What Started It?
When I first moved into the farmhouse, I did not have any pets. I had always wanted another dog, ever since our family dog passed away when I was in high school.
So, one of the very first things that I wanted to do once I was in the farmhouse was to get a dog! I wanted to rescue one since I really didn’t want a puppy. The SPCA of Anne Arundel County was the first place that I decided to go to look for my dog.
On my first trip to the SPCA, I found Snoopy. Snoopy was an American Foxhound. He appeared to be purebred, though he did not have any registration papers or anything.
Snoopy seemed to be a pretty traumatized and scared dog when I brought him home. He literally came into the house and ran up the stairs and hid in the closet. I could not get him to come out, so I ended up putting a dog bed on the floor for him in the closet. Until he died, he still spent a lot of time snoozing in that bed in the closet.
Like I said he was very skittish when I first got him. He didn’t eat much for the first few days. Then only ran out to go to the bathroom and ran back to the closet. In the beginning, I wanted to give him space to acclimate, so I left his food and water bowl in the closet for him.
Coming Out Of His Shell
Slowly but surely, Snoopy came out of his shell and started coming downstairs to spend time with me. He got to the point that he would only go in the closet at bedtime to go to sleep.
Since he was spending more time downstairs, I moved his food and water bowl down to the kitchen.
That’s When The Spookiness Began!
The food and water bowl had been downstairs for a week or so. Snoop was a grazing sort of eater, so I left food in his bowl and then he would eat it as he pleased and then I would refill it.
I woke up one morning to find that the food and water bowl was knocked over and spilled all over the kitchen floor. It was a real mess. The first time it happened I sort of shrugged it off and figured something weird must have happened, he got scared when he was eating and accidently tipped it over. I did not really think much of it.
Came Home To A Mess!
The next thing that happened was that I came in from the barn one day to the same mess, dog food, and water all over the kitchen floor. I was annoyed but figured that Snoop being the skittish thing he was got scared and accidently jumped or spooked and spilled it all over the floor.
When I Realized It Wasn’t An Accident
I finally realized that it wasn’t Snoopy that was spilling the food and water. How did I figure it out?
Snoop had finally warmed up to me and would sleep at the end of my bed. One night, I heard a noise downstairs. Snoopy was fast asleep at the end of the bed. When I went downstairs, once again the food and water were spilled. At that point, I started to get a little freaked out.
Someone Made A Comment That Explained It All
I don’t remember who it was that said it anymore. When I had mentioned what had happened with the food and water bowl and how weird I thought it was. Turns out there was a perfectly logical ( and creepy) explanation for what was going on.
Great Grandfather Ellison’s Hunting Hounds
My great grandfather always had hunting hounds on the property. They had their own dog house and run outside. These were working dogs, they NEVER came into the house. Apparently, according to him, dogs did not belong in the house they belonged outside.
The doghouse that they stayed in is still on the farm. It is one of the last original buildings left. It has since housed all kinds of critters, from goats to chickens, turkeys, and pigs.
He Would Have Been Appalled At The Idea Of Having A Dog In The House!
He loved his hunting hounds, they stayed out in their doghouse though. For no reason did he ever find it necessary for them to come indoors.
Finally, I Put Two And Two Together!
That is when I realized what the problem was. Evidently, my great grandfather was trying to tell me he was upset that I was keeping a dog in his house. Making a mess of his food and water must have been his way of telling me that he couldn’t believe Snoopy wasn’t out in the doghouse where he belonged.
It freaked me out thinking about it. Then just like with Uncle Jack, I realized that it was just family, and they were harmless. My great grandfather was just making sure I got his point!
I Did Not Give In
The food and water were dumped probably 8 or 10 times over the first six months that I had Snoopy. I was annoying, but I just cleaned it up and tried not to think too much about it.
After a while, I guess Grandfather Ellison realized I was stubborn and was going to keep the dog in the house even if he wasn’t happy about it.
I have been in this house for years now, had lots of my own dogs. As well as fostering for a coonhound rescue. Lots of dogs have come and gone through this old house.
He Got Used To It
I think that my Great Grandfather realized that I loved hounds just as much as he did. So after a while, when he had made his point and freaked me out a little. He decided it was okay for there to be dogs in the house and he hasn’t stopped by to make any messes in years!
A Creepy Connection To My Family
Though it scared me at first, just like Uncle Jack did, and continues to ever once in a while, I got used to it. It was just family members stopping by, making sure that I don’t forget about them, and to remind me this will always be their farmhouse, not mine, and I’m okay with that!