Friday was a Canaan dog, which is recognized as Israel’s national breed. John wanted everyone to think he was a mixed breed so that people wouldn’t rush out to get one. I don’t know if the breeder wanted this or if John wanted to make sure people were getting a dog for the right reasons, but I think it was an admirable thing to do. When you don’t do your research on breeds, you can wind up in a real jam, and a dog is a commitment for years (at least for us).
Anyway, after John and Carolyn died, Friday went to live in Portugal with Efigenio Pinheiro, John’s longtime butler. I read awhile back that Friday passed away at age eight of cancer. That’s not very long for a dog of his breed; their life expectancy is approximately 12-15 years.
I also heard that John paid the breeder or a trainer to train Friday for a few weeks before getting him. They really lucked out with their pup. He endured the paparazzi confrontations with grace and seemed so friendly. My last two dogs have been troubled rescues, so seeing this kind of behavior is foreign to me. It was probably foreign to John too, as Sam, his German Shepherd, was “unstable” according to RoseMarie’s book and wound up biting a George staffer.
Here are a few photos of the cutie. I have more, but will save them so we can have “Friday Fridays” for a few weeks. 😉