When I was a kid my Grandpa raised hound dogs. Sometimes the mom would dig under something to have her pups. Grandpa would come and get me when the pups were about a week old and have me kneel and say, "Whoopee whoopee whoopee." at the pups. I was mystified the first time he asked me to do this, but those pups would squirm right up out of their den! Grandpa said it was because I sounded like a puppy and until their eyes open they tried to all stick tight together.
I also got to mix bright yellow sulfer powder with Crisco to make a paste for wounds. When it was the color of butter it was perfect. And when the hounds licked it off he told me it did them as much good on the inside as out.
I whooped pups out from under his trailer and mixed medicine until I went away to college. He died a year later.
There are still men in the valley that remember buying a hound from Granpa and what good dogs they were. I've been thinking about him a lot today!