Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Newfie Lessons



WHAT THE BOOKS "DON'T" TELL YOU

Author Unknown

Our first glimpse of Bear left us without a clue as to what life with a big dog might be like.
Moving flashes of black fluff were all that we could see; and those could only be glimpsed through air holes in the travel cage sitting on the Delta Airlines freight dock at Dallas-Ft Worth Airport.
We were too excited for it to sink in that our 12-week old Newfoundland Puppy already had to have a travel cage for medium sized dogs. But as I opened the cage door; what grabbed my attention was the biggest set of paws I have ever seen in my life! I remember thinking ”Good Lord! If this is just a puppy How big is this dog going to be when he grows up?”
Nine months later- at a year old, 29” tail and 130lbs. We got the answer: a whole lot bigger than the Newfoundland looked in the dog books. And we’re learning almost daily that there are hordes of big dog problems that the books didn’t tell you about.
After years of having only small dogs, we really thought we were ready for our first big dog. We had done our homework and felt we understood and had made mental adjustments for the obvious big dog requirements. We were prepared to by dog food in 50lb. Bags; clean up dog wastes in huge quantities and provide extra space and exercise. We also planned for obedience classes to establish firm control. Those are the kinds of things about which the books give you plenty of warning.
It’s the thing that the books don’t explain that boggle the minds of the first time big dog owner.
Like the statement, “Newfoundlands drink a lot of water.” They don’t drink a lot of water, they drink about a million gallons a day. And about half of that collects in their jowls just before they put their head into your lap while you’re wearing your new suit or dress. The books never said you need to buy extra bath towels just to wipe the dog’s face every drink about a thousand different times a day, but always at least 250 times during your favorite T.V show.
Sometimes I wonder if the people who write about big dogs actually own them? Or maybe they’re just passing along information they’ve read in dog books.
Being raised by a Newfoundland has taught us a lot of tricks that dog book writers seem never to mention; and Bear has been an excellent teacher. In fact we’re getting trained just the way she wants us. She’s taught us that from now on, barefoot is out anytime she’s in the house. We’ve learned that it hurts like heck when a 130lb. Dog steps on your bare feet. Nowhere in dog books does it tell prospective big dog owners to buy Steel-Toed boots at the same time the buy their first bag of puppy chow.
The books also don’t mention that the wagging tail of an excited big dog probably should be classified as a deadly weapon. Or that coffee tables can be swept clean of their contents with a single wag.
If I were writing a book, I’d tell big dog owners not to buy any tables until the dog is full grown. That way, you’d know how high they need to be to keep them out of tail range. There seems to be some unwritten rule at work that says furnishings already in the house will always be perfect tail level.
Maybe Big dog owners should lobby Congress for a law requiring breeders to put warning labels on the tail end of big dogs, being sent home with customers.
It might not be a bad idea to put one on the front end as well. It should say something like “Warning! This machine can be devastating to large pieces of furniture.”
Any dog, when it is teething can make a mistake and chew on your best sofa. The books warn about that. But what they don’t explain is the degree of difference involved with dog size.
For Example: our Dachshund once gnawed a small scar on the sofa leg. A swipe of the sand paper and a little furniture oil and it disappeared.
But our Newfoundland taught us that sandpaper and oil can’t make the entire arm reappear on the easy chair. Fortunately, we rationalized, the chair and sofa needed replaced anyway.
There’s a lot of other things about this life with a big dog for which the books don’t prepare you. But the trick to making the adjustment of life with a big dog is to use multiplication. All you need to do is multiply everything by a whole lot more.
*Heartworm pills are a good example. A bottle of 200 pills, each 180 mgs. Will last our 15lb. Dachshund for 800 days. Our Newfoundland goes through a bottle every 100 days. And that period will get even shorter as she gains weight. *A small dog sprawling on its back kicking its feet is a funny sight. A powerful, playful Newfoundland doing the same thing turns over coffee tables and rocking chairs. *A small dog wakes you in the night by whining. A big dog uses the shock treatment by washing your face with a mile long tongue. *A few fleas live on a small dog. A big dog can support a flea population equal to that of California. *A small dog digs holes in the yard. A big dog does swimming pool excavations. *A small dog looks at trees. A big dog either eats trees or strips the leaves of any branch less than 6 feet above the ground. *A small dog goes along for the ride and fits nicely in an economy car. The big dog is like taking 2 passengers, both of whom have a terminal case of the fidgets.
Those are just a sapling og the kinds of things the dog books should tell you when you are considering buying a big dog.
But they should also tell you that the big dog delivers an incredible amount of love and devotion; that their size makes them just perfect for hugging; and that they bring a feeling of security to a house that can’t be matched.
There’s also the very special feeling of being able to reach down touch the dog walking by your side without bending your knees or stooping over. That lets you maintain the special emotion, touching relationship with your dog in a way that only big dog owners can appreciate.
The dog books don’t tell you about that either. But they should. Because if we had known, we’d have gotten big dogs years ago.

I couldn't have said it better myself.....
Big Dogs Rule...
Giz

Sunday, March 16, 2008

It's my Birthday!!!


Today is my Birthday, I turn 4 years old, which doesn't sound like much, but for us four legged friends thats like 28, and then add a newfie in the mix and I'm like 30...yikes...now that is old!!!
Mom says I have to act more mature now, whatever that means....
We went for a long truck ride, and stopped at a really nice park on the way back, I got to get out and sniff around for a bit.





I got this silly monkey for my birthday, it squeaks...but doesn't taste very good.





But I do get a little tired of playing with it.
I think I'm ready for my birthday cake now!
Rebus I'll bring you a piece to class on Monday and Satch, Drew, I'll bring you down a piece.
I think I will nap now until mom brings it to me.
Gizzy

Thursday, February 28, 2008

A Swimming Pool for Us!!!





Hey Satch,

I really think that you would like the pool. My dad took me swimming the other day and it was so much fun! We got the whole pool to ourselves. There are all kinds of water toys for us to play with. And Jens and Chrissie are so nice, they helped me up and down the ramp into the pool.
Ok so when I was finished swimming it got a bit monotonous, mom and dad gave me a shower with some kind of smelly soap that Chrissie has. But it wasn't long before I got to be toweled off and allowed outside for a run around. Then back in my truck for the trek home. Oh and we did get to stop for icecream on the way home. That was the best!!

So just let me know when your heading my way Satch and I'll book the pool for us. Andrew will love it too.
Giz

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Congratulations Karazan's!


I just wanted to let my buddies down in California know how thrilled we are with your successful weekend at Cow Palace! We knew you could do it!! What a great show for all of you.
My mom was really upset that her plane got cancelled and she didn't get to share in your glory. It worked out really well for me though as mom spent the weekend with me!
We are waiting patiently for some pictures.
Please join me in giving all the Karazan's a big round of applause, but especially Andrew for all your hard work, we heard you did really well buddy, and Satch was right behind you. You guys did your papa proud.
Take care, and maybe some day we will be in the ring together. I'm kinda enjoying my time off right now though. Can't you tell by the smile on my face.
Gizmo

A New Friend

Ok so this isn't a brother but its the best I could do. I just want everyone to know that I really do like the chicks and that I would never hurt them. So I found a new friend and I think she likes me. We hung out for awhile before she was taken back to her mom. See I didn't do anything she was the one checking me out.

And if you believe that, you better give your head a shake....This isn't me!!! but its a good picture dontcha think?

Giz

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Just checking the Chicks!!!



















Ok, so I mentioned a while back that Farmer Joe has chickens. Well today I was just hanging out when out of the corner of my eye I saw one. Sooo I just happened to wander over to see what was up when all this commotion started. It wasn't me honest I was just looking! Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Out comes Farmer Joe waving his hands, then I hear dad yelling at me, when the whole time I was just checking them out, they were the ones making all the noise, but do they get yelled out..nooooo....its always me that gets into trouble.
Now I think I'm going to need a lawyer to help me out.
Hey Satch, Andrew, do you guys know a lawyer that is willing to take dog cookies for payment.
Even worse, dad is scolding me cause I don't want to eat my dinner. He even tried to bribe me with some prime rib but I'll show him, I'll just snub my nose and turn away.
I feel a nap coming on.
oh I don't even like chicken!
Giz

Friday, December 28, 2007

"BJ the Best" Remembered







Ok so he's not all newf, but believe it or not his dad was Beau. He was very important to my mom and dad. BJ left them suddenly, Jan 1, 2004 and I thought it would be a good idea to feature BJ on my blog. As you can see he was one happy puppy, mom taught him how to play soccer just like she has tried to teach me, but I tend to loose interest quickly. Dad says BJ was very special because he was allowed to go into the hospitals and put smiles on alot of peoples faces. He was also allowed to go to work with dad everyday....I got to go once...
Thats dad and BJ on the suspension bridge, I've been on it before, mom doesn't like it much cause she says I make it sway, I would much rather be in the water below it though.
Join me in giving a wag of the tail to "BJ the Best."
Gizmo the Great....well trying hard