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What is Pucci sensing?
The deceased spirit of Kiwi
Nothing, he's getting adjusted to a new home
A crisis apparition
Other spirit
Unknown
I have a hunch, but it's not listed here

New Pug, New Discovery

I rec'd a series of e-mails about a pug who was adopted out to a new home. About ten days after he arrived, he started to sense something that surprised the family. With permission of participants, I have posted the e-mails, images, and polls, to allow you to decide what is going on here.

--ed.

Nov. 11, 2004:

Hi, Brandy

I got a phone call last night, then an email this morning with some pictures I had requested, all of which I thought you might be interested in, and told the people I would be sending this on to you.

Brogan the pug found a new home where he can be an only pug. The woman, Cecilia, teaches voice lessons and renamed him after her favorite composer, Puccini. They call him "Pucci." The phone call last night described some unusual behavior on Pucci's part. They were just settling in to watch TV, as I recall the conversation, when Pucci raised his head and began to sniff the air near the bed. He sniffed a bit. Then he started barking, as if at something on or just over the bed. Cecilia began removing extra pillows, to see if one of them was what was bothering him. Barking continued. Finally he ran under the dresser.

That was when they called me.

He never acted like that when he was here. I told Robert on the phone that my place is pretty clear, so I doubt there would be cause for anything like that here. His reply was, "Wellwe thought ours was clear." I think you are probably the right person to tell about this. I can't tell a thing from the pictures, but maybe they will say something to you. The incident is certainly strange, to say the least.

I'm emailing them for permission to send their email address on to you, if you want to contact them directly.

Aine

The e-mail to Aine:

Well, it happened again. Pucci went crazy again and I had the camera ready. Here are a few pictures of the area he was focusing on and a couple that show him in one of his hyper states. He was barking at the air and just frantic when either Cecilia or I went near this space.

I don't see anything in the pictures, but maybe your friend can see something. We would love to know if she thinks there is something there.

Let us know what you learn and we will keep you advised of any other episodes.

More later.

Hi, Brandy:

They are here in Tacoma.

Kay, a local breeder, rescue person and pug person, suggested that the furor might have been caused by the presence of their previous pug, a girl named Kiwi, who died in January.

Kay also said that when one of her dogs died, the rest of them treated the her couch for months, as if there were another dog on it. I hadn't known that, but I thought that was interesting, too.

I'll forward your mail on to them.

This is getting interesting for me, too.

Aine

Nov. 12, 2004. From the pug owners, directly:

Brandy,

Thank you for your input on our situation. There is nothing new since Wednesday night. We have one question about your message. What, exactly is a crisis apparation?

The other interesting dog related "spirit" experience in our lives happened about two years ago. Cecilia had a corgy/beagle mix when we got married and he lived with us until he died of "natural causes" at 18 years old. (That was over 5 years ago and he died on Cecilia's birthday.) Long after he had died Cecilia had more than one experience when walking through the house when she clearly saw Peanuts lying in a sunspot in the bedroom as she walked past in the hallway. She had to back up to double check to see that he wasn't really there.

Then, about two years ago Cecilia had a severe Asthma attack and I rushed her to the hospital emergency room. While the nurse rushed her into a room in ER, I sat down with the clerk to check her in. He ask for Cecilia's name and I told him "Cecilia Kinch". He asked if she had every been to this ER before and I said "No!" He typed in the Kinch name and looked a bit puzzled and asked, "Do you have a relative named 'Peanuts'?" I said, we had had a dog by that name, but he was never in the hospital.

When I went into the room and told Cecilia what had happened she could only say, "Well, he's here for me, isn't he?"

We have never known just what to make of that, but have never questioned it, either.

Any more thought you may have are welcome. Yes, go ahead and put the story out there and see if anyone else responds. We will keep watching for any more signs with Pucci.

Thanks for your interest.

Robert & Cecilia

My thoughts: I've heard that cats tend to hang around longer than dogs. I've heard of pugs appearing, usually shortly after death, to their owners, but this tends to be limited to the first few months after passing over the Rainbow Bridge. For a pug to still be present nearly a year later is unusual. Could Pucci be picking up a place memory? Is Kiwi still present? Or, is it something else? Other unusual events have been happening recently. I'm wondering if this is related to a "crisis apparition" of some sort -- perhaps a recently deceased friend that Pucci is able to pick up? But, I leave this to you. The pictures are below. Please view and vote.

Kiwi's Heart12/10/04

I rec'd the following e-mail from a fellow pug owner:

Brandy you are never ever in a million years gonna believe what just happened to us over here. I don't think anyone will believe this, they will think my whole family is a bunch of crack pots. I was sitting in front of the computer viewing and reading your paranormal site, my son was in the room across from me taking a shower. He calls me and walks over to me dripping wet with a towel around himself telling me to come here. We went to his bathroom and he said that those three pieces hit me in the head, what are they? There was three red things laying in his shower. I asked him where they came from and he didn't know. The first piece hit him and he looked up at the ceiling and there was nothing there then another hit him in the head.

I bent over to look at it and didn't know what they were so I picked them up. They appeared to be some kind of soft red colored rubber. I moved them around to see if I could put the pieces back together to see what it was. IT IS A HEART, A BROKEN HEART. I ran down stairs to ask my daughter if she knew what it was and she said no. Her and my husband were watching tv. I told them what just happened and they were a little freaked. My husband kept saying I have no explanation for it. Lee and I have been sitting here watching tv the whole time. Then I remembered that the e-mail I sent to the list Monday, the subject I wrote was "Kiwi is gone, my heart is broken." NO WAY.

So, I said that I was gonna wait for Ty to come downstairs after his shower and see his reaction to it. He was freaked out and has no idea about this. BRANDY, I CAN"T BELIEVE IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is it my Kiwi? Is she telling me something? SERIOUSLY, am I crazy? What is this all about, can it be real? OH MY GOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I need medication, I think I am going crazy here.

Michele

I did respond to her asking her to clarify a few points. Her response:

Brandy,

I would love for someone to look into this. We are all freaked, sad, loved and I don't know how to feel over this. My son is 13 and my daughter is 11. We know that the kids didn't try to pull this off. We can tell if they are lying. I can take pictures of the heart for you. I put it in a zip lock and slept with it under my pillow.

Just to give you a little more insight into this, Kiwi was very special, more special then you can imagine. There is an entire story around her and her short life. I will try to make it short for you. I lost 7 family members in an 18 month period of time. Two of them being my grandmother and my mother, then we lost our 10 year old Chow named Sky.

We had our old pug Precious at the time. Because of our grieving I thought it was best to get a puppy in the house. We had been looking at pups for about a week and there was an excuse why we didn't get any of them. My criteria for a pup was if I put it up to my face and it loved me back that was the one.

When we went to go look at this litter of Puggies the lady wouldn't show me the runt. I love runts. She said she was ugly and embarrassed because it was so small. Kiwi was the most beautiful thing we ever saw. I put her to my face and she loved me back. That was the one.

I kept saying that she was a gift from my mother because I had just collected some life insurance money and I used some to buy Kiwi with. We always said there was something familiar about her and never could put our finger on it. Then Kiwi had her cervical surgery and then the Myelitis diagnosis. The vet told me that Myelitis is the same as human Lupus or Multiple Sclerosis. My mother passed away from Multiple Sclerosis. Is that suppose to be another coincidence? Before Kiwi passed on I told her that when she got to heaven to tell my mother and grandmother how much I miss them and how much I love them.

My daughter called to my attention that there was three pieces to the heart. One for my mother, one for my grandmother and one for Kiwi. There is some strong love coming our way from the other side. I want to believe it is true, I don't want it to get scientifically explained away.

Keep in touch with me. I just have to know more about this.

Kiwi's remains are in already, the vet left a message. I feel like puking.

Michele

Pugs Who Return12/10/04

I've just been on your paranormal pugs page. I visit periodically, to keep in touch with what is going on, and the recent email made it easy. As I was reading the story from the woman whose pug recently died, I had no problem believing that she received a message from the pug-love of her life. I don't think they forget us when they go on, as perhaps they do when we must send them to another home.

The story reminded me of another experience which I don't believe I've shared with you. I'm not sure. But I think it would be of interest.

One of the boxes on my shelf is the ashes of my Willie. When he came to me, his name was Wile E., as in Wile E. Coyote. I changed his name to Willie. He was a rescue who had been seriously injured as a pup. [The owners said he got his tail caught in a door, however the injury was consistent with a good, hard kick, so who knows?] Conformation-wise, the boy was a mess. His build was a throwback to Victorian times or earlier. He was a bit rangy, as opposed to cobby. His head and face looked like something out of an old picture-book. His tail did not curl normally because of the injury, and he was completely incontinent. He was the one who taught me the value of being willing to change diapersand for him I learned how to make diaper holders that would not fall off at odd moments.

He was not particularly a cuddly boy, but he was loving and had lots of personality and I loved him. Although he rarely asked for lap time, he enjoyed sitting by my desk while I worked on the computer, and had his special spot right by my chair. No one else ever took that spot from him. About a year and a half after he came to be with me, he fell ill, and because of the timingit was late at night when I realized he needed helpI took him to the emergency vet. The vet had me leave Will there, because he was so tired and not able to keep anything down. The next day, a call informed me that he had "passed away" in the night.

I walked the floor crying for a while, saying repeatedly, "Ohmy Willie's gonemy Willie's gone." I understand that it is probably not so intensely difficult to say good-by to a pug-child who has been with me for only a short while. However we had had a fine few months together, and I was saddened by his death.

Shortly thereafter, I went online to tell Pugtalk that Willie had gone to the bridge. And a few weeks after that, I was talking about him again. I still cannot explain why I said what I did, but in an email equivalent of blurting, I wrote something like this: "Will the breeders in this group keep an eye out for my Willie, in case he decides to come back to me." I later even wondered why I had said that, especially since I've always understood that those who choose to come back usually rest a while and return after their rest. It was too soon for Willie, by those standards. We joked about it on the list for a while, and I remember commenting that if he was coming back, I hoped he would choose a mom close by, since I didn't care to leave all the other pugs and fly to Sylvie in France to collect him.

The next thing that happened is that Lynne wrote to me privately: "I've got to tell you about this one puppy in the litter." Over the next weeks, I learned about this strange pug-kid.

--He was constantly demanding of attention.

--He didn't play much with the others, but kept to himself.

--He seemed somehow frustrated with his body, that he couldn't do the things he wanted.

--I went to visit him and held him while he was tiny. He had a white foot, a throwback characteristic, I believe, since I have seen old pictures of pugs with white markings that would be considered inappropriate today. Was it a deliberate choice of a throwback characteristic, to help me understand who he is?

--When he was a little older, I went to see him again. When I picked him up, he practically wagged his tail right off his little behind. He wiggled and wiggled and licked me and couldn't be still. I could see Lynne, and her jaw dropped. "He's never done anything like that before," she said.

--As I recall, I couldn't take him home yet on that visit, because he was too young, but had to make a third trip to bring him home. In the motor home, I put him in a laundry basket. Laundry baskets were among Will's favorite things. Little Will sat there, looked about him, and if he could have talked, I'm sure he would have said, "Ohthis feels familiar. It's about time." He curled up and went to sleep.

--When we got home and I brought him in the house, the first place he went was to his old spot by my desk and curled up there.

--A few days later, I picked up a toy that had come with Wile E. from pug rescuea tiny monkey. I gave it to him. He took it in his mouth, carried it around for a while, then went into his crate and fell asleep with his head on it.

--The laundry basket behavior -the sleeping in his old spotand the response to the monkey- were never repeated. Perhaps he did them once to show me it was really him.

--The tail-wagging and licking continues. I've wondered ifunable to use his tail at all in his previous lifehe simply takes great delight in having a working tail in this life.

Willie's personality is similar to Will's, but not exactly like it. Willie's a bit of a loner at times, although he romps with the others at other times. He sleeps in the bed with us, not up by my head, as Tyler insists on doing, but toward the foot and toward the north, which was Will's preferred spot. Willie doesn't start paw-ti-cuffs [except perhaps over food] but he takes nothin' from nobody, which was very much a Will characteristic.

Anyhow, this is how I remember it. It's not quite the usual run of what you write about, but I thought it is sufficiently related that it might interest you.

--Aine

My own personal experience; recorded 1 week after Granny Chu passed on. (Jan. 26, 2005)

Precog. of a Pug's Death?

I am volunteering at the Arts Center and the Fine Arts Museum -- awesome shows. The MFA has an Impressionist show, featuring Monet, which is really very neat; the exhibition has a lot to it, including Pointellism, Fauvism, early photography, lithographs, paintings, and a multitude of artists including Pissaro, Whistler, and Tosseau. There is one painting that has a pug in it! There is a pug in it, and it's a pug typical to the time period; if one looks carefully, one notes that the pug has a slight snout. Pugs' faces shortened over the past 100 years to become extremely flat. 100 years ago (I have a couple of antique pieces from the time period depicting pugs with longer snouts).

Last Friday was my first Friday there. I may have had a premonition of Granny's death. I remember seeing the pug in the painting and feeling sad; this pug was long gone and only it's image remained with us through this painting. It was not a great image; I presume to pug is male, but can't tell. It's spoiled, but has no name. It gave happiness and was consumed by death over 100 years ago; what aspect of this pug still lives? Yes, these are strange thoughts to have. When I saw the painting this week, none of those thoughts nor that sadness came to me. Granny started to die as soon as I got home from the Museum...so, was there a connection?

Update: 3/3/05

The other day Cecilia bought a new purse. She hung it on the back of the bedroom door where her old purse had always hung, but the first night it was there Pucci got to barking at the door and wouldn't stop. When we figured out it must be the purse that was bothering him we put it up in the closet behind bifold doors. He continued to bark, standing on his hind legs and barking at the top of the closet. We finally moved the purse to the hall closet with the coats and closed that door. He managed to find that spot as well and barked there for some time before we could coax him away with a game of stuffy fetch.

Then last night he got started on barking at my office door that was open and back against the wall. I realized that he might be noticing a plastic bag that was hanging on the back of that doorknob so I put it on the floor and let him sniff it and get a good look to see it was nothing frightening. That seemed to settle him for a while, but later he went back to barking in the general direction of the office and backed himself down the long hall as though something was after him.

This morning Cecilia was getting ready to go out and she got her purse out of the hall closet and placed it on the bed. Pucci went wild. When she moved the purse and put it by the front door he still barked at the spot where it had been on the bed. He just seems to have these episodes occasionally where he is really upset about something or someone in the house. Why the purse, we do not know.

We have commented openly to whatever spirits might be here that we do appreciate their visit, but if they are just here to scare the dog we would appreciate it if they would leave and not bother him. That hasn't seemed to make much difference.

Well, all in all he is a loveable dog and we really enjoy him, but he is giving us a challenge with his spirit reactions, whatever they are. Any ideas???

Pass this on and let us know what others might think.

More later if he keeps it up! (And, as I am writing this Cecilia says Pucci is staring at the closet door again. When she was changing clothes this evening he spotted another purse she has hanging in that closet. Now he is just staring???)

NEW: 7/22/05

Kathryn,

Once before you gave us your impressions of the entities that our Pug, Puccini was seeing. Below is a description of his latest episode. If you have any ideas of what it might be that is troubling him, we would certainly appreciate your response.

Thanks for the response. In answer to some of your questions, he sees cats in the neighborhood here all the time and never does anything except stare at them. He doesn't bark or go after them at all.

He doesn't really seem frightened in these episodes, he seems more angry and aggressive, like he wants to attach whatever it there. I guess that's his way of being protective of us.

Cecilia has told the "spirits", "If you keep messing with my dog, when I get to heaven I'm gonna kick your butt!" I'm not sure whether that has had an effect yet or not.

He was a little touchy still this morning, although he seemed to calm down and sleep alright last night. So far tonight, he is just fine.

We are wondering if we should try to contact your "remote viewer" friend again. We are not so concerned about whatever spirits might be in the house, as we are of the fact that whatever this is, it is upsetting Puccini. Our concern is for him, not for us or our need for protection. If we can get any ideas on ways to eliminate these episodes, I think we would be a lot happier, and I think Pucci would, too.

I don't think I still have that contact, so if you could share it we will offer to pay for some kind of a reading or whatever we can do to get some answers.

From Aine:

No thoughts at all. He never did anything like that here. But then, everything is pretty clear here. No entities of any sort that bother the dogs.

Has a cat ever lived in that house? Could he be seeing a visitation from a cat that once lived there and doesn't care for him? That would make him act that way. He has seen cats here, but the whole herd has barked at them and chased them.

It seems to me that your taking time to talk to him and help him calm down was a fine idea. Does he act frightened when he does this? Or just protective? Or?

Can you ever get a picture of the area he's barking at? If you can and can see an orb...that might be some clue that there is really some kind of entity there.

Thanks for the update. Pucci will be fine. You love him tremendously, and that is what he needs most.

I'm so glad you took him and kept him and are giving him the experience he needed--being an only child in a home filled with love for him.

I'm also most grateful that you keep in touch. I love hearing about him.

Aine

Aine,

Well, tonight is just another episode with Puccini. We have been sitting in our bedroom watching TV, which we do every night. Pucci acted like he wanted more food, so I went to the kitchen and gave him a little more. I came back to the bedroom and sat down. He started down the hall and stopped midway and started barking. We walked with him back toward the kitchen and he seemed to be barking at just everything (and nothing). When we finally got him back in the bedroom he started sniffing at the air and barking. He looks to the ceiling, then at the wall, and at nothing at all.

We're wondering, again, if you every had any such experience with him, or is it just our house. Or is it the same spirits that the remote viewer described. Cecilia has taken to talking to "them" and asking them to please leave. "Thanks for visiting, but you are scaring my dog, so please leave."

It has been a good ten or fifteen minutes since he started and he is still going. It is clear that he is seeing something (or thinks he is) and he is reacting to it. He jumps back, runs away and then turns and barks.

We haven't had anything just like this for some time, so we are mystified, once again.

If you have any clues we would love to hear them.

We love the guy to pieces, and feel a little sorry for him, whatever it is that's bothering him. The other theory is that he may be trying to warn us about something. He seems to have been much more protective of us in recent weeks.

Well, I thought he had settled down a little, but I was wrong. It is still going on.

Well, I took some time away from the computer and went back in the bedroom and just talked to Pucci quietly and he seems now to have settled down. He's up on the bed, on top of my bathrobe (his favorite spot both morning and night).

Any thoughts?

Thanks,

Robert and Cecilia (and, of course, Puccini

Submitted Nov. 2, 2007

Tucker was my main man - joker, clown, always happy, the middle of my heart. He was a toucher, a leaner. So very loving. When the guys settled in for the evening, Tucker was the one lying closest to me. All of my pugs are dear to me but Tucker and I had something special. People who compete in obedience talk about - wish for - a "once in a lifetime" dog. Not necessarily because they do great things in the ring, but because, well..... there really aren't any words for it. Tucker was mine.

I lost Tucker on November first, 2005, and thought my heart would break. On November first, 2006, I sat at the den bar with tears flowing. Oh, how I missed him! Tucker was almost always beside me then - touching, leaning, and I imagined that I felt his warmth against my leg, as if he was there again. Or a wish, perhaps.

November first 2007 was a particularly busy, stressful day and to be honest, I didn't think about this second anniversary of his death. I didn't think about Tucker at all. Maybe I did, but they weren't conscious thoughts. Or maybe I wouldn't let them be. The pug gang was outside. I sat at the bar with my dinner, watching the evening news. A feeling of deep calm and peace and love washed over me, and did a little body just brush against my leg? I looked down, thinking one of the pugs hadn't gone out. Nobody there. And then I remembered. November first. Through the tears I smiled, for Tucker was about joy too. We had so much of that. I don't believe in ghosts. Really I don't. But I do believe that somehow love lives on forever.

Phyllis