“What a beautiful dog. What breed is he?”
We got that question a lot when we walked Tony. We responded proudly that he was a mutt.
With a thick coat of long silky hair, a big floofy tail, and solidly built at about 80 pounds, Tony was a unique-looking guy and, best of all, a sweetheart without a mean bone in his body.
Of course, we had fun trying to guess at his possible heritage. The black and tan coloring gave hints of a German shepherd dog. The long hair on his ears, tail, and backs of his legs reminded us of setters or golden retrievers. His solid body and the white on his chest made us think of a Bernese mountain dog. My husband saw a photo in a magazine and was convinced Tony had to have Estrela mountain dog in him until we looked it up and found they were rare outside of Portugal.
Whatever Tony’s ancestry, he didn’t deserve to be left in a box on the road in a nearby town as a puppy. He was not alone—the woman who thankfully stopped to check the box rescued not only him, but another pup she assumed to be his sister.
We hadn’t even intended to keep him. We already had two other mixed-breed dogs adopted from local shelters. We had agreed to foster the chunky little fella...