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!

I love raspberries :)

"Pick your own" is the best! We have the best raspberry patch in our yard. However, Rarf says dogs don't like fruit. Let's puzzle this out: I'm a dog; I like fruit. I love Rarf, but between you and me, she's not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Suppertime

"It's supp supp supper, the very best time of day!" (to quote Snoopy, one of my personal heros). I actually get to eat supper three times a day, which is fun, because the older dogs I live with only eat twice and they get SO jealous. I don't mess around, either: I dive my head right into my bowl, so the food just surrounds my mouth. Rarf is always wiping off my ears and my neck after I'm done. Is that obsessive or what?