Ghostly Tails, Happy Howl-a-ween!

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I was recently asked by a friend if I ever experienced anything that made me believe that spirits do exist. I know this was brought up being the season that it is but when I thought about it every example I gave him involved one of our dogs. I'm not saying I do or don't believe but there have been a few experiences in my life that are sort of creepy to say the least. I've heard many times that animals are in tune with spirits and from my own experience I'm becoming more of a believer then skeptic. These are the three occasions that always stick in my mind.

Willow's Story - This happened when Willow was still with us. One day I walked into the kitchen and willow was sitting all alert and happy just staring at the wall. Tail was wagging and she was looking up as if being petted or waiting for something. She stayed like that for a few minutes, didn't even answer to us calling her name.

Irish's Story - Irish was our first German Shepherd and was my constant companion. One day I heard her whining and went to see what's wrong. She was sitting at the bottom of the stairs going to our second level with all the bedrooms and just staring upstairs. I sat down in the kitchen watching and listening to see if I heard anything. I sat and watched her for about five minutes and finally decided to investigate. She followed me up and went from room to room sniffing. My mom lived with us for years and was really close to Irish. If there are spirits I'd really like to believe that it was her spirit Irish sensed that day. Even till this day when I'm home alone I will hear the bed squeak in her old room and at times I think I'm loosing it but Erin will look up as if she heard it too.

Erin's Story - Now Erin's really gave me goosebumps because I woke up in the middle of the night to see her standing on the stairs just growling and all her hairs up. I fell asleep in the basement and had a clear view of the stairs and kitchen. My heart was beating like crazy watching her. It was one of those low growls that she kept giving. Finally I couldn't take it and went to look with Erin slowly following me. Again nothing, went back downstairs and Erin went to lay down right at the foot of the stairs. Every few minutes she would look up again but finally settled down.
No idea what that was about but it sure got my heart racing that night.

Ghost? Spirits? only my dogs know for sure....

Happy Howl-A-Ween!