Hello, thank you so much for joining me today for Give Him 15.

The title of our post today is Hounds, H-O-U-N-D-S, as in Hound Dogs, Hounds and Roosters.

C-C and I have a treying walker coon hound, not running around a farm, but in our house.

She was found in a cage at the local PetSmart needing a home.

My sweet wife, who it seems has the God-given destiny of seeing how many dogs one couple can own in a lifetime,

swears she was providentially led to Gracie Mae.

All of Cece's dogs have middle names.

We didn't know Gracie was a coon dog at first, just that she was a hound,

with a cute, heart-shaped, freckle on her nose, Cece says.

About two weeks into her adoption, she found her bark.

Correction, she doesn't bark.

Our other two dogs bark.

Gracie howls or bays.

Not being a cunehound expert, I looked up the word bay to make sure... Gracie howls or bays.

Not being a cunehound expert, I looked up the word bay to make sure, to make certain it was accurate.

A deep, prolonged howl, as of a hound on a scent.

Perfect.

When Gracie made her first attempt at it, I said to Cece, that sounded like a coon dog. A couple of weeks later, the vet confirmed it, a treying, Walker, coon hound.

Now that Gracie Mae is fully grown, so is her how. I've tried to come up with a spelling

for how it sounds, but can't. Just try to imagine Scooby-Doo with a bullhorn. And when she talks, yes, she talks.

It's simply a how at a conversational volume.

Sometimes she tries it with a bone in her mouth.

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