I spent my younger childhood in Newfoundland. Yup I am 100% newfie, and ridiculously proud of it....lol. We always had a dog in the house and coming from a modest background it was most certainly a mutt. That didn't matter to me I loved them for who they were and the earliest one I remember is Pepe. Pepe was the runt of the litter from what I've been told and he lived the longest. There are very few pictures of him but this is what I could find.
I asked my Mom what kind of dog he was and she didn't know. Some sort of Terrier she replied..... hmmmm looking very familiar if you ask me. That's me in the background he always put up with me I don't ever remember feeling afraid of him or getting bit. He was a dog that had character, if that is what you want to call it!! lol
He used to eat peoples' garbage, then wander down to the Bay and roll in dead things that washed up from the Ocean including seaweed. Stink!, oh my Lord, and not just from his Ocean adventures he could clear the couch in 10 seconds flat and he loved it.
|Marg, reminds me of Pepe with her brindle hairs....lol|