Newfoundland, my Great Aunt and Uncle loved these dogs, had 7 or 8 that I can remember, they had to stop getting them because of the heartbreak of losing them so often. They are feircely loyal, and super smart, stopped my sister and I from getting lost when the light was fading. When I was like 5 I hopped out of the back of our chevy van 20 conversion van and two of these 200+ lb monsters come running to greet us, I SCREAMED "BEAR!" and slammed the sliding door.
The story about that place showed up on my computer today in a "click bait" article. It's basically a hunting lodge for people to shoot puffins. What the hell is a puffin you ask? https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/574766/puffin-facts Link to click bait article on the actual house, it takes awhile to get through the garbage to the information. I'm just guessing the info is actually correct, no warranties either expressed or implied, YMMV, OIMALTTA, NTTAWWT, etc. https://social.digitaltrends.com/g/...rnI4yOxM5uhRqQwGneokfRtoCCG4lIo-I6On_yGkdfWAQ