The world's smallest Newf? NOT!

So it turns out that I am not an abnormally small Newf; Rarf was just starving me. Seriously! She was so worried that I might become one of those fat Newfies that she wasn't feeding me enough. It took a visit to Birchbark Newfoundlands, where I was born, to make her see the light. Amy took one look at me and told Rarf to increase my food by 2 cups a day (thanks, Amy!) And Rarf wondered why I was eating rocks, sticks, anything I could get my paws on. I am now 120 pounds, 28 inches at the shoulder---and still pretty darned thin. Feed me more, Rarf!