Confessions of a psychic...

Or am I a psycho?

Some of you know that I'm a bit crazy and have a tiny bit of a sixth sense.
This blog is about that today.

I'm asking you to bare with me and read the whole thing so that you can understand the circumstances a little bit better before judging me...


For about 1 year, 8 months, and 17 days I have had this really strange feeling of being followed. I go in the living room it follows with me... I go to my room and it's there. For some strange reason I feel it the strongest in our kitchen.

I'm going nuts with the idea that my every move is being watched.

I can't help but feel like two dark eyes are upon me...

All the time...







Begging me for a little morsel of what ever I happen to be eating at the moment.

These two little dark eyes belong to our little Maltese, Buttons.
and Yes she is as cute as a Button!
You must pronounce her name right with the S on the end. It's Button-s! It also must be said with an English/ Irish accent. Like butuuuuns.
Her middle name is Boo don't ask me why it just happened. Little Buttons Boo.

So there you have it. She's my little ghostly shadow white and all. She's tiny weighing in at 2 1/2 pounds but don't let her size fool you. She has a great big sweet heart!
If a person must be followed and stared at. I hope they have a little ghost like mine!
We love our Buttons!