For those who don’t know, Boudreaux was a breeder of fighting Pit Bulls, though his family says he himself had not fought dogs in over 50 years.
What is undeniable is that Boudreaux lived in poverty, supported by breeding fighting dogs and fighting cocks in a dirt yard filled with rusting metal, old tires, piles of old lumber, rolls of chain link fence, a mobile home, broken cars, and chained dogs sleeping in collapsing dog houses and old pickel barrels. Boudreaux’s chained dogs wallowed in muddy pools of standing rainwater from the circular ruts proscribed by their chains.
In a 2005 raid, 57 pit bulls were seized and euthanized, though charges were ultimately dropped three years later. The Boudreaux’s claimed their dogs were used for hunting, shows, competitive weight pulling and as pets, and that the anabolic steroids found in the raid were for the fighting cocks.
The fighting dog community, of course, knows why they lionized Boudreaux, and it wasn’t for pet dogs or sterling care, was it?
No, it was not.
What’s any of this have to do with working terriers? Not much, but a little.
Look at Floyd Boudreaux’s card and notice the word: “Patterdales”.
Another dog dealer trying to con the gullible and the pretenders?
I don’t know. All I know is what I have said before:
“If there was ever a stranger group than young bulldog afficionado's, I have not met them. They are a truly odd bunch of people that lurk at the periphery of the working terrier world.“On the one hand, you have the dog fighters and wanna-be dog fighters. These numbskulls range from preening fakes and short-tooled fools to sick sadists. Any way you cut it, they are a sad case with even sadder dogs.”
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