It was 2012 and I was awaken to the sound of what I thought was the baying of a hound. At first I thought I was dreaming. I knew that sound because all my life I had grown up the daughter of a racoon hunter. We had Redbones, blueticks, and Walkers. It was quite ironic that my dad’s last dog just happened to be a Walker. It was as God had led Dixie to us. At the time I did not see it so fondly. My son had found this nine month old Walker coonhound out in the woods starving. He of course brought her home. My first reaction was oh what are we going to do with another dog! All I knew was there was this Walker dog baying loudly in my basement! The Dixie adventure would then begin.
All about Dixie…
Dixie Hound Mason Jars 