I heard the following story from my Uncle Jack Doocey (36 yrs) a native of Castletown Laoighis:-
Once on a time there was a man working for a baker. He was driving a van. This day he was going to this place with the bread. He went into this place on his way back and stayed until 12 o'clock that night.
On his way back to the stores the van broke down three times.
He settled it the three times. On the third time that the van broke he got out and saw this dog and the dog's eyes were as big as saucers.
He went into this house and as soon as he sat down he saw a little woman at the door. She said it was well he said nothing to it. If he had he would be dead or someone belonging to him.