A dog and a ghost and a ghost of a dog

My Mom called the other day with a lead on another ghost. Her hairdresser’s dog Barkley had been getting very agitated at something in the house. It was not every day and they checked for animals or anything else that could be unsettling him. The lady said that if it was indeed a ghost, he was welcome there as long as he stopped upsetting the dog. I took a look around and sure enough, it was a wandering spirit who called himself Harold. He had been a traveling salesman and liked to check in on some of the spot along his old route. He had a few places in the area he liked to visit, but never with any ill will to the humans there. Harold never did like dogs. He eventually agreed to stop irritating Barkley and we left it at that.
But it reminded me of another ghost that I had worked with about a year ago. A friend in Arizona told me about a part of her property that her dogs avoided, as did she but was not sure why. I found a woman buried there in an unmarked grave. She was terrified to leave because if she did, he could be waiting. Years had passed since her death and she was still afraid of her husband. He was controlling, jealous, and abusive. They lived outside of town on a secluded ranch with just a few hands to help with the work. She had left her family behind to be with him, as he was, of course, charming at first. She was at first devoted to him, first out of love and then out of fear. He accused her of making eyes at every man he saw near her.
He was convinced that he could never have children. When she got pregnant he assumed that it was someone else’s child. Between her religious convictions and fear of him, she never would have done such a thing. I worked with her for a while, but there was another soul that wanted to chime in.
I was approached by a very large and sad dog. He was very good at keeping the ranch safe and chasing away the other animals and had obeyed every command his master gave him. Even the night master got him would up and excited and had him attack someone. They walked into the field where someone was crying. The name and the woman started arguing. Master gave the command to attack and he did. The master buried the nice lady and told everyone that she had gone back to see her family for a while. The dog’s guilt for killing the lady kept him there.
The lady knew it wasn’t the dog’s fault and she finally had the opportunity to tell him. A few wags of his tail and he left for good. The lady left a little while later, once she knew that her husband could no longer harm her.

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