And this one, his name is Hurricane.

My uncle is stationed in Louisianna. I'm not exactly sure what his specific duties are. This is irrelevent to the story at hand. This dog starts following him around; that's what's relevent. My uncle digs dogs and is amused by him. At some point, someone comes up to him and asks if he knows the story behind the dog. My uncle says no and asks him to elaborate. Well, this guy explains that they had been doing rescue in a flooded area and found an old man, a woman, and this dog in a tree. They try to get the two people into the boat, but the old man stops them and says, "We need to get the dog." They tried to explain to him that they were trying to save people and there wasn't enough room for the dog, but the man would have none of it. He said if they didn't take the dog, they might as well move on, because he would not get into a boat. So, they resigned and broughtthe dog on the boat. Well, the old man did not survive, and the woman was completely unrelated, so they were stuck with the dog. They sort of just set him loose hoping that someone would take care of him. And that's how he found his way to my uncle. My aunt went down there for a while and when she returned, the dog came with her. Welcome to Oklahoma, Hurricane.