As the temperature rises deep in southern Louisiana bringing the porch bed at high noon the favorite place to be, as the fans swirling image’s and a breeze through the breezeway where I laid sprawled out on the porch floor as if belonging to a royal bloodline; there at the side of the porch bed by Pa one of my favorite people besides Ma and baby Fisher who’s on the way in a few more months. I heard ole Doc say…

Oh pardon my manners I’m Beauregard Fisher the family protector, loyal friend, companion and trusted dog. This is my recollection of how I came ’bout my family and our life’s together from the beginning of the FISHER FAMILY.

It’s about as hot as a July could ever be, sweat as thick as jam on a biscuit and nastier than a pig in a woller but I’m a here feeling bigger than a mess of turnip greens on Sunday afternoon.

Pa resting on this beautiful Sunday after the preachin’ and eatin. Pa says,”‘ comes a lay down on the porch for a good spell ” and I’m a stretched out here just a thinkin bout the few years I’ve been here, I’ve been certainly blessed for sure.

I met Pa bout two years ago as I played within my brother’s, sister and ma hound in the front yard of the Reynold’s farm just bout 1/4 mile past the river bend on ole Cane Creek Rd where life is hard but sweet so I’ve been told. I was just a bout ready for a nap when I heard a deep but kindly voice say,” HELLO Little Fellar” aren’t you the cutest runt of the litter, you know you runts make the darn best friend’s a man, woman or child can have, I’m just gonna see if in I can aquire you Little Fellar, how’d you likin to be part of my growin little family. I being me was round bout his feet playin being silly ole me whichin Mr Fisher must a took a liken to coz I’ve been by his side ever day from then on. I’m a his shadow, learnin all I can learn to care for our growin family.

I first belonged to RC Reynolds a fine gentleman of uprightness a kinda preacher man but not behind a pulpit, his preachins are in the town square where’s everyone can come to listen about the Lord of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the Lord Jehovah Father God. Mr Reynolds raises fine coon dog’s like myself, blood hound’s the finest in the south and interests otherins in Jehovah too. He’s a goodin a fine man yes sir but not as fine as Mr. Henry Fisher my now pa, Pa was calling me Beauregard by the time we was arriving to my new home.. Pa said I was named after his pappy Beauregard Fisher who owned the Beauregard plantation on which I was now livin.