IF YOU WANT TO KNOW

Whether your Newf gets on the furniture when you’re gone:

    • Take her out for a swim or give her a bath, or both.  Give her a quick blow-dry, 20 mins. instead of 1+ hours.
    • Go out for dinner, and pick up a video.
    • While still wearing shorts, and with the air conditioning adjusted for Newf comfort, relax and have a seat on the sofa!

Ladies, this is one reason that we work hard to train the males in the household to leave the seat down!

We’re pretty much hard-wired when it comes to sitting on cold wet surfaces.  😉

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NOT EXACTLY LEWIS & CLARK . . .

There seems to be an unspoken philosophy in our lives, and it aligns with the creatures who share our living space, and our farm:   Adventure is where you find it.  If you don’t look, you don’t know what you’re missing.  If you look, well, sometimes there is a reason behind that the old saying about curiosity and the cat, and sometimes, you are rewarded for your effort.  It is up to Shroedinger – you won’t know until you look.  Sometimes you get both reward and penalty in one stroke.

Well, that’s part of the fun in life.

This weekend, our outing to the lake dwindled from three parties to one, but even one can be a party, when that party includes Newfs and water!

With items packed for water play (minus the missing bumpers), dogs included, even the Boston Terrier whose idea of swimming is dog-paddling about 3 feet in 8″ of water, we drove into the sunrise.  Our first choice was less dog-friendly than on another visit, so we moved on to the river below.  There was a fun-sounding stopping point named the Romp Hole, but the sign that directed us from the paved road was the only sign between the road and the river, with several paths and intersections of gravel road to choose from.  The land had a similar character to the area where we camp in the fall, with hills, trees and long, narrow, winding gravel roads.

We found an access point to the river, but it was down a sandy slope, and there was a very nice, broad gravel beach on the other side.  So, we continued a little further down the road until one of us decided that it was time to stop and ask a local person for directions.  (Sometimes that is me.  <g>)  We found a guy moving gravel with a tractor, doing some voluntary road repair, and he seemed willing to take a short break in the heat and visit with us.  (This is where a GPS can take the fun out of travel.)  We visited about relatives that he had in our home area, talked about horses and riding, talked about the weather and got directions to a couple of places to try.

Rivers can be better than lakes, when the water is clear and the river bottom is gravel, and when there is a good access point and not too much current.  So, we made our way back, stopping at the first point of suggestion, the official “Romp Hole”.  The storms had washed out the roads and river banks, and this location had just reopened the previous week.  The access was good for Newfs, and the river had a gravel bottom, but there was a lot of silt, possibly from the storms and flooding in the spring.  We drove down to the concrete ramp, then turned around to find a parking place.  As the van moved to one side of the road, the tire sank in the sand, and the van became a motionless 5-ton object.  I wondered whether we could describe our location to a tow-truck driver while Greg walked toward the sound of a chainsaw.  Driving a small Ford Ranger pickup, a nice guy from Wisconsin helped us get back onto the road.

We parked and let the dogs swim for a while, then went on to check another access point.  The second location was very pretty, with a wide, long, clean gravel beach and clear water – the same beach that had the sandy slope when accessed from the other side.  By then, it was too hot to take the Newfs onto the gravel for that distance, but it will be a good option for another swim trip when the weather is cooler.

After our explorations, we were far enough from our original route that we stopped to plan a different route back, and we left by way of the Eagle Rock access point for Tablerock.  That looked like another good location for Newfs, with a nice campground for the trailer.  We continued to Roaring River State Park.  Now I can see why this area regularly inspires photo entries at the fair.  It is a fast-rushing small river in a beautiful setting.  It’s a lot like the creek at our family farm where the Newfs enjoy their swims in the spring, complete with the sound of gushing water.  It is a very popular site for trout fishing, but there is an area that would be good for Newf swims if you can catch a day and time when it isn’t as busy.

I wonder what the explorations of Lewis & Clark would have been like if they didn’t have a Newf.

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Fierce Defenders

What a guy!

Part I

Part II

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THE MOOSHING FROG

When Banker was young, he didn’t have to worry about toy competition.  He grew up enjoying his stuffies, playing chase/keep-away, pressing his face into their softness, removing squeakers quietly through a small incision, and treating them with a certain level of respect.  Then Competition (Parker) came along.  I suspect that a little jealousy underlies the way that the new kid on the block treats the other’s toys, and Parker was often rough on toys.  Banker had a hard time with this, but he didn’t want to take the firm approach with correcting Parker.  He was pretty much a softie himself.  So, he instead used another approach, one that we often use when we don’t want to exacerbate a behavior.  He began to ignore the toys.

The boys always had a fondness for stuffed lions that had a certain quiet, pleasant expression.  One Christmas when I had bought some stuffed toys, including a lion with this expression, for some kidlets, they kept breaking into the stash & getting the lion and a gorilla.

Later I found a large stuffed lion at Sam’s.  It became Parker’s favorite toy.  It was almost as big as he was.  He would lie down with it, throw his arms around it, moosh his nose into the Friendly Lion, pull at the soft fabric, then moosh some more.  Eventually, after many machine washings, I set the lion aside for repairs.  The Friendly Lion still sits in that place looking lonely.

Then one day I found a giant caterpillar at Sam’s.  It was made of a consecutive set of brightly colored stuffed pile balls with feet.  It also had antennas at one time, but those apparently needed to be removed by the new Competition.  (Darn girl dogs!  <g>)  I had intended to give this present on a special occasion, but I couldn’t get through the house before Parker spotted enough of it to know that it was supposed to be his and he became very excited.  This toy took the position that the lion had held.  How much better could it get?  A toy as big and soft as the lion made up of balls!

About a year after the Caterpillar arrived, along came Jade.  Toys began to accumulate again that needed repair.  She showed Parker how to “shake the prey” using toys for demonstration, and Parker got plenty of practice on his own.  I got a couple of good photos for a Christmas theme from the Newfs playing with the Caterpillar.  In one they are struggling for the toy and using it for tug-o-war, with a girl Newf wearing a very determined expression.  In the next, they are sharing, lying side by side and enjoying the toy.  Eventually, the caterpillar took up residence in a semi-permanent location, needing repair.

Not very long ago, I found another giant stuffed toy at Sam’s, a bright green frog with big plastic eyes.  This is my third trip to the laundromat with it so far.  It sure draws curiosity from the kids when I carry it in or out.  There isn’t much entertainment at the laundromat while you wait for the large front-loading washer or the dryer to complete their cycles, but you don’t have to worry about getting lonely.  Those giant eyes follow you round and round from inside the machine.  <g>

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