Technically he was my Grandmother’s Dog, but he lived next door and spent most of his time at our place, I was the one who took him for walks, played with him and tried to teach him tricks, I did have some success in sitting and not stealing food, but not a lot. he was a Mutt, mostly a Fox Terrier, he was a pound puppy, a throw away no one wanted, so we took him in. I am sure there are more photos, but this is the only one I have found so far. He was not the worlds greatest dog, and I would have a few of those, but he was ours and we loved him.
He was our first Houdini dog; didn’t matter what we did, he could always escape and usually did. It didn’t help that my Nan (going senile) used to just open the side gate on a Saturday Morning, so he could have an outing. Even the local Council gave up putting him in the pound, they just used to put him back at Nan’s and close the gate!
He had one other bad habit……which was to be his downfall in the end, he like to attack possums. We had to chain him up at night for his own protection and theirs, unfortunately one night he met a particularly grisly end when he took on a large and nasty possum. Poor Joey he wasn’t with us that long, but I do have a soft spot for him.