LANGUAGE AND NEWFS

I suppose I am endlessly fascinated with our communications between species.  It *is* difficult enough to communicate within-species at times.  There is so much that gets in the way of what we intend and what someone else hears, and sometimes the intent is heard loudly above the words.  In other words, we don’t always use words, and sometimes we just don’t use our words well.  The reactions and interpretations of humans are often clear before words emerge, sometimes to a much greater extent than the human is aware of.  So, when we can connect and communicate across species, I do find it fascinating.

This morning was the culmination of a long, wet, muddy week.  The girls enjoyed some outside time, thanks to the cooler weather, but not enough exercise still – my obstacles this week.  And, this morning is of course FRIDAY!  Yesterday I had been wondering whether the favorite day of the week was being forgotten, or confused due to the odd schedule of people over the past few weeks and the 4th of July holiday.  And speaking of the 4th of July holiday, the big girl was particularly unhappy.  Greg and I had been in Joplin and decided to go to a restaurant before coming home in the evening.  When we got back, there were about 20 wet tufts of hair spread across the floor.  My fault again!  Jade isn’t comfortable with storms or fireworks, and she got both while we were gone.  Had we been there, she would have slept, or pretended to sleep, but she wouldn’t have appeared to most to be uncomfortable, although she would have been staying close.  With the girls being stuck at home by themselves, apparently her stress took over.  I couldn’t find any wet areas on Banner, and not much on Jade, although after they had been outside, it wasn’t clear, but I’m sure those came from Jade.  Anxiety can drive a girl to do odd things, like chew on her coat.  Jade is our second Newf to be storm-concerned.  She isn’t as stressed about it as Brit was, but I knew that both storms and fireworks made her uncomfortable.  I’m not sure where she took the hair off; she has plenty left.  She has a heavy layer of that post-spay downy, cottony coat.  And with all of the rain and humidity, it is looking very full.  Pretty nice to squeeze when she wants a hug, but difficult to feel the dog underneath.  (and this bushy thick coat is much better than when she had pyo and lost all of her undercoat)

So, back to this being Friday.  Last night, both girls wanted to lie outside and watch for Greg.  The first night someone is gone is less surprising these days, but by the second night, it’s time for everyone to be back in the pod.  The third night leads to concern.  Last night was the second night, this week.  The girls had to go to bed without everyone being here.  This morning, the little girl was the first to wake.  Her tolerance is better than it used to be, but she made it clear that limits were being met.  When I got up to let her out, as I climbed down the steps from the bed, she cursed a blue streak!  In dog speak.  She doesn’t hesitate to express her opinion, or to use foul language when the mood suits her.  And since we find it amusing, she doesn’t hold back!  I can’t be certain about everything that is on her mind, but this much I know:  1)  I was being too slow to suit her.  2)  It was Friday again, so we needed to get into gear.  3)  Everything that follows getting up in the morning needed to proceed quickly, as based on her opinion, we were too far behind daybreak already.  Fridays are a bit like Christmas, and the more bored the Newf, the more excited they are when Friday arrives.

Most Newfs are opinionated, at least in our home, but Banner has more confidence in her opinion, or the importance of her opinion, than most of the others have, necessitating more dialog.  That’s right, “dialogue”, not “monologue”.  I get to hear her side of things, and very clearly.  I tend to speak to them in complete sentences, although I’m sure they hear key words.  For example, I enjoyed a sub sandwich for lunch, and the girls enjoyed a bit of bread, meat and cheese with a little sauce.  As I walked away to wash my hands from the messiness of the sandwich, coated with some slime, I noticed that Banner didn’t follow.  She’s three now, and she behaves more responsibly, most of the time.  I said, “Banner, if it’s in the trash, leave it,” referring to that wonderful-smelling wrapper.  What she heard that made sense to her was probably “Banner trash leave-it”, enough to get the point across.  She walked over and laid near Jade.  Speaking in full sentences helps me keep a thought in context more than it helps them, and it includes the familiar terms that let them interpret:  Blah-blah-blah – treat, blah-blah-blah – go outside, blah-blah-blah – water, and so forth.  I find that Newfs are very smart, and they learn quickly.  What helps them learn best is timing and being consistent.  Looking at them to be sure I have their attention helps them learn that they can depend on me to hear as well as talk.   I find that a preconceived idea that a dog is “dumb” only causes people to see evidence of what they believe and not realize the full potential of a bond.  This was first made abundantly clear with a girl that I took from Rescue one time, who was not supposed to be very bright.  As it turned out, the humans who had her were the ones who were not very bright.   Later, I got some very good training from Banker.  He increased my expectations in so many ways, and when he didn’t understand, something that happened rarely, he would give me such a look that it was painful.  He didn’t want to disappoint anyone, and it hurt instantly when I realized that I was expecting too much from him.  So, I learned to test their reaction before forming an expectation.

So, I think I’m a reasonably well-trained human, until someone new comes along to show me what I don’t yet know.  Thank goodness for learning opportunities!

And Happy Friday!

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THE NEWFOUNDLANDS AT NEWFOUND GAP

I’ve found a new purpose for a GPS:  When someone tells you that it’s only a 1-mile hike, all very uphill of course, check your GPS!  (if you have signal, of course)

The Newfoundlands at Newfound Gap (NC)

The Newfoundlands at Newfound Gap (NC)

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LOOK! IT’S A . . . NEWFOUNDLAND!

For as long as you share the company of Newfoundlands, you will meet people who look at them and exclaim, “It looks like a __________!”  Newfoundlands have been described in a number of ways, but the common ones are:

Black St. Bernard
Black Great Pyr
and by their most widely known moniker:  “It looks like a bear!”

There have been Newfoundlands credited for “bear” sightings so that posters were put up to warn people about the presence of bears.  One lady was stopped by law enforcement because it was reported that someone was walking a bear on leash.  And a person from work went on vacation in Colorado with her parents only be become aware that they were being “stalked”, at which point they began running and pointed the video camera backward, bouncing along the trail with them.  This probably wasn’t such a bad idea.  If they went missing and the camera were found, this would explain what happened:  They were mugged by a Newfoundland dog who thought the chase was great fun!

So, it’s time to turn things around, don’t you think?

Newfoundland dog sighting at Cade’s Cove!

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THE BREW

Mmmm.  Enjoying that hot, fresh cup of coffee in the morning is such an enlightener.  It starts with a good source of coffee, but as dedicated as I am to the source and the process, the form (ground or whole beans) isn’t as crucial.  Mainly, it is the source that determines the outcome.  With a well-known fondness for a morning cup of coffee, coffee becomes a frequent travel or occasion gift.  I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing coffees from different growing regions brought back as gifts and as imported coffees acquired from coffee shop vendors.  When Starbucks was new in its surge, a taxi driver in the DC area and I discussed the attributes of coffees and agreed that Starbucks was the best locally available coffee, although he claimed that Ethiopian coffee was the best.  A friend from Hawaii claimed that Kona was the best.  Someone from Turkey claimed that Turkish coffee was best, and I’m planning to try that method as well.  It may be the only one thicker than my own brew.  Soon I’ll get to try some Moroccan coffee.

When a nephew traveled to Ethiopia, he brought back a variety being roasted and sold on the street.  He said the smell in that area was wonderful, where there were many different street vendors.  This coffee was in the form of whole lightly roasted beans that had been roasted for no more than 2-3 days when the first cup was brewed.  It had a pleasant aroma and a gentle flavor with floral characteristics.  I kept the beans in the refrigerator, and as the beans aged, a lemony flavor and aroma replaced the floral one.  A local chemistry professor with a strong fondness for coffee buys the beans green and roasts those just prior to use.  His dedication ranks higher than mine.  Clearly, this is a “natural product”, not a stabilized, shelf-life-extended product, so it is subject to change, which means that somewhere among many variables lies an opportunity to optimize the quality.  This is a shared vulnerability among coffee enthusiasts, well- exploited by those marketing to our interests.  We can buy equipment for roasting beans, obtain beans from all over the world (can’t grow it here), buy brewing equipment that ranges in cost from $20 to tens of thousands of dollars, and we can buy packaging that enhances the appeal of our passion.  We can even buy historical brewing equipment, with copper boilers, to reach rumored perfection.

This may sound a bit cynical with regard to coffee as a marketed industry, but I do take my preferences very seriously.  I’ve learned that a certain coffee source from South America has great appeal and doesn’t change much when vacuum-packaged in the form of a ground, medium-roasted bean.  There is imprinting in my preferences, if not also genetics.  This was a widely preferred type of coffee from back in the days of Arbuckle’s.  Dad told me that his father’s preference was for Jamaica Mountain Peaberry, freshly ground from whole roasted beans.  (This was over 100 years ago.)  When I was a baby, I remember Dad putting coffee in my baby bottle.  I remember little else from that point in life, but I remember the taste of the coffee.  This imprint includes cream and sugar.  For as long as he lived, my Dad’s coffee was the best, and he brewed in a simple Mr. Coffee brewer.

There are many whole-bean options, and a range of grinding equipment in a range of prices.  A burr grinder is preferred, to produce a consistent grind, if you don’t buy coffee pre-ground.  Rumor is that the ground coffee flavor will not be as stable, but the rate of change in flavor actually increases shortly after roasting.  Whole beans can be stored in the freezer to decrease the rate of change, but change will occur, and the origin of the coffee, based on its chemistry, may influence the rate of change.  A package of ground coffee that is consumed within about 10 days and carefully stored may not result in much difference to the whole bean version of the product, unless you leave the ground coffee in a timed brewer for the next morning.

Water makes a very big difference in coffee.  The best coffee is brewed from water taken directly from an Ozark Mountain spring.  The next best, and in our area most readily available water for this purpose is a store brand of spring water from this area.  This water comes through a limestone filtration process, with no odd off-flavors – no water-treatment by-products, no metals at a level that can be tasted, no sulfur, just clean spring water.  This is one of the world’s most valuable disappearing resources, as we deplete our natural gifts through aggressive agricultural practices, industrial waste mishandling and general excess in consumable goods purchasing.  But for now, there are still springs, and the water will never taste better or produce better coffee.

When traveling, I like to sample coffee at different coffee shops.  I usually try the variety that they use to produce most of their beverages, since this is probably the most widely preferred by customers, although the more expensive coffees are not available for this purpose.  Most coffee houses have selected a single or primary source of roasted beans and they use brewing equipment that is too expensive for common home use.  My preferred form is usually a latte, or occasionally an Americano.  Sometimes the coffees are named to fit their “personality”, such as PT’s Flying Monkey.  (PT is a Kansas producer, of course.)

At home, I’ve discovered, is usually the best coffee, with the South American variety in a commercially packaged ground form, brewed with a pour-over method.  This is a popular home-brewing method also, and enthusiasts have their preferences for water temperature and flow rate.  The brewing device can be purchased for around $10 online as a well-glazed ceramic funnel that sits atop a mug, or for a little higher price, a larger funnel that sits on a coffee pot.  Glass or well-glazed boilers are best for heating the water.  Ideally, the spout should be long enough that steam doesn’t burn your hand when you pour, but if not, you can pour sideways from the pot to reduce that risk.  There are some who will carefully use a thermometer and pour only water at a certain temperature, ranging somewhere between around 175-195 degrees F.  When you want to use water that is 195 F, you may as well boil the water.  When you pull the pot from the burner and pour over the coffee, the temperature at which the water contacts the beans and flows slowly through the coffee will be lower than 212, easily as low as 195 F.

There are different paper filters for these cone-shaped brewing devices, and the paper will contribute an off-flavor as well as change the flow rate during brewing.  So, my process is to boil water aggressively, just enough to pour over the filter twice and brew my mug of coffee.  By rinsing the filter, most of the off-flavor is removed, along with other hot-water soluble manufacturing residues, and the filter and mug are warmed.  After emptying and rinsing the mug with hot water, I shovel three well-rounded teaspoons of ground coffee into the filter, plus a little extra for good measure, as I had always watched when my Dad made coffee.  You want no doubt that the flavor will be strong enough, as weak coffee is simply revolting.

Then, I pour gently across the top and all around the coffee in the filter, being careful because there is little room left for water.  Once the brewing begins, there will be a little more room at the top.  As the liquid sifts through the filter, the pores becomes filled with the finer grounds, and the flow rate decreases.  The flow control is limited to this brewing process, and this brewing step takes approximately 5-6 minutes per mug.  Since there are no shortcuts, if you don’t have enough time, it is a good day for a cup of tea instead.  One bonus is that the single-cup brewing method is easily portable for travel, as long as you have access to hot water.

While making the brew in this manner, there is an added benefit of the inhalation experience, that mind-clarifying enlightenment that comes with the aroma of the volatiles and the moisture in the form of steam that passes through your airways.  This is why your coffee experience should be the first part of your day, and ideally, the start of every day, for as long as there is good coffee in this world and clean water to brew it with.

If I ever had brown Newfoundlands, there would be at least one “coffee litter”, with names such as Kaffe, Kona and  Kahlua, or “Jamaica” (call name “Jimmy”), “Columbian” (“Conny”) and Espresso (“Speedo”) – no Flying Monkeys please.  Banner could have easily been a Speedo – she doesn’t sleep much and has far more energy than the rest of us can keep up with.  However, I am a lot like Henry Ford when it comes to Newfoundlands; I love the deep shiny black coats.

Happy coffee-making.

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