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