When I lived in Orlando we had a Boston terrier (we had him previously too) that my mom accidently backed over in the driveway. I think it was about 6 months to a year later that we moved back up here to Norcross. My mom decided to hire a maid to clean the house because at the time she wasn't home much because she had to drive my brother and I to seperate private schools (I went to school in buckhead, my brother Alpharetta). Anyway the maid was a cool lady that had been through some rough times but was doing pretty good now. Ok, now to the relavent part. One day she (the maid) was about to go outside to get something out of her car and she opened the door next to the garage, stopped, turned around and asked my mom if we used to have a little black and white dog that ran outside everytime we opened the door. My mom was, understandbly, kind of caught off guard. We had no pictures of the dog up anywhere or anything. So my mom was like "Yea, he was a boston named Chester. Then the maid said "That makes sense then. Ever since Ive started cleaning for you guys everytime I opened the door I could feel him trying to get by me".

This was really weird and kind of creeped out all of us. At the same time though I believe her because she there was no way for her to know about Chester. Anyway, just thought I would share.