Lately I've been re-visiting some of my old blog posts for Throwback Thursday. Today's tale is about Tucker, the original Talking Dogs blogger and it is pretty perfect for Halloween.
Without further ado, here's A Talking Dogs Ghost Story, originally published for the Monday Mischief blog hop on October 26, 2014.
When another pet blogger put out a call for spooky pet ghost stories, it reminded me of Tucker's story. Though not really scary, it certainly adds some Halloween flavor!
You may remember Tucker as the original Talking Dog. Though he lived here in Missouri, he spent most of his life with us in southside Virginia.
We spent a few years restoring a 256 year old three story plantation manor house there, then enjoyed it for quite awhile. Including visits from former residents. Very old former residents.
We had been there about a year when we realized we weren't always alone. When "they" were visiting, we'd be in the kitchen (first floor). Usually it began with the faint whiff of pipe tobacco odor. Then we could very faintly hear music (flute or recorder) and it was Colonial era music. Sometimes we could hear voices, clinking of glassware, all very soft in tone. All of this was coming from the original dining room (right above where we were.)
When these incidents began, Tucker would become quite excited and race up the stairs. He might pause on the second floor for a bit, but would then madly skitter up the next flight of stairs to the third floor. Always to the large room that was the children's bedroom in Colonial times.
We could then hear him racing around and playing. The times we followed him, we'd find him happy as can be.
There was never, ever an evil feeling or vibe about any of this. It never felt threatening in any way. I always liked to think the former residents of our home liked what we were doing to their house. They obviously liked Tucker and the feeling was mutual.
Without further ado, here's A Talking Dogs Ghost Story, originally published for the Monday Mischief blog hop on October 26, 2014.
When another pet blogger put out a call for spooky pet ghost stories, it reminded me of Tucker's story. Though not really scary, it certainly adds some Halloween flavor!
You may remember Tucker as the original Talking Dog. Though he lived here in Missouri, he spent most of his life with us in southside Virginia.
We spent a few years restoring a 256 year old three story plantation manor house there, then enjoyed it for quite awhile. Including visits from former residents. Very old former residents.
We had been there about a year when we realized we weren't always alone. When "they" were visiting, we'd be in the kitchen (first floor). Usually it began with the faint whiff of pipe tobacco odor. Then we could very faintly hear music (flute or recorder) and it was Colonial era music. Sometimes we could hear voices, clinking of glassware, all very soft in tone. All of this was coming from the original dining room (right above where we were.)
When these incidents began, Tucker would become quite excited and race up the stairs. He might pause on the second floor for a bit, but would then madly skitter up the next flight of stairs to the third floor. Always to the large room that was the children's bedroom in Colonial times.
We could then hear him racing around and playing. The times we followed him, we'd find him happy as can be.
There was never, ever an evil feeling or vibe about any of this. It never felt threatening in any way. I always liked to think the former residents of our home liked what we were doing to their house. They obviously liked Tucker and the feeling was mutual.
How cool that they'd play with Tucker when they dropped in!
ReplyDeleteYou remain in my daily prayers. Take care.
It really was cool! lol Thanks so much for the support!
DeleteThat is so cool! When we bought our old house (original 1815 farmhouse with newer addition), I worried about ghosts! I'm glad to know there can be friendly ones too. :)
ReplyDeleteWhen we had that house on the market we were advised to say nothing. However, one couple asked and I replied honestly. They didn't buy the house :-) It actually was kind of awesome and we later think we figured out who they were (second owners of the house)
DeleteOh, I remember this story from when you originally posted it! It's a great story and was fun to revisit it. I've never had an encounter that involved both ghosts and dogs - kinda hoping it stays that way. :)
ReplyDeleteWell, don't blame you and really I feel the same way. This was plenty for me :-)
DeleteThat would be a bit creepy. Not sure if we would like that spooky stuff.
ReplyDeletewowie! that was amazing. Wonder what Tucker could sense? Fun for sure.
ReplyDeleteLeeAnna
I love stories like this! You see, my Mom and I shared a fascination with the spirit world. And shortly after she passed away in '79, she dropped in for a quick visit one evening. I always figured it was her way of saying she was "okay" and that she would always be close by when I needed her. And, since Callie passed last year, she come back for a few visits with Shadow and me. So, yes, there are friendly "ghosts", Jan K. I just prefer to call them "spirits". 😊
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