Dogs

The wife and I have two dogs (no kids). Our oldest, Sandy, is a 3 and a half year old catahoula / coon hound. Our youngest, Buddy, is almost 2 and is a longhaired, healer-type, mutt.

I got Sandy from a mountain lion and bobcat hunter who lives in a town near the Rio Grande. The hunter had bred a female catahoula and a male coon hound and only wanted to keep part of the litter. I happend to be working on a job in this small town and found out about the pups through the construction workers. I took some pictures, took them home to the wife, and two days later we had Sandy. She was a very hyper puppy, but with training and attention she has grown into being a great dog.

Buddy is a different story. My wife decided that Sandy needed a friend to play with while we were gone during the day. So, my wife started going to the pound to try and find a suitable playmate. Buddy was the cutest little black and tan fur-ball in the pound, and from his paws was going to grow up to be about the same size as Sandy. My wife kind of ignored the fact that he was the loudest dog in the pound and the most hyper. My wife was only half hearted about training Buddy, so he is not fully broken of his hyperactivity.

Regardless, they are our dogs and we love them...even if Sandy can be a bit protective of me and Buddy is a sock and paper eating Spaz.