye. I see something at a distance; large, black and furry. Initially It looked like it was standing between a tree and a mound of snow watching us on the front porch. 

I knew what was there did not belong there. It was out of place.

Not trying to be alarmed, I ask my mother if she can see what I am seeing across from us in the field. My mom says that she see's something black on "that snow bank", which was really a dirt mound under the snow. 

It looked like this thing was trying to hide from us while it was watching us.

I want to go inside to get my phone but I don't want my mom out there alone and so I make her go inside. The whole time she's telling me that she didn't want me going out there either. 

Our dogs were not growling or barking this time, but I think it's because this thing was toward the back of the field across from us. It wasn't close enough to make the dogs bark. 

I grabbed my phone and went back outside to get a picture. This is what I caught...

At first glance you really can't see it (I will enlarge it so you can). Also, I noticed when I went back out to take the pic, this thing got onto its stomach and was trying to hide behind the mound while watching us. 

I took two pics and went in to show my mother. When I went back out to get a video, he was gone (last picture).

In the pic below, you can make out the black figure to the right of the mound

                                  Enlarged (enlarged bigger next pic)

This is the same pic enlarged further. You can clearly see the black figure to the right of the mound. I went in to show my mother, and when I went back out to get video he was gone (next pic) 

The black figure was gone (Enlarged next pic) 

It would be easy for anyone to say that this black thing could have been a person or any kind of animal. After the experience my son and I had, the noise it made, the odor and it's massive body dwarfing that mound before it laid on its stomach in the snow, I do not know of any animal on two feet that is that big and that wide. 

Since this day, we have had no other experiences with any bipedal creatures. 

Perhaps he was curious and happened to stumble onto our cabin and after hearing our dogs maybe he thought twice about doing anything. But to know enough to go across the street and watch us from a distance is a little unnerving, and to know enough to leave when he knows we saw him watching us is that much more disturbing. 


Pics of Thor the black Bear who used to come and visit me below 

Thor...

Some of these were taken by my security cameras and others by my phone. Most of these pics were taken on different dates.

When our family dog became possessed and had to be euthanized

 Yes, it can and did happen.

Our beloved 10 year-old dog who was born in our home, was raised with all of us from birth, who loved “his kids”, who would walk beside them to protect them from falling into our inground pool, who would jump into the pool to drag their little asses back out when they were playing, to “rescue them”, he became possessed and only hours after the priest left our home from blessing it to make a relentless demon leave.

Our beloved dog lived for exactly 11 hours after he became possessed and until he had to be euthanized.

This is an honest to God true story that I still have a hard time wrapping my head around.

We could not take the demonic things that were happening anymore.

I literally had small pieces of paper with the word “Jesus” on them, taped to every window in my home and crucifixes over every door, because my mother in-law (a devout Christian) would tell me that the Devil cannot pass through any entrance with the name of Jesus or a crucifix over any entrances, unless invited.

We were at our wits end. 

Ok, maybe they can't come in, but how do we get them out?

I finally contacted the priest at our church and asked him to please come and bless our home and remove this awful demon(s) that was inhabiting our home; a ritual we were no strangers to and would usually work at least for a short time.

On this particular day, the day our priest came to the house, my little grandson (and first born grandson) who was 9 months old at the time was crawling all over our dog, grabbing at his face, kissing him and laying on him, running his little cars up and down his back that afternoon.

At about 2pm I heard a knock at the door, knowing it was the priest and that our dog was intimidating to people who had never met him (he was 159 lb. Rottweiler, he was a big boy) I decided to put him in a room so the priest wasn't placed into an odd or frightening situation, despite that our dog was not aggressive. 

The priest came into our house, he asked me a few questions and began going room to room in every cabinet, closet and draw, under beds and every crack of the room blessing it while reciting prayers out loud and spraying holy water.

The priest began in the down stairs family room, closets, bedrooms, bathroom and utility room and worked his way up to the main floor.

He blessed the kitchen, dining room, living room, office and great room and when he got to the room where I had our dog in, I told him that my dog was in there and why I had put him in room, and so the priest thanked me in a funny kind of tone, and he did not open the door to bless that room.

Our priest then headed up the stairs to bless three more bedrooms and a bathroom and all of the closets and the draws to the bureaus within.

Before leaving, our priest blessed everyone in the house and he firmly told me that whatever was in this house was gone and had no choice but to leave because he blessed every room, closet and draw. He said “There was no place in the house for this thing to run away to or to hide”.

Feeling confident and very relieved, I thanked him and he left never once thinking about our dog or the room that I had him in.

It was approximately 4pm at this point and so I began getting my dinner ready as we normally ate dinner around 5 – 5:30pm.

After dinner, the kids and I cleared the table, we filled the dishwasher, wiped down the counters and swept the floors as we always did. 

At approximately 9pm - 9:30pm I was in the office on the computer with our dog laying on the floor behind my office chair when my sixteen year-old daughter came in to give me a hug and kiss goodnight because she was going to bed.

I remember having my back to her as she entered the office because I was facing the computer and she bent down to give our dog a kiss goodnight as she always did, when I suddenly heard a blood curling scream. I will never forget the sound of her scream.

I jumped up and saw my dog had my baby's entire face in his mouth, with his upper body off the ground, and as his body was coming back down, copious amounts of blood was spewing from the front of my daughters face.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion and I began to scream for help.

As I got to my daughter the front of my dogs body had met the floor and he was jumping up again as he tried to grab her face a second time, when I threw my body on top of him causing his entire body to slam against the floor.

My poor baby had both of her hands holding the front of her face as she was screaming by the time my husband got into the office. Oh my God, there was so much blood everywhere.

I don't know how I did, but I got hold of our dog and threw his gigantic body through the office door and tackled him to the floor a second time because by now our other 4 kids were running into the office and I was terrified that he would attack one of them too.

All the while my husband screaming "get away from him" afraid that he was going to attack me next.

Our oldest daughter was already calling 911 and I could hear her crying uncontrollably as she was trying to relay information to 911.

My husband was helping our daughter and all I knew was that I had to get our dog out and away from our other kids and so I shoved him into the closest room available, which was the same room that he was in when the priest came that afternoon only seven hours earlier.

Within 10 minutes, 4 state troopers, 2 local police, an ambulance and a fire truck showed up. Unknown to us at the time, they had also called the local vet to the house knowing it was a severe dog bite caused by what they believed at the time was a rabid dog, despite my oldest daughters objections that there was no way our dog had rabies.

Our sixteen year-old daughter was taken with my husband to the hospital and I stayed behind to handle the troopers, police, the vet and our other kids when I over-heard the troopers saying they wanted to take my dog out to our field and “have some fun with him".

Our oldest daughter in tears, heard while trying to process what had just happened to her younger sister, the troopers talk about our beloved family dog as if he was some rabid monster that they were going to take into the field and have fun purposely torturing him with bullets. 

I remember seeing and hearing my oldest daughter yell at the troopers that they were not going to touch our dog (over her dead body) and she said that "this was not him, that something was wrong". 

At this point, I don't know what end is up and I'm experiencing all kinds of emotions from hurt and anger to fear and worry about my daughter who was just rushed away by ambulance because our family dog just mauled her face.

All I heard was my oldest yelling and the troopers saying "Have fun with him".

They literally wanted to take our dog out to the field and torture him. Our family dog who had always loved “his kids”, slept with them and had always protected them.

Oh My God, this is our family dog, my daughters faces has been mauled, I was trying to process everything while also thinking about how my 9 month old grandson was playing with him, grabbing his face, kissing him only hours earlier. I cannot express the image that repeated in my mind. 

Our oldest daughter was in tears over her sister, and also over our beloved dog who had never done anything like this before, let alone ever shown any kind of aggression toward anyone in his whole life.

He was part of our family. And these strangers want to take him out to a field to torture him?

These idiots even tried telling me that I had no choice but to hand the dog over to them immediately. They even tried guilting me using my daughter who had just been mauled. 

Nope, not going to happen. I was then told that I (somehow me) was responsible for having the local vet come to my house after hours, as if I was the one who asked him to. Not. 

I told them they needed to leave so I could meet my husband at the hospital to be with our daughter. I'm obviously not going to leave these fruit cakes alone with my kids. 

Before they left, I was told that in the morning I would have to produce paperwork that proved our dog had his rabies shot or I had no choice but to hand him over. Of course my dogs always had all of their shots so I knew it wasn't rabies.

This was so out of character for our dog, all of this was truly unbelievable.

Additionally, when you get your dog their rabies shots the town is alerted from the vet for licensing purposes (where we live at least), and it is recorded by the town which then makes you license your dog usually in spring, so I know all they have to do is contact the town to find out if our dog received his rabies shot (which he did). 

They tried everything to force me to hand our dog over to them but I wouldn't budge. I thanked them for coming out and told them they needed to leave and that I would decide what was going to happen next, knowing full well that once our dog attacked one of our kids, he could never be trusted again and he would need to be euthanized.

After they left, I brought our dog who now appeared “back to normal” in every possibly way, out to the barn before I left for the hospital. 

His reaction was almost as if he knew what he did. He was cowering, he'd look up at me and then look away when I would make eye contact with him. He knew, at least for that moment that he had done something terrible.

I did not realize in that moment that that would be the last glimpse I would get of our dog being "back to normal" and was able to realize for himself that he had done something wrong.

I brought him out to the barn out of fear and into one of our kennels. I did not want him in the house with our other kids because I had no idea why he did what he did or if it would happen again. I only knew what he had just done and it was too dangerous to leave him in the house with my other kids.

All I knew was that our daughter, who he would climb in bed with to sleep with almost every night, literally bent over to kiss him goodnight as she had always done. There was nothing different or anything to indicate that something was wrong before he spontaneously tore through her beautiful face.

I got my dog into the kennel and I placed a cross on his forehead before closing the door to the kennel. This was something we did (and still do) in our family with each other nightly before going to bed. As I began to walk away and had my back toward my dog, I heard something that sounded like an object had hit the chain link kennel, followed by a disturbing growl come from my dog. 

When I say disturbing, the sound of this growl was not the sound of a dog growl, it was a very deep forced growl, that culminated in a sound almost like a screech, and it sent chills within my body. I turned around an my dog was standing inside his kennel by the door to it that I had just closed, but he was wagging his "nub" (his tail like most Rottweilers were docked to the 1st vertebrae resulting in what we called "nub") and he was acting back to normal like he wanted me to come back to him. 

However, I noticed that a metal food bowl that was in his kennel was outside of his kennel on the floor and it was on the ground in between two other kennels. The sound I heard of something hitting the chain link was of this bowl being thrown and hitting the other chain link kennels before landing in between them. 

My kennels were 6 feet wide, 6 feet tall and 8 feet deep and yet this bowl was somehow picked up and thrown over a 6 foot tall kennel. Due to everything that had happened that night and at the time, my mind dismissed it and I chalked it up to some fluke and didn't think much of it because I wanted to get to the hospital. 

I got to the hospital and a very good plastic surgeon was called in to help my daughter. 60% of the left side of our daughters face & mouth was missing and most of her nose was detached from her face.

Fortunately what we thought was “missing” from our daughters face was hidden and tucked inside of her mouth so the plastic surgeon was able to stitch my baby's face. He repeatedly would tare out the stitches around her lips and redo them because he wanted them to be “absolutely perfectly matched up to where they should be or were”.

After we returned home and got our daughter comfortable to be able to sleep, we tried to go to bed but really didn't. I was extremely worried about my daughter and I knew that our dog had to be put down. Once your dog does that to your kids, he can never be trusted again.

The next morning I called my own vet and told her what happened. She had me pick up tranquilizers to tranquilize our dog before bringing him in. I was truly at a loss. I wanted to know what made our beloved family dog suddenly do this to one of “:his kids”. This was literally out of nowhere.

I reminisced about how he knew who “his kids” were by the phrase. He literally knew; “go check on your kids”, had always protected and played with them, slept with them, cuddled with them, I just didn't understand.

I picked up the tranquilizers from my vet and I went home. This was not easy for me by any stretch. Of course I'm pissed off and hurt because of what he did to my baby, but why? This was so out of nowhere for him.

When I opened the door to the barn and approached the kennel that I had my dog in (I had kennels because I used to breed and train dogs for over 17 years at the time) I immediately noticed that he was laying down in a disturbing, un-natural position.

His hind end looked like he was melded into the back of the kennel, pushed up against the back wall of the kennel, with his two front paws and arms bent at the elbow in the opposite direction underneath his chest. Dogs' fore paws do not naturally bend that way. His arms would need to be broken to be in this position. I was really taken aback by this and alarmed and so I called out to him. I really didn't believe what I was seeing and maybe it just "looked" that way. 

But, he would not move or even acknowledge me which is extremely rare for him. This is a dog who understood over 36 + words and hand signals, listened and responded on a dime.
When I left him the night before, he was wagging his nub and acting normal. 

This time, he didn't acknowledge me or even blink. He just stared straight ahead of him.

I was afraid. I wasn't afraid of him, even if he had lost his mind completely, he is in a zoo quality kennel, I was afraid because I knew something was terribly wrong, but I had no idea what it was.

As I turned around to walk away, I hear a whine coming from him and when I turn around and look, he's standing by the kennel door wagging his tail. Of course this brought my mind to thoughts of “he's back to normal” and so I thank God and I walk back over to him as if he is the dog that he always was. 

This was not the case. As soon as I said his name and pushed my hand through the kennel to pat him, he began growling at me and looked at me as if he did not know who I even was. It was a horrible experience.

There was nothing behind his eyes.

Here is a dog that I raised with my kids from birth who we loved with all of our hearts and trusted, all of a sudden he attacked our daughter and he does not even recognize me.

It was like he would be normal when I would walk away, then immediately switch back to being a monster when I approached him. He would switch to growling and I would walk away filled with hurt and emotions hard to explain. As I walked away, he would whine and wag his tail and act like the dog I always knew. It was a very bizarre experience.

But then it occurred to me, our dog and the room he was in where the only things that were not blessed by the priest. And, whatever was “in” my dog was trying to trick me and torment me by whining and wagging his tail (acting normal) when I would walk away in tears, but would growl at me when I would return to him. This would also explain the un-natural position our dog was in when I first went to him in the morning.

But, the reality was; this was not my dog. His mind had now been completely taken over by something that monstrously hurt our beautiful daughter, and would result in the death of our beloved dog.

The demon that was inhabiting our dog was purposely playing games with my emotions and trying to trick me. But, that's how Demons operate. 

I would walk away and our dog would act normal which would make me go back to see “my dog”, but then when I got to my dog, he would growl at me to show me he wasn't my dog.
It was Heart wrenching, after all that had happened.

My husband grabbed his 9MM for protection, was able to literally swing a muzzle onto our beloved family dog and got him into the truck, and he and I brought him to our vet. I was never able to give him the tranquilizers because I was never able to get close enough to him to even give him food with the tranquilizers in it.

I insisted on being with my dog when they started the IV that would euthanize him but he didn't even know I was there. He wouldn't acknowledge me, that I was there or even look at me, he just kept staring straight and it seemed he never blinked.

After they were successful at administering tranquilizers, I kissed him on the muzzle that covered his nose, I put a cross on his head and I said I loved him and that I was sorry, and he never once looked at me. 

I only hoped that my dog's mind was so far gone that he didn't realize what was happening.

A big part of me died.

But this is how Demons work, they get off on the hurt they can cause you.

I know, from dealing with ignorant people for over 17 years that people may say; "he is a Rottweiler, what else did you expect?".  

No. Stop the ignorance. 

Rottweilers are not bred to attack and maul, they were bred to "protect". Just as Pit Bulls were originally bred in Ireland to hunt boar, and not bred to attack and maul or to be placed into a "pit" to fight. 

 Each breed of dog was bred for a specific purpose. 

However, in our society each breed takes its decades long turn of societies ignorance: German Shepard's were smart, yet fierce, then it was Doberman Pinchers who were killers, then it was Rottweilers who were the demonic killers, then it was Pitbulls who were killers with "locking jaws". 

I noticed that the Cane Corso is the up and coming breed that you will probably being hearing more and more about next as being the new vicious breed. 

Each of these breeds were bred for a specific purpose, yet none of them were bred to kill people. 

And an FYI there is no locking mechanism in a Pitbull's jaw as you may have heard. That is just absolutely false and it has has been proven false over and over again. But, it goes to show you the misinformation people will throw out there. 

I was a former dog handler for many years, I know what it takes to make an aggressive dog and they are not just "born people killers". 

I will go one further here and say one day one of my daughters' was notified on FB that two Pitbull puppies from Portsmouth NH were going to be "put down" if they were not adopted within something like 48 hours. My daughter immediately contacted them and said we (me and her) would take at least one of them as at the time we could not take them both. 

Upon arrival to pick up the puppy in Portsmouth NH (which was a 6 week old female puppy) we were told that her father was "bred to kill", saw him and his ferociousness and we were terrified. We were again told that she was being put down, this time it was because "her and her brother's nose were too long" for a "pitbull". 

We were also told by the mother of the girl who placed the posting on FB that her daughter had taken this little angel from her dog mother at 3 weeks old and was brought to UMASS to live with the girl. When the girl could not keep her at the college she had to find a home for her.

I don't know anyone with a brain cell who does this kind of stuff to animals: take a 3 week old puppy from its mother at all, to live in a college no less, "breed a dog to kill" or "we're going to put her down because her nose is too long". 

At this point I had wished they had brought the little angels brother with her to meet us because after hearing all of this, I would have taken him too despite that I wasn't in a position at the time to take both pups. I would have made it work.
I just wanted to save these little babies from these people. 

The pic on the right is a pic of the little angel cuddled up inside my daughters jacket on our ride home after picking her up. My daughter named her "Nike".

And, here she is all grown up...

Despite that her father was "bred to kill" and that he clearly had no people skills, I have never had such a maternal, loving dog in all of the years that I have worked with dogs. That is an absolute true story.

Nike, is the kind of dog who is, well, maternal. That's the only word that I can use to describe her personality. She is the embodiment of being a loving, nurturing, mother to everyone.

She thinks she knows what's best... for all of us, and she has no problem vocalizing her opinion when you defy her wishes. 


And, here she is today with our other two dogs...

Since day one Nike prefers to be "under", that means cuddled up under blankets at all times, every day. She has many but you are witness to her favorite one. 

If anyone of us are sitting on the couch and we don't get the hint that she wants to be "under", she will let you know to cover her by pushing the blanket up with her nose and she will paw at it until you cover her. She actually prefers to be completely under blankets, head and all, but she always has one at least on her.

So regarding some people who will say or who will think that our beloved family dog who attacked my daughter, attacked her because he was a Rottweiler, please stop the nonsense and think about what it really could have been that made him attack, as hard or as profound as it is to believe. 

A Realization

I hope everyone had a beautiful Christmas and that you all have a happy New Year!!

I've been staying for the winter in a cabin in Vermont (an interesting story).

While we are here, strange things began to happen and I began to write about it until it finally occurred to me that the more I was writing about it, the more things was happening!

Here is a small excerpt from what I have been working on at the time, in the image on the right. If you click on the image, it should enlarge.

Due to the many, many strange things that have happened to my family, I couldn't help but to search for a reason, to make sense of it all, for all the strangeness, when it finally hit me.

Anyone who knows me, knows I am Hermetic and live my life by it. And as such I have been studying Hermetics and Physics for a long time, almost 10 years really.

Throughout this, somehow I missed it. I entirely missed the cause of the strangeness in our lives.

I don't know if it was from the early trauma caused by “seeing terrifying things” that most people don't see or experience, if it came from a staunch Catholic lifestyle I lived prior for almost 30 years that conditioned me to believe anything was evil if it defied Christianity, or if I just wanted to believe that I and some of my kids were in fact “Indigo” and that somehow we had some kind of mystifying ability not shared by most people.

Either way, I figured it out.

I guess it took spending time away in a cabin, in an unfamiliar place, in unfamiliar surroundings and the strange events that got us here, to begin my journey to uncover the truth, even though I had been living the strangeness for so long. What I uncovered is profound and I am now writing about it on another blog.

Those links will take you to the new blog and the first one; to the story that will explain what took me so long to figure out and the 2nd one will take you to how I used one of the stories from my book that helps to kind of piece it together. 

You'll find more, other interesting stories from my unusual life there as well. On the new blog is also a form if you would like to contact me directly if you have any questions.

It would serve you well to know, that when I eventually figured this out and stopped writing about the strangeness in the cabin, the strangeness stopped completely.

We were all (including my elder mom and our 3 dogs) experiencing such disturbing things from the second night we were in the cabin. It wasn't until I stopped writing about it, that it all stopped and has ceased to happen since and we have been here for a couple of months.

The new blog explains how and why these things were happening and provides free information for anyone who wants to learn how to create / manifest what they want in their life, and how to avoid creating / manifesting the things that we encountered; the unwanted.

As I wrote on my new blog, I have been able to create over $12,000.00 in extra cash in less than 3 months from Oct. to Dec. 2022, plus a free cabin. Prior to this, I created $10,000.00 that I keep rolled up in an elastic in the back of my junk draw in my kitchen. 

But, this is only because I have been able to direct my focus and sensing in a different direction.

I have learned how to control and direct my focus and senses on the things that I want, rather than being out of control of it and creating the strangeness and all of the things that haunted us.

In the end, some people have a natural inclination toward this and they can create things without much effort, and some people can learn to do it and others will have a difficult time. I think some of my kids and I happen to fall into the former group. I just needed to learn how to guide it.

If you are interested, you can visit my new blog by clicking here 

I Think We Got A "New One"

Last night (May 5, 2022) at about 1:45am, my adult daughter who was sleeping in one of our upstairs bedrooms had her bedroom window open approximately 3 inches, across from her bed, when she heard a loud growl from outside. I'd like to add here that her bedroom is above our front porch. The growl was loud enough that she heard it over the sound of her TV.

My daughter assumed it may have been the Black Bear that was here  on April 23, 2022 at around 1:30am and so she came down stairs and woke me up to tell me that the Bear was back. 

Our cameras were not going off and our dogs were not barking. Nevertheless, I looked out onto my front porch and all I noticed was a rather small white round light in our small front yard that I really didn't think much of, and chalked it up to a light from a neighbors yard. 

To me, it looked like the light could have been, or I assumed that the light was at a distance. Because it was small, at night and dark out, it was plausible that it could have been at a distance from my sight perspective. 

I have no idea what made the growling sound, all I know is at that time, my dogs were not disturbed and my security cameras were not going off as they did the night that the Bear came on to my front porch. 

My daughter went back upstairs, and me, now awake, decided to throw the TV in my living room on and I would just cuddle up with the dogs and watch the Food Network (as I often do with my mother, and also when I can't get back to sleep). 

Approximately fifteen minutes later, my dogs started barking (but not crazily) and my adult son, realizing I was in the living room, came into the living room and he told me that there was something that "hit" his window (which is on the first floor) and it woke him up.

He said he looked out of the window but nothing was there. He came out to get a drink and he noticed that I was up and decided to tell me.

So, he and I started walking around the house, going from each window room to room looking out but neither one of us noticed anything unusual. 

As we reached the kitchen, we heard a loud bang on a window in our living room, which made the dogs react with aggressive barking and jumping up on the window sills (we have 3 tall windows in our living room). They bark at anything or anybody that goes by on any normal day, but they only bark like this and to that degree, if something is in our yard.

Now, I'm beginning to get the feeling that I always get when I know something paranormal is lurking around (More on that, possession and ghosts in my book "No One Would Believe It")

As the dogs are freaking out, my mother, now also awake, yells my name from her bed, and asks me if there is a car outside or if I just locked my truck, because she heard a horn go off twice. 

I go to my mom while my son, now with my cell phone, looking to see if anything was on the security cameras, is still trying to figure out what the dogs are barking at and what was hitting the windows, and he yell's "Hey Ma, your lights are going on and off, " My lights I said? and my daughter, yells down the stairs; "Guess what's here?" (Yes, she feels when they are around too).

My son was referring to the headlights on my truck as I later realized. The headlights were turning on and off. And, my daughter was referring to the usual paranormal - ghostly shit we deal with and have dealt with for years. 

Clearly, something was trying to and was successfully getting our attention. 

Our dogs abruptly stopped barking, two of them walked over to the couch, jumped on and curled into a ball. Our third dog walked into the kitchen for their water bowl (which is really a water fountain) before joining the other dogs on the couch. 

What the hell just happened here I said. 

As quickly as everything began, it ended. Just like that. 

This is what my son found on our cameras. The funny thing is, the camera didn't record, there was an error message and the app now says that particular camera (we have many for obvious reasons) went "offline". In fact, as of this morning, I have been trying to get it back online but for some reason it won't connect.

So, I will try again in a little bit, but for now I wanted to add this story today, to the collection. 

Seriously, no one would believe it. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. 

Thanks for reading and have a great day!!

 

I was just notified via email that my blog is in the top 90 Paranormal blogs on Feed Spot which is the most comprehensive list of  the Best Paranormal Blogs and Websites on the internet.

Our Late Night Visitor, I think it's becoming His Habit

It began last summer. Let me just start there.

I personally love all animals, although I'm quite partial specifically to dogs, having three of my own right now. 

But, I also have an affinity for woodland creatures. I mean; Squirrels, Birds, Raccoons, Fox, Bear and Moose. 

As far as Bears go, here in NH, we have Black Bears.

When I think of Bears, I automatically think they are living, eating and rearing their cubs deep in the woods. Perhaps they may creep and have crept, into someone's yard in a rural neighborhood in different areas of NH, in effort to get to a food source; a bird feeder or to a suet cage. 

Most times you hear of this either during fall or as it approaches, when the winter is not too far off. But, for the most part, I believe they are pretty well restricted to being deep in the woods.

But for me, I attract (as you know if you have read my book or on this blog) all kinds of people, ghosts, other anomalies, UFO's and... animals of all kinds. 

I have had Canadian Geese in my former yard, who would come right up to me while I gardened. So used to me they were, that I gave them names; "Henry" and "Bella" and they would sit next to me daily and eat from my hand. As the weeks went by, more Canadian Geese would flock to my yard.

I remember going to the Deerfield Fair one year and upon exiting our truck with our young kids, a baby squirrel ran right up to me, grabbed onto my leg and shimmied himself all the way up to my neck where he burrowed his tiny little head. My kids were all excited.

Another time, on our previous farm in one of our smaller barns that we always referred to as "The Tractor Barn", my kids were playing outside and came running in because they saw a "Cat" in the wagon to our tractor, which at the time was also full of hay because we used to take the kids on hay rides.

When they saw it, I was thinking that this Cat was a stray domesticated cat and so, I went out to see what they were talking about. 

I reached the barn and sure enough there was a Cat. But, it was a Bobcat and the Bobcat had babies in my tractor wagon. I told the kids to go inside because I was nervous that momma Bobcat would feel threatened and she would of course protect her babies. 

The kids went inside and as I watched this beautiful animal and her babies, I pondered the idea of calling Fish and Game for our safety and for momma Bobcat and her babies. But, as I turned to walk back toward my house, momma Bobcat jumped off of the tractor and sprung over to me and as soon as I realized it, I quickly froze. 

I've never seen a Bobcat in real life, but I did know that any animal will protect its young, and here I was possibly appearing as a threat to her. So, I froze.

She surprised me though. She literally walked over to me and rubbed her body against my legs. 

Of course I'm thinking "Is this the calm before the storm?", "Is she going to pounce?"

 I'll admit, I was very nervous. 

But, she was super mellow. She sniffed my legs, rubbed her body all over the lower half of my body and at one point, she even got onto her hind legs with her front paws stretched onto me. 

I waited until she went back to her babies and I thought that maybe she came to me because she needed food. 

Instead of calling Fish and Game, I went into my house, opened a bunch of cans of Tuna Fish and I fed her. I told my kids to stay away from the Tractor Barn until momma Bobcat and her babies leave. 

Daily I went out and brought her food. She remained with her babies at my house and in my tractor wagon for about 5 or 6 weeks. Then one day they were gone and they never came back.

I currently do not live in a rural area at all (I'm actually going to be moving soon to a larger and much more rural home). We have neighbors all around us, something my dogs are just not used to. Our neighbors jog, walk, gather outside etc. but my dogs are used to having space and a lot of acreage, so they do a lot of barking here needless to say.

Well, last summer one night my security cameras went off in the middle of the night and... and my dogs were barking like crazy and I heard a bump on a window in my living room.

I looked out of the living room window and onto my porch, and there was a beautiful Black Bear on my front porch and he was leaning on the window. 

I did not have the night vision turned on (not sure why) so, the pictures that were taken were kind of dark, but you could see or make out that it was in fact a Black Bear and when I opened the shades, he looked right at me!

Absolutely gorgeous! I would have loved to give him a huge hug or at least to go out and see him. And at this point, my elder mother and my adult son are now looking out the window and my son is convincing me not to open the door. 

The bear got up onto his hind legs and I think he was trying to sniff for the dogs because they were barking like crazy, when he bumped his face off of the window.

At the time, I felt he was hungry and I so wanted to feed him.

Why else would he be here right?

But, I guess if you feed Bears and they get friendly, that's how they end up being shot. So, feeding him was not a good idea despite the strong desire that pulled me to do so. Besides, looking back, the fact that we have children and other animals; dogs and cats in the neighborhood, feeding the Bear would have put everyone at risk. 

So, I decided that I would just be happy with the dark pictures that my cameras got and be fortunate that I was able to see a Black Bear so up close, even if it was a through a window.

Fast forward now to April of this year (2022). 

It was around April 23rd and again in the middle of the night, my security cameras start going off like crazy again and my dogs start losing their minds barking when I look out and Mr. Gorgeous Bear is back, right there on my front porch again!

The beautiful Black Bear had come back. 

So, relying on my cameras to take pictures (night vision is on), I didn't bother to grab my cell phone. 

I wanted so much to go and open the door, but again my son is standing there with the look of;
"Don't you dare ma". So, instead, I opened the shades all the way and this is what I saw...

How cool is that?

One of my security cam's took the pic at the same moment and there he was looking right at me!

I got so excited, and I knew at the moment that we made eye contact, that it was going to draw him closer. I somehow just knew. 

Sure enough, he came up and over to the window. 

My dogs were going bananas and I was a bit nervous that the barking would anger Mr. Bear so, my son removed all three dogs from the living room. Although it didn't stop them from barking, at least they were no longer in the window where Mr. Bear could see them. 

Mr. Bear decided to come up on to my porch, he was looking at my front door.

Mr. Bear then walked across my front porch before finally taking seat and sitting at my front door, like a dog waiting to be let in. It was absolutely adorable! 

I felt horrible because I knew he was hungry and there was really nothing I could do. I'm sure he would have thoroughly enjoyed a peanut butter sandwich or two, or something, poor thing. 

He, by no means appears to be malnourished but, I did feel compelled to give him something to eat.

However, living where I live right now, I knew that would have been a poor decision. So, I decided instead to just take in this beautiful sight for as long as it lasted. 

If I were back on my farm, it is highly probable that I would have fed him, made friends with him and I would have probably named him something like "Thor".  

At that time on the farm, we saw all kinds of things that came to visit besides a momma Bobcat; demons, possessions, ghosts and a Big Foot, yes a Big Foot. You can read these stories in my book "No One Would Believe It"

What I don't understand is why or how this Bear, came to my house on two separate occasions, only 10 months apart, and to my neighborhood, which is literally only 3 miles from the busy down town area. And, I suspect he will be back again (stay tuned)

It's very unusual. I've never seen or heard of a Bear visiting so close to a down town area or in such a populated area and neighborhood, have you?

When Mr. Bear (Thor) finally left my house, he was probably disappointed that I didn't feed him, poor baby. But, I watched him slowly walk off of my porch, through my small front yard and onto the street, where he walked into the darkness, assuming he took the same path that got him here in the first place. 

Despite that this is not a paranormal, demonic or UFO story, I felt it worthy to add it to the collection of strange events that happen to us daily. It's never dull here!

Thanks for reading, Have a good one!!

OUT OF THIS WORLD The Bald doctors with big black eyes and long fingers

I remember receiving a call from my nephew.

It was April 10, 1994 at about six o'clock pm, but I honestly don't remember what day of the week it was. We still lived in our Londonderry NH home at this time.

My nephew needed a ride to the video store in Derry NH. The store was called Video Update and my nephew was going to give me a few bucks in gas and he offered to pump the gas for me in exchange for the ride.  At the time, my husband and I had four young children,  and we drove an older model Ford Bronco.

I agreed to pick up my nephew and take him.  It was an odd night, and I honestly do not even remember picking my nephew up, but I do remember parking in the parking lot in front of Video Update. Both of us were in the truck and I parked with the nose of the bronco facing the store.

I remember my nephew exiting my truck and going into the store.  I also remember my nephew getting back into my truck shortly after, and of myself telling my nephew that the night seemed eerie to me. It just seemed to be an odd night.

I have no memory of getting gas, of my nephew pumping gas or of driving my nephew back home.

My next memory is of being alone, and driving by Walmart in Derry toward Londonderry to go back home.  At that time, Walmart was on the opposite side of the road from where it is now in Derry and I would most times take Stonehenge Rd to go back home in Londonderry, when leaving that side of Derry. 

However, following the memory of driving by Walmart to go back home, my memory slips again and I have no memory of anything until I get to an area, that at the time were woods on my left, and just before a street called East Yellowstone Dr.  I saw something that caught my attention above the woods. 

I noticed a large, bright white-yellowish light that seemed to be still, above the tree line, which at that time would not be so very odd, given that planes would often fly over because the Manchester NH Airport isn't all that far from the area.

But, I did something odd. 

I did something that I didn't normally do, I remember taking that left onto East Yellowstone Dr. I don't even remember putting on my blinker when I did turn. But I did turn onto the street, and when I did, my eyes were fixed on the sky particularly over a blue and white split entry house with a large bay window that sat on the left side of the road. 

The blue and white house is important as you will read in a moment. There, directly above the blue and white house barely above the tree line, was an enormous, brushed silver, oval-ish object. 

The object had huge, tall windows all around it that were lit up yellowish, but the object  made absolutely no noise, my window was down about two inches and I heard absolutely nothing. I pulled over to the right side of the road, I remember a tall wooden fence being on my right.

I was in absolute awe at this thing and I put my truck in park to watch it.  When I put my hand on the driver side door handle to open the truck to get a better look, I became paralyzed. Literally paralyzed, I could not move. I couldn't move my hands, my legs or my body.  I couldn't even move my head, it was stuck in position looking towards the left which was towards the blue and white house.

The only thing that I remember being able to move was my eyes and at that point, I moved my eyes to look at the clock inside my truck which displayed 8:10pm. I looked at the clock because I wanted to document the time that this experience happened. Despite that I could not move, I did not feel afraid, what I felt was "this couldn't really be happening", I was in awe. 

I was looking from underneath this object and saw no door under it or anything resembling a door from my perspective, when something else caught my eye;

Four little figures that were lit up like small, yellow squares on the front lawn of the blue and white house.  These little boxes were moving quickly around the front and side of this house (the side meaning the right side of the house from my perspective)

The yellow squares seemed to change or shape shift from small to large and were moving fast in the direction of the object.  As they moved quickly, I began to make out heads, elbows, feet, hands and the squares were becoming elongated as in tall, like a human. It appeared as if they were trying to “line up” with the object.

I could not believe what I was watching, and I could not believe that no one in that blue and white house was in the window watching too! 

I saw that they had lights on in the house, but I saw no silhouette of anyone in the house or near the window looking out.

I swear to God that if anyone in that blue and white house simply walked over to the bay window in front of the house, and looked up or in the front of their house, they definitely would have seen all of this going on.  But, it was eerily quiet, no noise, absolutely quiet, no other cars, no dogs barking, no human movement, nothing. I felt as though I was seeing something I was not supposed to see.

 

In what seemed like a split second, it was done. The silent object, in a matter of a second or so, quietly backed up a couple of feet (or it seemed from my perspective) and it left in a split second.  It was completely gone. Almost as if it disappeared into thin air.

A couple of seconds later, I got the feeling back in my body.  Fear then started to fill my mind. What I had just experienced was surreal. I put the truck in drive and drove home which was literally around the corner.

But, the story doesn't stop here and neither do they:

When I got home, my four little ones were already in bed, their bed time being 7:30pm. 

I went around the house quickly checking windows in the bedrooms, bathrooms etc. to make sure they were closed and locked, back door, all doors. I was like a maniac running around the house. My husband asked me what was wrong with me. He said, and I quote; “Hun, your freaking out, I can see sweat on your face, your pale and you're racing around like a maniac, what's going on?”

So, I took him down stairs into the family room, not wanting my little ones to hear in case the older ones were awake, and I quietly told him what had just happened.  I'm not sure that he completely believed me, until the next morning when …  

My husband woke me up in the morning telling me that I needed to see what my three year old daughter did, and what she had to say. My husband told our little girl to tell me what she had told him.

This is what she told me:

The bald doctors came and took her into the “pie ship” and put her “on” a cold tub.  She said they had long fingers and big, black eyes.  She said there was a nice bald “lady” who held her hand and a mean “bald man”.  She told us that we (me and her father) were also there on cold tubs but we couldn't move.  

After telling me what she had to say, my little girl took my hand and wanted me to follow her and so I did.  

She took me to her bedroom and showed me the window that the bald doctors came into her bedroom from and then she took me behind her bedroom door.

There on the wall behind her bedroom door, my little girl with crayons had drawn what appeared to be the shape of a pie and stick figures of people with very large heads, huge eyes, long fingers and a table.

She called them the “bald doctors", she called the pie shaped thing “the pie ship” and she called the table the “cold tub”.  My little girl would even show us that when the doctors  came, we could all walk through walls and into the pie ship.

In showing us, my little daughter would start walking toward the wall, and when she reached the wall, she would continue to walk, with her little head up against the wall as if she could walk through it. It was quite unsettling to watch.

From this moment on, our family would experience encounters with these bald doctors until my three year old little girl turned twelve.  We were not even living in the same house at this point.  

We always knew when they were coming, because our 3 year old little girl would tell us each and every night before they would come, where in the house they would enter and from where in the sky they would come from.  It wasn't nightly, but it was a few times per month and nerve racking each time.

At one point, on a night that my 10 year old daughter had a friend sleep over, I remember my little 3 year old daughter coming to us and saying the bald doctors were coming.  Within 45 minutes, the lights in the house started flickering, it was like a strobe light, and I remember my husband gathering everyone into the living room so we were all together and my daughters friend asking what was going on.

How do you keep five children calm or tell a child staying over night at your house what is going on? Needless to say, we stopped having sleep overs.

Ironically, two months after the very first experience with the bald doctors, a neighbor who at the time lived at the end of our cul de sac, whom I had never met, oddly came to me one day and asked me if I had seen anything strange in the neighborhood.  Apparently, she had witnessed something in her back yard that she believed to be un-explainable.

She referred to having UFO sightings in her back yard between 2 and 3am and at least three times.

 
On another strange night, my four year old daughter woke up in hysteria saying that there was a “purple” light that came spinning in the air down the hallway and into her bedroom.  She said it didn't make any noise, and she insisted that it went over to the crib where my baby was sleeping before it disappeared.  

From this point on, I would put my little 3 year old daughter to bed and in - her - bed, but night after night I would find her sleeping under her bed until she was 12 years old because of the “bald doctors”.  This continued  even long after we moved out of our house in Londonderry and to a new house, in a new town thirty minutes away.

If by chance my 3 year old daughter had over heard any conversation that my husband and I had at that time about my own experience, how would she be able to relate a pie to the shape of an object that I saw of which we would refer to as a UFO?  

I certainly did not refer to the object as a pie or shaped like a pie, I identified it to my husband blatantly as a brushed silver, UFO. I certainly never mentioned bald doctors with long fingers and big black eyes. And, where did the “cold tub” come from? You need to remember, this was a 3 year old little girl.  

* During this time, I was forced to remember my C-Section scar for the C-Section I never had, and the  miscarriage of a 12 week old fetus that doctors insisted I was having but was impossible, 8 weeks after delivering my baby girl in 1990 and after another UFO sighting I had 3 months earlier.

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.

* The back story to the non - C Section and miscarriage after a UFO sighting can be found in my book
"No One Would Believe It" and a sighting I had in another post 

Today, we are still visited...

The following pictures were recently taken by my security cameras 

Our Family Dog Came Back To Visit Us, One Day After He died Unexpectedly

 In 2019 we had four dogs. 

Our  male (Ty), his color .. in dog terms; was red and white, and he was the oldest at 7.5 years old.
And, we have three females who are all black and white.

One of the females, who was also the youngest of our dogs, was 2 years old at the time that our beloved male died unexpectedly. This little girl was the daughter of our male. She was born through an accidental litter.

When his daughter was born, her mother and all of the other puppies from her litter would not bother with her. Her mother refused to nurse her, her litter mates literally left her alone. My male however, would often cuddle with her and he would lick specifically; her little eyes.

So, I would feed her with a tiny bottle, I would hold her and carry her around, and at night, I would rest her in the crook of my neck where she would fall asleep and where she would be throughout the night.
 

A few weeks had gone by and this little girl was growing fast. She was twice the size of all of the other puppies and I noticed that when I would put this little girl down, she would not walk.
She would instead roll over on her back and cry. I'm one to spoil my dogs and so I would pick her up and carry her around, every day and all day. 

Her preferred position was always on her back in my arms, where I would calm her by rubbing her little belly. It soothed her tremendously.

When she was 8 weeks old, my little girl was huge compared to all of the other puppies. She looked like the size of a three month old Newfoundland or a little bear cub, despite that she is an American Pitbull Terrier. She looked like a little black and white bear. So, I named her Panda Bear.

I was concerned for her size and the fact that she refused to walk, and made a mental note to ask the Vet at their check up if my little girl could have Acromegaly, which is gigantism. I knew the chances of her having this were close to none, but I love my dogs and I want to make sure they are all OK.

 At 8 weeks old, we brought the litter to the Vet for a health check up and to get their shots.

One by one the Vet was checking them from head to paws, giving them their shots and all was OK, until the Vet got to my little girl. 

The Vet patted my baby, she made comment on her size and when she began to check her little eyes, the Vet immediately said; "this puppy is blind". 

I was shocked. But, it now made sense why my little girl refused to walk, why she preferred to be on her back; it gave her security, why her mother and her litter mates would have nothing to do with her and it explained why my male would often lick her little eyes.

He knew. 

Our Vet told us that we had to make her walk, and to stop carrying her around because she had to learn how to navigate on her own. The Vet also told us that although very small, there was a very small chance that her eyesight with time, could become a little bit better. 

The Vet also told us that she did not believe that she had Acromegaly, she was just a big girl.

The families came to pick up their new puppies, and we decided to keep my little girl. To be honest, I was afraid to place her with anyone due to her handicap. I knew that I could take care of her, I knew that from the time she was born, I was the person who took care of her and who she had come to know would sooth her, and so she became a member of our family.

So, despite that my little girl did not look blind, she was and we now had to find ways to make her walk and how to help her learn how to get around in her world of darkness. 

The first few days did not go well at all. 

I would put her down and she would just cry and cry. It broke my heart to see her all by herself sitting in a room just crying. She would cry, and when she didn't get the reaction from me that she wanted, she would throw herself on her back, kicking her little legs, because in the past, she knew I would come to her, pick her up and I would rub her little belly soothing her into sleep.

Needless to say, the first few days did not go well. I had a real hard time just leaving her on the floor, so, I would, I'll admit, pick her up, carry her around and I would sooth her. But, these were in between leaving her on the floor more and more often. 

When my little girl was four months old, it became difficult if not impossible to carry her around anymore because she was getting too big, her size never slowed and at this point, she weighed just under 65 pounds. So, carrying her around wasn't an option anymore. 

She learned however that she could still be soothed with a belly rub, if she climbed onto the couch and got onto her back. 

It would take us nine long months to teach my little baby and for her to have the confidence to walk through a doorway thresh hold, and it would take another two months to teach her how to walk up and down stairs. 

Teaching her how to walk up and down the stairs was a challenge. Not so much for the trek up the stairs, but getting her back down inevitably resulted in a face plant. 

She would climb to the top of the stairs (what a good, brave girl), then when it came time to come back down, she would start off slowly with me stepping on each stair, until she would be half way down and somehow she became top heavy I guess, and each step became quicker and she couldn't quite slow herself down towards the bottom, and there she would be... face planted into the wall at the bottom of the stairs. 

We ended up piling up a bunch of pillows between the wall and the stairs for a couple of weeks and until she could do this without face planting. 

At this point, my little girl had finally been accepted by her mother for sometime now, who now often cuddles with her and cleans her the way dogs do. And my little girl is accepted by our other female who wrestles and plays with her daily. 

My little girl is now almost out weighing her father, despite that he doesn't wrestle or play with her too much, I think due to her size, there he is; still every now and then licking her eyes as he stops while passing by her in the living room. 

As time went on, I began to notice that my male (Ty) was getting a bit of a belly. This was odd for him because he was the typical; muscular, defined, solid and tight American Pitbull Terrier. I remember making a silly comment to him one day while he was sitting next to me on the couch and I was ... rubbing his belly.

I said; "Hey little buddy, your gettin' old huh, you're gettin' a belly". 

At the time, I made a mental note of it because to me this potbelly came out of nowhere. 

A month or so went by, he did not seem to be gaining anymore weight and other then sleeping more often, he seemed fine, so the potbelly thing was no longer a concern of mine. 

A couple of weeks later, I came home from work and as I'm getting out of my truck, I can hear my dogs howling for me. They do this every time I get home. My male starts the crowd going until they are all in a full blown howl, until I walk through the door.

I got inside and my mom ( my dogs granny nanny) told me that my male had been coughing, and she thought that maybe he had eaten something or had something stuck in his throat. 

I checked him out, he seemed fine other then coughing a few times. Maybe allergies I thought. 

Well no one could have predicted what would happen and so quickly.

The next day, he is coughing more. I call my Vet and she tells me to give him Coconut oil to sooth his throat and I could give him Benadryl if he needed it, because it may be allergies. So, I go out and buy some Coconut oil and I began giving it to him. It seemed to help the first couple of days. So, I continued to give it to him and I kept Benadryl on hand.

The only thing different that I noticed was that he was following me around the house and into the bathroom, something he hasn't done in a long time.

After a week of this, one night while laying on the couch, I notice that he is laying behind my mothers recliner (odd) and I hear him breathing. 

That's concerning and so I call to him and he comes out but he is breathing heavier than normal. I call to my son and my son decided to take him out to get fresh air. 

He went out with my son, but he didn't want to walk. He just stood in the same spot and was breathing heavy. So, my son went to take him back in, but he refused to walk up the stairs. 

My son had to pick him up and carry him into the house. 

Now in through the door, which you can see from across the room where I was on the couch, my son unhooked his leash and my dog immediately tried to come to me.

But, as he quickly walked through the thresh hold between the entry way and the living room and literally five feet from me, he suddenly stopped, stared at me, I heard the slight sound of a pop, his body jerked to one side and he fell over with all four of his legs stretched out stiff. 

In panic, I screamed for my dog, followed by screaming for my son, who had just left the room. 

I ran to my dog, but he was gone. In an instant, my baby was gone.

There was a puddle of fluid that was getting bigger and bigger coming out of his mouth while he lay motionless on the floor. 

Eventually we learned that my dog died from undiagnosed congestive heart failure. 

The potbelly, the coughing and finally his labored breathing were all because of an undiagnosed illness. The fluid that spilled out of his precious mouth, was from his lungs, which had been filling, causing him to have a hard time to breath. 

He was two months shy of being 8 years old, at the time that he died. 

My son gently wrapped him in my baby boy's blanket, and we took him to my Vet, I wanted him to be cremated.

The next day, we noticed that our three female dogs were laying together in a pile in the living room. My son snapped the following picture with his cell phone of Panda Bear, because at that moment, she looked different...

This is Ty's daughter, and yet it isn't...his daughter Panda Bear is black and white (see below) and at this point she weighs 120 lbs. and she is bigger than her father.

You can clearly see that the dog in the picture, who is supposed to be his daughter (Panda Bear) is the same exact color of and looks just like her father Ty, who passed away one day earlier.

At the time that the above picture was taken, my baby boy Ty had passed away the night before and was at the Vet wrapped in his blanket. Yet, here he is in this image that was taken in our living room the day after he died. This picture is of his daughter (Panda Bear) resting her head on one of our other females, but she looks just like him!

The picture to the left shows how different Ty and Panda Bear look from one another. There is an obvious difference.

How can Ty be in the above picture that was taken after he died?

But, once again, the strangeness doesn't stop there.

Two weeks had gone by. I now have my baby boy's ashes in my living room. When my son and I had come home one afternoon from the grocery store and got out of the truck, we immediately heard our dogs howling like they always do.

But, you can actually hear four dog howling and the distinct sound of my baby boy's howl!

Each of our dogs has a different type of howl and a different tone to their howl. Ty was the one who usually got them all going.

My son and I stopped in our tracks and looked at each other. Oh my God, you can actually hear "Ty" I said. My son looked at me and he said; "Ma, listen, you can actually hear him howling, his howl", "How friggen strange is that?" he said.

When we got inside, the dogs stopped howling as usual but my mom ( our dogs granny nanny) had her hand covering her mouth and her eyes were welled up in tears.

My baby boy was my mom's companion and she took it as hard as I did when he died. 

She said that she could hear my baby boy's howl distinctly too. She said she watched all three dogs start howling but, she could hear Ty's howl distinctly. 

Today, my baby boy Ty doesn't show up in anymore pictures, but when we come home, the dogs still howl and we can still hear Ty's howl. 

Its gotten to the point that at times when my son and I come home together, we get out of the truck and upon hearing the dogs howl, my son inevitably say's;" Hi Ty, we can hear you too buddy", "Thanks for letting us know you're here". 

I used to get annoyed sometimes when they would howl, because I thought it may have aggravated our neighbors, but now I look forward to it.

The following year, during a routine check up with the dogs, it was discovered by the Vet that my not so little girl Panda Bear, Ty's daughter, her eyesight has been almost 100% restored! 

Crazy right? But true!!

This is his daughter today...

 

        

Today, she weighs 130lbs. She is fifty pounds heavier than her father and she is 1/2 inch shorter than he was. And she still prefers to be on her back getting her belly rubs. In fact, she will still cry to get them!!