We always had a lot of animals around our house, whether it was
chickens, cows, pigs, rabbits, or horses, but I had two favorite
family pets. Maimey was a Wiedemeyeror a Weimaraner as they call
themand she was a good hunting dog. Bullet was a cur, a Louisiana
Catahoula leopard dog, which is a fancy way of saying she was a
mutt. The breed is actually named after Catahoula Parish on the
Ouachita River, which runs in front of the house where Phil and
Kay live today.
The Catahoulas are believed to be the first dogs bred in North
America; some people even suspect that Native Americans bred
their dogs with the molossers and greyhounds that Hernando de
Soto brought to Louisiana in the sixteenth century. Curs really
arent true hounds, but theyre great hunting dogs and terrific at
tracking wild boar. Many of them have spotted coats, and nearly
all of them have distinctive marbled glass eyes. Bullet had one
glass eye and a black and yellow coat. We always knew our toast
was perfect when it was the color of Bullets coat.
I remember the day Bullet died. A truck hit him on the road in
front of our house. Phil and I saw it and were crying as we
climbed onto the school bus. By the time we got to school,
everybody on the bus was crying and then everybody in our class
was crying. All the kids knew Bullet because they were always
hanging out at our house.
Maimey was a much bigger dog than Bullet and had a slick silver
coat. Now, one of the problems with the Weimaraner breed is that
the dogs are typically stubborn and not very smart. But Maimey
nose was ice-cold after being outside. Once Maimey found an
opening in the blankets, shed root her way under them and there
we werejumping out of bed!
It was impossible to keep Maimey out of the house. When we tried
to put her outside, shed open the front door. I guess she learned
to open it by watching us turn the doorknob; she finally realized
she could do it with her paws. When Maimey was ready to come
inside, wed hear scratching on the doorknob and then shed waltz
into the front room!
By the time we moved from the log cabin to our house in Dixie,
Louisiana, Jimmy Frank and Harold were in school at Louisiana
State University in Baton Rouge. One night, Tommy, Phil, and I
were sitting at the dinner table with Pa and Granny (thats what
we called my parents after their first grandchildren were born).
It was one of the rare occasions when Maimey was outside.
As soon as we started eating dinner, the front door opened and
Maimey came running in. She looked at Momma and growled something
I didnt understand.
What did she say? Momma asked us. I think she just said, Harold
is home.
A couple of minutes later, we heard a car door shut and then
Harold walked in through the front door.
chickens, cows, pigs, rabbits, or horses, but I had two favorite
family pets. Maimey was a Wiedemeyeror a Weimaraner as they call
themand she was a good hunting dog. Bullet was a cur, a Louisiana
Catahoula leopard dog, which is a fancy way of saying she was a
mutt. The breed is actually named after Catahoula Parish on the
Ouachita River, which runs in front of the house where Phil and
Kay live today.
The Catahoulas are believed to be the first dogs bred in North
America; some people even suspect that Native Americans bred
their dogs with the molossers and greyhounds that Hernando de
Soto brought to Louisiana in the sixteenth century. Curs really
arent true hounds, but theyre great hunting dogs and terrific at
tracking wild boar. Many of them have spotted coats, and nearly
all of them have distinctive marbled glass eyes. Bullet had one
glass eye and a black and yellow coat. We always knew our toast
was perfect when it was the color of Bullets coat.
I remember the day Bullet died. A truck hit him on the road in
front of our house. Phil and I saw it and were crying as we
climbed onto the school bus. By the time we got to school,
everybody on the bus was crying and then everybody in our class
was crying. All the kids knew Bullet because they were always
hanging out at our house.
Maimey was a much bigger dog than Bullet and had a slick silver
coat. Now, one of the problems with the Weimaraner breed is that
the dogs are typically stubborn and not very smart. But Maimey
nose was ice-cold after being outside. Once Maimey found an
opening in the blankets, shed root her way under them and there
we werejumping out of bed!
It was impossible to keep Maimey out of the house. When we tried
to put her outside, shed open the front door. I guess she learned
to open it by watching us turn the doorknob; she finally realized
she could do it with her paws. When Maimey was ready to come
inside, wed hear scratching on the doorknob and then shed waltz
into the front room!
By the time we moved from the log cabin to our house in Dixie,
Louisiana, Jimmy Frank and Harold were in school at Louisiana
State University in Baton Rouge. One night, Tommy, Phil, and I
were sitting at the dinner table with Pa and Granny (thats what
we called my parents after their first grandchildren were born).
It was one of the rare occasions when Maimey was outside.
As soon as we started eating dinner, the front door opened and
Maimey came running in. She looked at Momma and growled something
I didnt understand.
What did she say? Momma asked us. I think she just said, Harold
is home.
A couple of minutes later, we heard a car door shut and then
Harold walked in through the front door.