Brutus, my 1 year old male Catahoula Cur
I might as well begin with the Catahoula Cur. I had been half-heartedly looking for a dog for Miss Clara to mentor for awhile before her time with me is through. We got Clara as a two year old- when our Kayla was 14. It was a great arrangement in that Kayla had some time to work with Clara, who was a rescue with a laundry list of issues. Now she is well-adjusted, a fine protection dog, and has had many good years of happiness and health.
Clara (left- 2 years old) Kayla (right- 14 years old)
I admit I am still in denial that now Clara is 14 years old, and she is slowly fading. I know, and lament, the limited lifespan of dogs, especially when I consider Clara, who is very precious to me. Lilo is 13. She is also dear to my heart, and a good protection dog as well. Lilo has been Clara’s shadow since she came to us, and will probably not outlive Clara by long. They are only eight months apart in age.
Lilo (left- 2 years old) Clara (right- 3 years old)
Lilo- 3 years old
Even though my mind understands the limitations of canine longevity, in my denial I wasn’t looking very hard to find Clara a protégé. I was thinking either I would save up some money and try to get either a GSD pup from someone reputable, or that the Hand of Fate would somehow place another Malinois in my path.
Lucy – 1 year old, being good, but only because she was sleeping.
For me the thought of living without at least one protection dog is not a pleasant one. Lucy (the Bulldog X Beagle) is only three years old, but at only 40# and with dim wits (love the dog, she’s very sweet, but she’s as thick as a post) she’s not a protection dog. So I faced the prospect of not having a protection dog at all, and then trying to educate a green dog without the help of a seasoned dog. Lucy is not a role model. If anything, as far as canine behavior goes, she serves as a primer on how not to act.
Clara used to get up in the window to watch the world go ’round, but not much any more.
Oddly enough, Providence doesn’t necessarily share my aesthetic, my timing, or my professed desires. Let’s just say that instead of a young female Malinois or GSD… I ended up with a young male Catahoula Cur.
One of my son’s friends had come back to Ohio from Texas (don’t know all the background info, don’t really need to) and couldn’t keep his dog. My son- and only male children have a surprising amount of sway on their old decrepit mothers- implored me to come meet this dog before he was consigned to the dog pound, which, given his looks, could lead to a probable nasty fate at the hands of local dog fighters. So, even though he is not a GSD or Malinois, I agreed to meet the dog. And I fell in love. Let’s just say I’ve gotten Mr. Brutus his rabies tag and dog license, and he’s loving having a three-girl-dog harem.
Brutus and Lucy
I’d never even heard of a Catahoula Cur (or more properly, Louisiana Catahoula Leopard Dog) before last week, and I am pretty aware of dog breeds. I thought he was a very large (1 year old and 65#) and strangely marked Pit Bull. But Catahoulas are not Pit Bulls. Their bodies are longer and a bit leaner, their feet are larger, and the webbing on their feet goes all the way out to the ends of the toes. They are larger (males are 65-95#) than Pit Bulls, and are known for the leopard patterns in their coats. Many, like Brutus, have blue eyes.
Catahoulas are used to hunt wild boar in Louisiana and Texas, and they likely have Pit Bull in their lineage, along with Mastiff, and various sight hounds. Even though Brutus and Clara look nothing alike, they have eerily similar mentalities. Both dogs are infinitely aware of their surroundings, and both are intuitive. He will learn well, and it is good to have a young protection dog again.
Clara, age 14
I know that I will grieve down to my very soul when Clara and Lilo pass. They have been most excellent dogs, but that is the condition of loving a dog- that their life spans are quite finite and all we can do is love them well in the time we have.
I could talk about and dote upon my dogs forever, and that’s a great thing because they are positive. Not everything in life is so good. Jerry is failing at an even faster rate than Miss Clara, and that is not a good thing. He has gotten the oxygen concentrators he needs to help him breathe. Life is finite. Do what you can with what you have.