Vay-kay

You know, vacation! Here I am, just chillin.

My people took me to a big family reunion in Canada, eh? They were afraid that there would be problems taking me across the border, but the border patrol agents only seemed to care whether there were three liters of wine in the car or four: they didn't even look at me (imagine!). We spent a night in the Ottawa pub district and about every two seconds someone on the street asked Rarf, "What kind of dog is that?" In Canada! I mean, I thought Newfies were like their national dog or something. Then we spent three days at a lake. I actually got tired of going in the water---really! That whole fetch thing gets old. And Rarf was trying to get me to pull kayaks to shore. NOT!

What's so funny?

I heard Rarf yelling for me today, but I couldn't understand why she couldn't find me. Where else would any self-respecting Newf sleep, but in the bathtub? When she finally found me, she started laughing. What's so funny? She sleeps in that awful stuffy room upstairs---which one of us is foolish, I ask you?

This gate gets smaller and smaller

There is a plywood gate at the entrance to the kitchen. (It used to be to keep me in, but lately it's being used to keep me out.) The gate seemed HUGE when I was a puppy. But now that I'm almost five months old, I'll be able to clear this in no time!

Trip to Unity

My people took me for a long car ride today. We went to Unity College, and I slept and played under some trees while they took classes. Then we drove to a big field where we're going to live some day. There were wild animal droppings everywhere, which was cool and kind of scary. We heard a sound like someone throwing big rocks, and suddenly there HUGE horses pulling a wagon! I got to play with two dogs, and we all rode in the wagon while the horses pulled us around (ha! Which are the more intelligent animals?) In the photo I'm helping Rarf plant some trees.

Devil dog

Been busy lately! Last weekend I spent a lot of time out in the yard with Rarf. She was digging up plants, and I kept trying to get her attention. Just when I was starting to have fun, she'd run at me yelling, "get out of the burdocks," or "don't eat rocks!" The stream valley was all flooded, and I thought she'd be happy that I was trying to swim, but she screamed something about "beaver fever," and muttered something about "full of the devil" as she dragged me out. She needs to relax some, I think.

She brought Rosie outside---Rosie can fly, so she must be supernatural or something---and Rosie let me sniff her without biting my nose, for once. The best part of the whole day was . . . marrow bones to gnaw!!!

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?

Spring means water!

We went down the railroad tracks to the stream today. No more ice, just LOTS of water! At first I was stuck on a double leash with my cranky stepbrother, Shadow. Then Rarf released us. The water was cold and fast and loud: I stuck my face right in it. And on the way home I found a mud hole and a burdock bush!