We finally had a weekend at home. No big travels and no physical visitors. That's okay we needed just some down time. I was puttsing around the kitchen Saturday morning and smelled an odd familiar odor. What is that smell? It was gone as quickly as it came, and I forgot about it. A short time later I was walking passed my dining area and smelled it again. I knew that smell, but couldn't really put my finger on it. I know I used to smell that odor a lot. What was it? I know,

it smelled like Kayla. My old dog that I had put to sleep a year ago. Now those of you that know me, know that I truly believe in supernatural signs or messages whatnots. And for that moment I thought little Kayla was going to limp around the corner and stare at me with those big cataract eyes of hers and bark like a seal. (she was a Shelty but she really did bark like a seal) And I thought Kayla is trying to contact me because Robby got a new dog. And she is sad because he replaced her with a youthful good smelling golden lab. Oh my gosh, Kayla is going to haunt me because I put her to sleep.
It is hardest thing in the world to make the decision to put a dog down. She was 17 years old and couldn't make it up and down steps anymore. Now our family disagrees as to how old she was but is was any where from 15 to 18 , that's why I am going with 17. What is that in dog years? Whatever. She was way old. And it was time.
Ask John Burkett. He saw her go half way down our steps and give up, she threw herself down the rest of the way. (we talk about it everytime he's here.)
So I stood in the dining area for awhile and the smell became a little stronger. It smelled like Kayla's poo. Oh my God that was perfect, she would always poo poo in our diningroom on Birchard ave. Hell, that was her freakin toilet. I had it figured out...I was going to have this smell as Kayla's revenge. The odor was exact. Good Lord it's a bad smell.
Did I ever tell you about the time we were showing the house on Quail Ridge to a lovely asian couple and Kayla puked on the man's shoes. No lie! Talk bout bad Feng shui. So I know she could be vindictive. Okay back to the now.
I called downstairs to Rob. What if I can only smell this? You know Rob didn't kill Kayla. I think spirits can put all of the messages to just one person. "Rob, do you smell something bad? Something smells really bad here in the diningroom." Well as I opened the door, whoooo..it smelled bad down there.
Come to find out, my handyman,Rob had been working on the water pipes that come from my dishwasher that we have been having trouble with for several weeks. The answer to the nasty smell. I didn't share with him my whole Kayla visitation scenario. If we communicated more often and I knew what he was doing around the house, I wouldn't be going off on "spirit visitation " tangients and he wouldn't get stuck on roofs . (another story, no time)
You know the more I thought about it , in way it was a

visitation,because it reminded me of our time with her. She wasn't always a smelly old dog. She was actually a pretty frisky thing that would play soccer and frisbie, and barked when the phone rang. Robby always said because she lived with a deaf lady who couldn't hear the phone. I'm not quite sure about that one,but isn't that a sweet story to remember her by?