Doggy Graves

"I live in a 1939 house on S Tyler.

Every now and then I see little white and black dogs out of the corner of my eye, go down the hallway.

The lady before me had a lots of doggies, buried out in the backyard, found the markers when I moved in 20 years ago.

I also sometimes smell sulfur, like someone struck a match.

Spooky, but I do love dogs, so guess the ghosties feel welcome."