Christmas Eve 2004 as I was returning home from a visit with my sister in the North Bronx I was approached by a stray dog.
She had obviously just been abandoned for she was clean and bright eyed she hadn't yet developed that lost and desperate look that most abandoned dogs do after a while. I looked about and saw a cluster of people standing near by and thought maybe she belonged to someone in the group, although she seemed too young (maybe 8 to 10 months old) to be leash less. She started to follow me and I shooed her away back toward the crowd.
As I approached my doorway I saw she was following the next door super into the basement, knowing that she had a large basement and apartment and was an animal lover like myself I thought that she had decided to get a dog.
I smiled to myself relieved that I had been wrong she was not abandoned or lost I started inside but before I could open the door to my foyer, I saw her race out the basement tail tucked between her legs. Obviously she had been shooed out of there too. At this point I thought to myself she has been abandoned and if I did not take her she could very well end up dead in the street or used to train Pit Bulls to kill as that seems to be a popular thing to do out here in Brooklyn.I then said to myself "If I call her and she comes I will take her."
I made a few "Kitty Kisses" and she ran over to my gate and I let her in.
Checking her over I found her to be clean, very friendly, and still shedding her puppy down
"Well," I said to her, "you will not be the first dog I rescued from these mean streets."
Which was true all my dogs over the years have been rescued by me from the streets from strangers and friends.
I let her into the hall way and left her outside my door while I went inside to close my inside gate to separate her from my other two dogs Shade a Wire hair Pit Bull mix, and Stella an American Pit Bull.I got a leash and went outside and the stray immediately sat down for me to put it on her.
I led her inside and fifteen minutes of snarling and snapping followed but it soon settled down and I started to make their dinner for them.
"Now what am I going to call you?" I thought as I was opening the dog food. First I thought Eve because of it being Christmas Eve that I found her, five minutes earlier or later and I would have missed her. The truth of it I had been depressed ever since the sudden death of Jeht my Golden Shepherd a year before and my 20 year old cat Puss (Pussen) in the Summer of the same year 2003. My adoption of Stella although she has brought Shade out of his depression and as well as myself could not lift the thick cloud of mourning at engulfed me after the death of my friend Carolyn Barnes on 01/07/04.Stella is a huge dog but as sweet as sugar she and Shade hit it off the moment they saw each other.
I often said she was Jeht reincarnated for the way Shade leapt to life the moment he saw her and her likewise reaction to him.
Any way before I get too far off track as I looked to the new dog I took notice of her coloration which goes from red, to orange, to a golden yellow.
I thought maybe something to do which fire, such as Flame, Phoenix or an off shoot of Pyre Pryra, or Pryranne, but none suited her. Then as I looked to her face it occurred to me only one name could fit here little wolf like features "Fox," and so Fox it is. It was then I noticed her purple tongue and realized Fox was a Chow Chow. These dogs are $800 a pup, how could someone just abandon her? I was soon to learn why, she is not house broken in the slightest and thinks that rugs are puppy training pads.Stella was the same way I thought but being that the only rugs I have in my home are those cheap throw rugs which I bought for them to sleep on it did not matter. I could train her like I did Stella and she's coming along fine I have linoleum and tile floors so a mop and broom takes care of any accidents.
I am home all the time, and have access to the back yard so I walk her often and she's finally getting the hang of it now. It took Stella only three days to win Fox over and she, Stella, and Shade are now best buds, although Stella has taken more of a motherly roll toward Fox.
Now that all the mushy stuff is done here come the weird part. (Well, you knew there had to be one didn't you?!)From the time I took in Fox I have been having what some call Witch or Hag ridings.
Scientist call them Sleep Paralysis, and we Experiencers/Abductees know them as the Bindings or Paralysis that aliens often do during encounters.
Normally I have these twice a year with months between them and often years in-between these times too. As of the time of this writing I have had twenty-six of them since then almost four or five a week. Not only that the paranormal activity about my home has increased greatly, actually it was on the rise before then since the beginning of last year, but the binding began when Fox came into my home.One day I decided that I would send my brother Steve a dog lover like myself pictures of my new family and I bought a disposable digital camera and one night early January I took their pictures as they were playing in the basement. I felt that I was going to get something weird but I did not expect how weird it would be. That said I place this picture below to show you what I got on film.
Above you see my three dogs playing Shade being black and white is a little harder to see, but Stella and Fox are playing in the foreground.
As you see the basement is full of orbs, or what I call Nonts. The area that these things appear are under my bedroom. This may offer an explanation as to why I have been having so many bindings.
Above you see blow ups of a picture I took of Stella and only noticed today 02/03/05 that there was an orb in this outside picture of her too. On further investigation this turned out to be a highly polished point on the fence.
Below I add the other pictures to show that in now other area of the basement do these things show up.Shade Stella Fox
What do you think?
