Deckman: I don't recall the parody, but Abdul Abulbul Amir was a favorite of my Dad's, in fact he liked it so much he named my dog Abdul when he got it for me in about 1932 when I was seven. Every other kid I knew had a dog named Shep, or Pard, or Jack, or Skip and I had this dog named Abdul. I never would call him by name if any body was around but he was pretty good about comin when I whistled, and he knew the difference between my whistle and somebody elses. He was pretty smart at times.

One time he treed a coon (four-legged) out in a big meadow with only one tree in it. I told him to sit and stay under the coon-tree and ran home for my .22 and when I got back about twenty minutes later he'd never moved an inch. There he was all panting with excitement when he saw me comin with the gun in my hand, his tail waggin a mile a minute. uhcourse, the coon had snuck down the other side of the tree from where the dog was and lit for other parts. I could hardly get the dog to leave that tree, he kept runnin around and lookin up into the branches and I practically had ta drag him home.

After that he never could pass that tree without runnin up and puttin his paws up on the trunk and peerin up into the leaves and branches.

George MacClanahan (Who are Spud)