As you can imagine, rum running was a cash-and-carry business. When wads of dollars filled Bill’s pockets, he dumped the dough on the double bunk he shared with his dog. Faithful guarded the stash with bared teeth and a guttural growl. Bill said that anyone dumb enough to reach for the cash would have to kill or be killed. He literally bet his money on his dog.
The only picture I could find of Faithful is in the tight hug of Gertrude Lythgoe, the Queen of Rum Running. From what little I can see, Faithful looks more like a Black Labrador than the Newfoundland dogs I’ve been honored to pet.
After a little web searching, I found a picture of a Newfoundland dog from the 1920s. I’ll be darned if this pup isn’t the spitting image of a Lab or even a Chesapeake Bay Retriever.
I’d let this tough guy guard my cash any day.