I think my dog is seeing a ghost too!
http://forum.oes.org/viewtopic.php?t=3649 I do have a collie mix ("Boomer") I adopted from a shelter in PA, where I used to live, who just turned four years old. Nine months ago, I became pretty ill and wound up in the hospital. At that time my daughter insisted I move out to Colorado and live with her, which I did. My bedroom/office is in the basement. It's really quite nice, and Boomer is with me 24/7. When we moved in here, my daughter, son-in-law and grandkids told me about the "ghost" that lives in my closet. I just smiled and pretty much laughed it off and haven't thought much about it now for the last eight months. Last month, out of nowhere, Boomer started "following" something with her eyes. It would pretty much be limited to the side of the room where my closet was. She would "pounce" on it (more like a cat than a dog) and eventually "chase it" to my closet, where she would sit for a few minutes sniffing under the door, just waiting for "it" to emerge. (She just did it again now, at 7:00 in the morning, which prompted me to finally do a search for this.) Boomer is pretty anal about all her toys, and if there is just one that is out of her reach, whether she really plays with it or not, she whines and sniffs and claws until I reach under whatever piece of furniture and retrieve it for her. The one thing Boomer NEVER is, is WRONG. She's batting 100% in the credibility department, which is why this is so strange to me. She did this twice last night -- the same thing -- following "it" with her eyes, pouncing and "chasing" it as it ran into the closet. I even opened up the closet door and let her sniff all around there. Sometimes she whimpers, especially if I say "Go get it," but sometimes even if I don't say anything. I personally believe in another "dimension;" however, I don't believe I have the "sense" required to see what perhaps she sees. I have followed her eyes and watch her pounce on "it," but I never see anything -- no bug, no mouse -- NOTHING. Last night, in the time span of about 15 to 20 minutes, after she did this twice, I heard a noise, the likes of which I have never heard before, coming from the same area of the room. It didn't sound like a human. It didn't sound like any animal I've ever heard before. It's impossible to describe, other than to say it sounded sort of distressed. Boomer didn't make any fuss at all at the noise, but it sort of sent a chill up my spine. In all fairness, it was near the window, and it could have been an animal outside, even though the sound was brand new to my ears. When we lived in PA, Boomer would go nuts if anything was in the yard. She'd wake me up at 3:00 in the morning barking at something, and there was always a reason for it -- whether it was a deer or a chipmunk -- she'd go nuts. If there are verifiable animal noises outside here in Colorado, she still barks, but she had no reaction whatsoever to the sound I heard last night. Like I said, this dog has 100% credibility -- there is always a reason for anything that attracts her attention. Your stories on this board are fascinating. I especially found the one about the mother's perfume to be very interesting. After my mother died, I "smelled" the flowers from the funeral home for months; I still occasionally sense that smell, and she died 24 years ago. Before moving out here, I lived in the house I grew up in as a child, with both my parents having been deceased. I had a boyfriend who had that "it" sense, and I can't even begin to describe the things I saw firsthand. I truly believe my mom and/or dad were trying to get rid of him (turns out with good reason). When he left, all the "spookiness" left, as well. I had never in my life seen anything like it before and have never seen anything like it since. Again, I apologize for "crashing" your Old English Sheepdog site. Maybe this is an issue that transcends specific breed of dog. I'd certainly love to know your thoughts about what I've shared with you. For what it's worth, my money is on Boomer!  |
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| Very strange! I think Boomer must be sensing something we cannot see or hear. Stranger things have happened. Dogs and cats have a much greater sense of smell and hearing than we do. Following that line of thought, might they also have a much finer sense of things unseen? |
| Marlene, welcome to the forum. You didn't "crash." There's a lot of people here who don't have a sheepdog (like me) and some don't even have dogs (like me)! So feel free to hang around. We're a pretty friendly bunch.
I used to believe in ghosts/spirits/the afterlife. Then my dad died and I stopped believing. But stories like yours make me think "there might be something to this." I think animals are more sensitive to "what's out there." Yep, my money is on Boomer too! |
| When my father died 1 of my sheepies was crying like a wolf, wich she never did before.
She had no special contact with my dad, but it was so strange to see her so upset. There is here in the netherlands a special name for animals who do that, the call them watchers, and it is told that they have a special gift to feel something is going to happen. Greetings Anita |
| I believe dogs sense more then we can ever know. A 6th sense. My money is on Boomer too, and welcome also to you.
Like the dogs they use for people that have epileptic fits, they can warn an owner hours before that a fit is going to happen. Also dogs/animals have been known to act strangely hours before natural disasters happen, so why not sensing what we can't as far as something supernatural. 
What a wonderful netherlands name for animals that can sense things "Watchers" very appropriate. |
Deskwench wrote: Very strange! I think Boomer must be sensing something we cannot see or hear. Stranger things have happened. Dogs and cats have a much greater sense of smell and hearing than we do. Following that line of thought, might they also have a much finer sense of things unseen?
I think she is, too, and I agree that animals have a much greater sense of smell and hearing. All I know is she has never ONCE been wrong in the past when she has "chased" something. I personally find the whole thing very fascinating. |
Paula O. wrote: Marlene, welcome to the forum. You didn't "crash." There's a lot of people here who don't have a sheepdog (like me) and some don't even have dogs (like me)! So feel free to hang around. We're a pretty friendly bunch.
I used to believe in ghosts/spirits/the afterlife. Then my dad died and I stopped believing. But stories like yours make me think "there might be something to this." I think animals are more sensitive to "what's out there." Yep, my money is on Boomer too! After reading the responses to my post, I'm thinking about registering on this site. Everyone seems to be so friendly and welcoming here, making it a very pleasant place to be. Though I'm more of a "dog person," I also have a cat. LOL. I've had three cats in my lifetime, and none of them has been the result of actually "wanting" a cat. The first one, just a kitten, belonged to my neighbor three doors up, visited my house in 1982 and refused to leave. He would jump up on the screen door and just HANG there. It was cute when he was a kitten, but he kept doing it well into adulthood, and I had to replace many screen doors. "Cuddles" also went through many more than "9 lives." It's bad when you begin to get Christmas cards from your vet! The second cat just "appeared" on my porch in 1996, about six months after the first one died. This was during the time I had the boyfriend who seemed to inspire "ghostly" incidents in my house. "Lover Boy" also refused to leave (the cat, not the boyfriend), and it turns out he is a purebred Norwegian Forest Cat. We attended a cat show within a few months of his "adoption" of us, only to find that the only breeder/seller on the East Coast lived within a few miles of me. It's obvious this cat was "dumped" by someone, but I'll never understand why he chose MY house, since there are many houses on the street. I must have the word "SUCKER" invisibly etched on my house. The ex-boyfriend always said that this cat would never stay around, that he was on a "quest." I told him that was nonsense, that the cat wasn't going anywhere and would, in fact, still be here long after the boyfriend was gone (which turned out to be true). The third cat was a Thanksgiving Day "gift" from boyfriend's daughter who felt that I "needed" my "own cat." I pointed out that although I was grateful for her thinking of me, (1) Nobody "needs" a cat, and (2) I already HAD my "own cat" ("Lover Boy"). (Translation: Her mom wouldn't allow her to keep the cat, so she gave it to me because she couldn't find another home for "Shasta.") In 2002, I moved from SE Pennsylvania to western PA, and I took both cats and my dog ("Gooper") with me. It was a very interesting ride. "Lover Boy," at this point getting old and unadventerous, never went out much. "Shasta" went outside all the time but always returned. Unfortunately, one day, about six months after my move, she didn't return. I get pretty sad when I think about it because she turned out to be a very loving cat. "Gooper" (a Keeshond) was a very happy little dog who literally "danced" around the house all the time. I found her at the local shelter. She was one of the victims of terrible abuse at a puppy mill that had been investigated and criminal charges filed against the owner. She always remained afraid of people, even the most animal-loving friends of mine. Four months after my move, she danced around, as usual, one night and the next morning couldn't even sit up. She had suffered a stroke, and I had to have her put to sleep. I cried like a baby, and a friend of mine insisted I get a puppy right away. I wasn't ready to do that but eventually did, and that's how I got "Boomer." Boomer was apparently tossed from a car with out-of-state tags when she was a puppy. The witness to this couldn't get the plate number, but he did get Boomer and took her to the local shelter. In February, after I was sick and hospitalized, my daughter bought a one-way ticket to PA, and we loaded up as much as we could, and she, I, Boomer and Lover Boy drove across country to Colorado where we (and the "ghost") now reside. Although I don't know Lover Boy's age, I'm guessing he's about 15 years old. He's been with me for ten years, and from what I've read about Norwegian Forest cats, they don't reach their mature size until they're about five years old. He certainly wasn't a kitten when he adopted us; he was full grown. Wow! Guess I've revealed way more than what you're interested in reading! Sorry for the length of this post, and thanks again for your very warm welcome. It's nice to get to know new people. |
anita65 wrote: When my father died 1 of my sheepies was crying like a wolf, wich she never did before.
She had no special contact with my dad, but it was so strange to see her so upset. There is here in the netherlands a special name for animals who do that, the call them watchers, and it is told that they have a special gift to feel something is going to happen. Greetings Anita Hello, Anita. Your post sent chills up my spine. Let me tell you why. In December of 1982, my mother had just been diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. She had undergone surgery, with a very bleak prognosis by the doctor. They caught it too late, and she was terminal. She was still in the ICU, but she had come through the surgery very well, and the next day they were planning on transferring her to a regular room. Although my dad and I knew she was going to die in a relatively short period of time, her immediate recovery from the surgery was going very well. That afternoon, my dad and I were looking for something in the basement when "Chantel" (their poodle) let out the most blood-curdling "howl" I have ever heard. I looked at my dad and said "What in the world was that?" He just shrugged his shoulders and didn't reply. Shortly after that, my dad began trying to "prepare" me. He told me that my mother was never coming out of that hospital alive. I told him that was ridiculous; everyone, including the doctor, said how well she was doing after surgery. Within 10 hours of Chantel's howl, I received a telephone call from my dad that my mother had just died of a pulmonary embolism. At the conclusion of my mother's viewing, my dad asked if I remembered Chantel's howl that afternoon whiel we were in the basement. I said of course I did; I'd never forget that sound. He then told me that when he was a little boy, he used to hear that sound all the time right before someone would die. They called it an "old wives' tale," but he said he witnessed it many times while growing up, and he knew when he heard Chantel that Mom wasn't coming home. "Watchers" is such an appropriate term. Although it's very difficult to describe the sound that Chantel made, the one thing that came through loud and clear was an extraordinary sense of grieving and loss, something I will never forget, and something I have always remembered on every December 11 since 1982, the date of my mother's death. |
lisaoes wrote: I believe dogs sense more then we can ever know. A 6th sense. My money is on Boomer too, and welcome also to you.
Like the dogs they use for people that have epileptic fits, they can warn an owner hours before that a fit is going to happen. Also dogs/animals have been known to act strangely hours before natural disasters happen, so why not sensing what we can't as far as something supernatural. What a wonderful netherlands name for animals that can sense things "Watchers" very appropriate. Thanks so much for the warm welcome. I've never heard about dogs and epilepsy before. I do remember hearing about animals seeking refuge hours before the "Christmas" tsunami hit in Asia, though. I agree they have a wonderful "6th sense" that I certainly don't have. That's why I find it so fascinating. I'm really TRYING to "prove" Boomer wrong when these things happen. Whatever she is chasing just isn't visible to me. Like I said, she has never EVER been wrong. I remember right after I moved in here, I was working and she started whining and scratching at one of the boxes that wasn't unpacked yet. I opened the box and just let her sniff inside. Sure enough, one of her toys was in there, several layers down. Once she retrieved it, she was immediately satisfied and calmed down. |
| Oh it's a big thing here campanion dogs for people with severe epilepsy, suitable dogs with an intuition are trained and placed in peoples homes to assist. Like guide dogs for the blind. We also have assistant dogs for people that are deaf and disabled people as well. All trained for specific purposes to assist those to be able to stay in their home enviroment. |
| Dear Marlene,
I totally understand what u mean by this howling.... My father was lost for two weeks......the police thought that something bad happend to him.... When they found my dad he was dead, and when they came to my house to bring the bad news my female sheepie started howling. I had to come with the police, and all the time i was away from home, she was howling, until i came back. she slept with me in bed that night..... Greetings Anita |
ok well i am really creeped out. i live alone with my sheepie and i tell you lat at night she will wake up from a dead sleep and growl or bark like crazy at something i cannot see. it took me so long just to accept there was no boogie man in my home. i have like 3 locks on every door now, but she still does it( in fact last night to be exact) i wounder now what she sees? 
o and welcom to the forum Marlene . i think we are an equal opportunity forum (ha! collies are welcom too  ) |
LAURENALICE wrote: ok well i am really creeped out. i live alone with my sheepie and i tell you lat at night she will wake up from a dead sleep and growl or bark like crazy at something i cannot see. it took me so long just to accept there was no boogie man in my home. i have like 3 locks on every door now, but she still does it( in fact last night to be exact) i wounder now what she sees?
o and welcom to the forum Marlene . i think we are an equal opportunity forum (ha! collies are welcom too )Hello, Laurenalice (what a pretty name). Thanks for your kind welcome, and I'm sorry if I creeped you out. That surely wasn't my intention. I have an update, but I'm not sure it solves anything. After I posted the last time, Boomer was still "chasing" whatever this thing is. This time I finally saw (I think) something. It was black, it wasn't the shape of a mouse but more like that of a stingray (without the tail and much smaller). It didn't run, but instead it seemed to "glide" across the floor and under the closet door. I've never seen anything move so fast, and to be honest with you, I doubted whether I really saw it at all. My daughter informed me that it couldn't have been a mouse because the mice around here aren't black; they're more of a brownish color. A few nights ago, "it" caught Boomer's attention again, and I began to look also, and I FINALLY saw what was definitely a mouse: The brownish color my daughter described, feet and all! It ran under the closet door, as well. By this time, I was convinced the mystery was solved and that I really was hallucinating when I saw the black thing "glide" across the floor. A year or so ago, I "met" a person on line on a message board with whom I became fast friends. She lives in Texas and is heavily involved in animal rescue and with some of the Katrina pets that were left behind during the hurricane. I even sent her a donation last year because I respected so much what she does. Anyway, we became email buddies, and although we had each other's phone numbers, we had never actually talked on the phone with each other. She is having surgery tomorrow, and I wanted to finally call her and speak to her, so I called her yesterday. I began to tell her about Boomer, and she started to tell me about her friend, Kenneth Ring (please..do a Google search on this guy!) and the fact that she had had two near-death experiences, after which she now "sees" ghosts. I had no idea she even believed in this stuff when I called her. When I told her about the black thing I saw gliding across the floor and was about to say that I probably hallucinated it, she interrupted me and asked if I thought I was seeing things and said that means that I'm probably going to start to be able to see ghosts soon! She said that is how it happened with her -- she saw something, almost out of the corner of her eye that made her think she was hallucinating. She had been involved with Kenneth Ring by this time because of her NDE, and she said the "thing" she saw looked more like the bottoms of pants legs. She said I could expect to hear a "swishing" sound of sorts next. (I haven't heard any noises at all.) The only thing I know for certain is that I DID see the mouse, and that explains Boomer's "chasing" to a certain extent. However, it doesn't explain her "chasing" of "things" in the air during the day. I watch her eyes, and she is "following" something -- no doubt about that. Most of the "stuff" that happens, actually happens upstairs. In fact, yesterday my granddaughter was watching TV upstairs, and the radio next to the TV suddenly came on -- on a totally different station from where it was set. (I figure there might be a logical explanation for the radio coming on, but I don't know how the station was changed.) The only thing that happened down here was the clock on my coffee pot was suddenly five hours off. I use that clock a lot and even have my coffee set to a timer. That clock was NOT wrong. And if the power had gone off, it would have been blinking for me to reset it. Althought I try to find a logical explanation for most things, I can't explain how that happened. I explained to my friend on the phone that although I'm open to the idea of other "planes" of consciousness and have always personally believed in reincarnation, I don't have what it takes to be sensitive to this kind of thing. She said that's starting to change, and to be honest, the thought of that is kind of scary to me. Maybe I really DID hallucinate the black thing, or maybe my friend is right. The mere fact that I decided to call her and talk to her personally, instead of email her like I usually do, kind of makes me wonder why at this particular point in time I was moved to do so. I had no previous knowledge that she was involved in this sort of thing. Frankly, if I did, I would have probably called her instead of searching out a board such as this one. I'm mostly skeptical about this stuff and always search for rational causes, but I'm finding that there aren't always rational causes for what's happening. I still believe that I don't have the "sense" required to actually enter that realm of consciousness, even though my friend said it's beginning. She said that whatever it is, it's giving me time to adjust to its presence and to "absorb" same before moving on to the next step. Either way, I find it somewhat fascinating, and I would urge you to not be creeped out when your dog does these things because one way or the other, something is probably there, and whatever it is, it doesn't seem to want to hurt you. Although my friend's explanation of it was startling and somewhat spooky, I'm still not certain that I didn't just hallucinate the "black" thing, although I was very startled when she explained it before I had even finished describing it. For the time being, I think I'll just favor the thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me. Either way, thanks again for the welcome, and I hope you have a great holiday! |
| Well, I believe you!! Weird things started happening to me several years ago...they come and go in phases...since we moved into this house things have been peaceful until the other night...
we are in the midst of a remodel...and while sitting in the family room, I heard a noise and looked toward the kitchen...a conduit wire had started swinging in a circle...no one was in the room...sheepie at my feet and husband in the shower... I still get freaked out sometimes..but have learned to live with it...I have had several experiences but dont want to go into it..because people either think Im weird or they dont believe me... |
Darcy wrote: Well, I believe you!! Weird things started happening to me several years ago...they come and go in phases...since we moved into this house things have been peaceful until the other night...
we are in the midst of a remodel...and while sitting in the family room, I heard a noise and looked toward the kitchen...a conduit wire had started swinging in a circle...no one was in the room...sheepie at my feet and husband in the shower... I still get freaked out sometimes..but have learned to live with it...I have had several experiences but dont want to go into it..because people either think Im weird or they dont believe me... Wow! How old is your house? (Makes me wonder if someone/thing is being "disturbed" by the renovations.) I know what you mean about not telling people about your experiences. LOL. When my former boyfriend and I were still together, I saw and heard things I had never seen or heard in my life, and there were only a few people I felt comfortable sharing with because it was all so bizarre. Fortunately, he saw the same things, so I had a "witness." When we broke up, it all stopped. This was almost six years ago. I came to feel sheltered from it all and was just fascinated because I felt I didn't have any "powers" myself and was just a member of the "audience." Now I don't know what to think. One of the strangest things that happened concerned a dream I had. I began to dream in color in my mid 20s and now routinely dream in color. But I had never, ever heard a voice or sound in any of my dreams. I had never met my boyfriend's mother because she passed away about 15 years before we met. I did see photos of her, though, and knew what she looked like. I had a dream one night of her warning me to stay away from him because he would hurt me. And I heard her VOICE in the dream. It was a very distinct voice, kind of deep and raspy, that did NOT match her photo. I described the voice to him and asked him if his mother sounded like that. He confirmed that she did and became visibly upset that I knew that. I then told him I had a dream about her (though I didn't have the heart to tell him what she said, even though, eventually, she turned out to be right. LOL) I remember being hospitalized while we were together, and he called me at the hospital and asked if I had called and whispered to him to "get out." I told him if I wanted him out, I would probably be SCREAMING it and that, no, I didn't make any such call. I asked him what was on the caller ID, and he said there was no record of the call. (I didn't believe that at the time because I thought ALL calls were recorded. A few years later, though, I received calls myself that weren't recorded on the caller ID, so now I know it can happen.) I honestly didn't believe him...until a few weeks later. His daughter lived out of state and would call us collect. We would let the answering machine take the message of her call and then call her back immediately in order to save money on the call. One night she called, and while the recording was playing with her name, suddenly it was there. The whispering VOICE, on the answering machine, clear as a bell, saying "Get out of there." We both freaked. We kept playing it over and over and over, trying to find a logical explanation for it. We never found such an explanation. Other things happened that were much stranger than that, but I don't have the nerve to mention them here because I don't want anyone to think I'm crazier than they already might think. LOL. Good luck, Darcy. I hope you can view it more as "entertainment" of sorts instead of fear, which is what I'm trying to do. If I didn't approach it that way, I don't think I could sleep at night! |
| lol....I have always dreamed in color...most people dont?? anyway, right before I married Brian, I was asleep in my own house, by myself....a voice whispered in my ear...loudly..."Dont hurt him.."...there was kind of a "static" charge feeling to the room??!! It freaked me out....and WHY would she say that...Ive never hurt anyone...lol...by the way, Brians mom had been dead for several yrs at that point...
I routinely have "cats" run over the foot of my bed, my pillow tugged on, the bed move and bump.... I have NEVER seen anything and for that I am extremely grateful....I have just learned to speak out and say...STOP IT, Im trying to sleep..... |
| Could I tell some stories..........I have never lived anywhere that I did not have SOME kind of close encounter. First my two dogs and cat in my first house would sit on the bed with me and "watch" something floating back and forth above the bed...all three of them at once. I, of course, saw nothing. I was walking my Sheltie one morning about 4:00 in the morning (I worked at Fedex with at start time of 5:15) and we both looked across the field at the railroad tracks and watched a "dog" walking along the tracks slowly, stopped and looked at us, and continued on then faded.
Danny (my Sheltie) looked at me and we just headed home. I actually SAW Danny "cross over" about two weeks after he was hit by a car. I was beyond grief stricken, as he was my entire life at the time that I lost him. After two weeks of sleeping on the sofa (I could not bring myself to sleep in bed without him next to me) I told myself that I had to move on. I "talked" to him and said how much I loved him, would always miss him, but that I had to let him go. When I said that there was a swirling black "tunnel" that sounded like thousands of beating wings that quickly rose next to me and through the ceiling and I felt a wave of peace that I cannot even describe. I of course, hyperventilated, knowing full well what had just happened. He had been with me for those two weeks not being able to "move on" himself. I know this sounds crazy, but I felt this was such a gift. I think of him often, even though we have four beautiful dogs that I love just as much, a cat, birds, sheep and chickens. This is just ONE story I have, so you are not alone. |
| So I googled "dogs sensing ghost" and found myself here. I have never written on a blog like this but would love some input into my situation. I live in an old apartment complex... built sometime in the 60's and have been here for a little under a year. I am up on the 20th floor. From hearing stories (and one situation just a few months ago) people in this building have died tragically. Well close to every other day my dog (Terrier mix) looks toward the kitchen cabinets and gets very scared, she runs to my lap and pushes herself against me staring at this area in the kitchen, and crying. This can go on for 5 minutes to 15 minutes at a time. We used to have her food dishes right below these cabinets and every time she was hungry she would grab a mouthful of dry food in her mouth and run to her bed and eat them... this would go on until she was full. A few times she has also stood in the hallway and just stands still looking at me as if not wanting to walk by the cabinets, this happens until I go get her. Then there will be times that I am cooking and in this area (and if you know my dog she neverrrr leaves you alone if there is food involved) and she would cry while stretching as if she was seeing something too scary to come closer towards these cabinets and just in that area. Last night is one situation where this went on a little longer... Myself and my dog Bear were right next to these cabinets while I was giving her a half a can of food I put the plate of her food down and stood next to her, she seemed completely fine. I walked away and sat on the bed, the next thing I knew she made a loud noise, barked and ran to me and did the same thing sitting on my lap crying and staring over towards the kitchen cabinets. I am just confused I have never had any situation of seeing a ghost or sensing a ghost but in my mind every time this happens its like there is something over by the cabinets trying to scare Bear. |
| Hi everybody
After reading Marlenes post and everybody's warm and wonderful welcome, I have decided to post my story as well. Actually, I am looking for input, I feel so sad about what my Baby (dog, psst dont tell him he doesnt know ) has to go through. We live here in this Mobile Home for almost 5 years, out of these 5 years I have my dog Toby for over 4 years. He is a Corgi/Border collie mix. I know I am partial, but he is beautiful physically and personality wise. We know that "Grandpa" died in our House and I have no problem with it. I believe in spirits and the afterlife, and "share" my space with who ever wants to hang around. "Grandpa", he was the Father of my Landlords/Friends, is a bit of a jokester. He messes with me from time to time, hiding things etc. Nothing to heavy. When my Husband makes improvements on the house he seems to be around more then when there is nothing being done. Now to Toby...About a year ago, he started acting "funny" in the House. He spends most of the day outside, we have 2 fenced acres. Evenings he comes in and relaxes under "Daddy's chair. When it started he would nervously look up in a certain corner of the room and look around, very nervous very stressed, he would look for cover. After a while, he would relax and things went back to normal. The problem is, that it has increased to the point where Toby does not even want to come in the house anymore in the evening. If I finally coax him to , he comes in, Tail pinched between his legs, looking left and right and left and right, like something will come out and jump him. Then he would run to our bedroom and litterly hide under the bed, hardly any coaxing will get him out. He looks terrified. I feel guilty most evenings that I even coax him into the house, just so that he can suffer. Toby is our 'little boy" we love him to pieces and I hate to see him so scared. We also have 2 cats, they dont seem to be affected at all about it. My Friends dogs, three Schnauzers, come and go all day long and they dont seem to have a problem either. Does anybody have an Idea. I am thinking about going to Cesar Milan and beg him to come up and help us. Thank you for listening, you seem to be a great group Renate |
| Hi everybody....
at first Greetings from Germany.....hmm Yesterday morning at work....i logged in, in the Forum...since a long time ago....I`ve read the Add about the Doggies and Ghosts.....hm...very intersting.... I came home at 2.30 pm.....told my wife about the Watch-Dogs....Oh Michael....you`re crazy she said...hmm...they don`t exist.... At 6 pm i talked to an admin of a brand new OES Forum over here in Germany.....I told her about the Watch Dogs Article.... She said...I`ve heard about Dogs in the Netherlands...that they told Watch Dogs....hmm At 6.10pm my sheepies run crazy...no idea...barking like hell..really At 6.20pm my brother stand in front of the Door...hmm...said: Michael. come....our Father died 6.15 pm.... What should I say...???...the hole day....today....the article about the "Watch Dogs" is in my head...in me....could that be?? no idea.... Greetings Michael....the little sad Guy...and ShaggyBear-Dad from Germany |
| Michael I am so sad to hear about your Dad. My heart goes out to you. Welcome back...a few of us where just talking about you the other day. We hadn't seen you on the forum for a while. It is good to hear from you...I just wish it was under happier circumstances. |
| Michael,
I'm so sorry to read of your Dad's passing. A loss of your parent is a very difficult thing. Give your Shaggy Bear an extra rub for me and for your Dad, too. |
| So sorry about your Father Michael, so sad.
About 17 odd years ago my Dad used to come down my house 3 times a week to see the kids after school. This one Wednesday he came down (he had a bad heart problem) and my then Yorkie sat with him all afternoon, not unusual he was a very quiet man and the yorkies loved him. But she sat on his knee and kept kissing him and wouldn't get off his lap not even for a treat. I took Dad home at tea time, I sometimes did this as he got tired easily. He said he was tired when I left him at his house, and was fed up being old or something similar. My yorkie was very quiet and very sad for the rest of the night. Dad died at 8.30 next morning. I am sure she sensed something...  |
| Hi thank You....All.....for?...sorry....I don`t know the right word....Sorry...
I say thank You!!!!.... Today....we burried him....I hope, that i found the right word??...burrial..sorry...it`s not so easy....to tell...to write....in the morning, they delivered all the stuff to decorate...the Grave....very nice....All in Spring flowers....orange, red, yellow.....great....absolutely wonderful....really.... My brother and me we talked the first word since years....on sunday...always trouble...you know... He said....Hey Brother shoot good Photos...of that....overhere...I made it... so we`ve talked...He..what do you think??...I`ve said: very nice...very very nice, a good thing to start again....and try to find contact...again....beetween us???....okay....good to go.... under this sircumst. ...YES..... we ARE ON A GOOD WAY....to find us....and our families again.....in a way... WE were a Family today....since Years.....brandnew Thing for me...and my Wife... My Doggies knew.....everything...I`m sure.....Bonny is not pregnant....no D-Litter in Spring....we`ve checked it yesterday afternoon......The Vet looked at me....Isaid.....God...thank you....Thank you very much...no Litter in Spring....!!!! You must know, our father was 87 years.....and Mom is 82.....we have no reall idea what`s coming up.....during the Year....we must see.....# For me...it was hard in double today.....to see everybody again.....Family...since Years...again.....My family was my Wife...and the ShaggyBears.....no one else.....since Years..... It was very nice....to see everybody....my brothers kids....but not so easy to handle..... I will try....to find my....our way tonight.....to handle everything....with the Family....I`ve heard Topics like: We`re afraid of Dogs....like Yours....the Size....okay...... The Sheepies are my Sheepies.....they are like Kids.....my Kids....they live with us.....anyway........ My Kids...... They ate nothing this morning....my Kids.....They knew....Daddy is in trouble....a bit........so..... I must cry....sorry.....I hear from You....excuse my stupid English again....sorry....... Sheepies in Trust..... Greetings Michael from Germany.....BYE |
| I am glad that you have the chance to make amends with you brother. I am still so sorry for you father's passing. It's a hard thing. |
| Ich bin für deinen Verlust traurig.
(excuse the literal translations) |
| So.....thank you.....
Thank You very, very much for Your Pleasure.....sorry....I hope that was the right Word.....????? Tomorrow is OUR Day again to light the candle.....for our old Boy, Chivas....he died....6 Years ago.....on my Wives Birthday....that we haven`t celebrate anymore.......since that time...... and now.....the candle is burning for my Father......too..... NO Day.....to celebrate....and Party.....it will be....MY.....OUR ....Quiet Day tomorrow....really..... Thank You.....very Mouch...really..... and excuse my stupid English again....I have no Gift for my wife tomorrow.......nothing.....only a burning candle,,,,,nothing else,,,,,for the old Boy....and NOW.....my Father.......... BUT.....we ....Christa.......my wife said......Michael You and me...... we drive up>>>>> there........YOU doing nice Shots of the Grave......only You and Your Father....???....alone?....for MY Birthday???? She said that....####.... I`m soooooo.....sorry....... Tears coming.....sorry...... Excuse.... Michael and the Doggies |
Michael I am so sorry to hear your pain through your postings. It hurts so much to lose a parent...and to be drawn back into the family you've been seperated from for such a long time. Please take one day at a time. Allow yourself the time to mourn the loss of your Dad. I know what you are going through...I've lost both of my parents. Just take one minute at a time.
 sheepie and aussie hugs from Violet, China and Asia and a hiss his from Pearl the cat.
Tears, |
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