At six in the morning, we don’t see too many other dogs on our walks. At least once a week we’ll pass by the home of the marshmallow of a canine below and we always stop to say hello. I may or may not slip her a few pieces of kibble at the same time. Could you blame me?
She – or he, I guess I don’t know for sure – is such a sweetheart. Typically I avoid dogs behind fences but this dog approaches so softly and with such a low, sweeping tail, that I never felt any reservations about approaching.
I just wish I could figure out what mix of breeds she is. Newfoundland, perhaps? Her fur is mostly black, except for her front paws and legs which are a light brown. She is about the size of a Newf or a Bernese Mountain Dog.
What do you think?