I thought I had more pictures of her but apparently I don't.
14 years she's been kicking around and terrorizing squirrels and neighborhood cats that wander into our yard.
Bark was much worse than her bite. If you were on the other side of the glass from her, you'd think she'd have a taste for human flesh and more kills than Dr.Kevorkian. But, as soon as you came into the house, she'd just try to lick you to death.
No more though, she's gone. Biggest set of balls on a dog ever. She was such a brat. One time she thought it would be an excellent idea to go attack two Rottweilers that lived down the street. Thankfully they were such big sooks that they didn't hurt her. Another time a Pitbull came too close for its own good, and even though I was holding her she managed to bite the Pitbull right square on its head. She took a bite to her stomach but she didn't care. I recall coming home one day and having to meet my mother at the vet cause she got into another fight which left her with a nickle sized hole in her head, such that you could see her skull. Stupid mutt never even noticed or seemed to care. You could tell she was thinking, "You should see the other guy!"
We picked her up from the SPCA so many years ago, she got fed things that apparently would kill dogs without her so much as getting barfy or the shits. Chocolate, grapes, honey, she ate anything we ate and still kept on going.
I called her Ol'Iron Fang cause her left canine jutted out from her lip like a werewolf. Birth defect, hit from a car when she was a stray pup, who knows. All we knew was that nobody else wanted a dog with a crooked tooth, and we couldn't have done with any other mongrel.
Gemma's gone but I'll always remember the mutt.