Let me introduce myself.  My name is Louette.  I grew up in Arab, Alabama which is your typical, small southern town.  I have always loved dogs, especially large ones and living in a rural area afforded me the opportunity to grow up with a wide variety.

I have owned and had experience with Pit Bulls, Rottweilers and American Bulldogs most of my life thanks in big part to my father, Joe.  He has an eye disease called Retinitis Pigmentosa and is totally blind, but he has never let that slow him down.  He is truely my inspiration!  He is an amazing man and he's a bulldog lover.  I'm sure my love of dogs came from him.

A favorite old photo of my Dad and I   

I met my husband, Tommy back in the early nineties.  It was the love of an American Bulldog that brought us together.

I had just lost a beloved American Bulldog named Kay.  

He was a great working dog, tough as nails!!!  Kay was my boy, but my father often borrowed him, as he co-owned a small hog farm with anywhere from two to two hundred hogs at the time.

Kay would run several miles just to reach the property where the hogs were kept, often making trips several times a day over very rough terrain.  He could catch or herd as needed.  He was the true definition of a real, working bulldog.

One of only a very few photo's I have of Kay.  His name was actually Sir Kay after King Arthur's brother.   He was standing in front of my pride and joy 300ZX.  I miss my car, but I would give anything if I could have Kay back.

Sadly, I lost Kay at only 3 years old.  He was poisoned along with several pets and hunting dogs in our community.  I was absolutely heartbroken and devastated. 

Tommy knew this.  He found another American Bulldog puppy almost the exact replica of Kay.  We named him Harley.  I guess it was then, I realized how much Tommy cared for me.  My mother has always said he won my heart with that dog!   

Harley was a very special boy.  Not only to me, but to Tommy as well.  We had Harley for 11 wonderful years.  I can't tell you how close I was to him, closer than I have ever been to most people.  We lost him to cancer in May of 2004.  I had never seen Tommy cry until the night that Harley died. 

We were both still grieving over our precious boy when we found Doc.  Doc looked so much like Harley.  Doc can never be Harley, just as Harley was never Kay.  You have to love and accept each one for what they are, and we love our Dockety Doo! 

I know we will have a lot of good times ahead of us.  There is much to see and do.  Although we are not new to the American Bulldog, we are new to the show world and working events that go along with it.  We are just living, learning and loving in the hopes of continuing our quest.