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.
