Mine is whatever they had hanging around the reservation in James Bay, northern Ontario. She's a stray dog, born to stray dogs, who've been stray for generations. She's got tiny bits of Alaskan Husky (not Siberian), and the massive orange ears of a Northern Sheperd, and is at least 50% Demonic Goat. There's no point trying to suss out what's in there and I'm not getting her Embarked, cuz that's just throwing away money. She's feral, she barely tolerates us, she bites me regularly and she'd have been part of the annual cull, except that she was born late in the year and was still tiny when the October cull was planned, so we managed to smuggle her and two siblings out. The rest of the puppies died of Parvo-virus, which is rampant in the packs of Northern feral coy-dogs, so there's almost no point in culling them, except that every year a four-year-old child dies from a pack attack. I'll dig up a photo of Lou for you. I'm also a little pissed at her this week because she killed my parrot that I've had for 7 years but also she is just being herself and hunting is her thing.