He was really big… that stick he is chewing on is really a large branch.
We went to a little music festival. We brought our dog, and I met a lot of nice dogs. But this one was special.
I like dog lips… like black, leathery little bat wings.
Even when I petted him, he didn’t stop chewing on his branch. He gnawed that thing to wet sawdust. Oh, and just so you know, Mollie’s date to the Homecoming dance last night, the one with the new boyfriend who made her that Tardis, went well. They looked adorable together. Had a great time. So, uh, yeah.
Pouring My Art Out 
Real beauty there! A Great Dane? A Greyhound? I love that blue coloring…
It is a great Dane
Art, Paul is right. You are lovable, and sweet too. Dogs smell dog people out pretty fast, I’m sure you were fast friends. I was just pointing out the dogs body language– if you see that body language on a dog- generally- don’t pet him. That’s all. I would know, I’m a cat with a mugshot.
Nobody knows what I did…
Hmmm… that should be at the bottom of this page not the top.
You have flommoxed me once again!
we are all discombobulated
At worst he was a little aloof and more interested in the stick at that moment.
wait… I already read this when you typed it to him… on my blog… you guys are having a moment on my blog… which is nice… but you should do it on the post where we are breaking the record for the most comments… HA!!!!!
Yes, I know, I stuck it in the wrong place. My bad.
I hate it when that happens… I mean… uh…
I’m glad the date with Tardis guy did not disappoint! Sometimes they don’t when someone has such a cool way of going about it, then it’s a let down.
We have all been there…
Hey this dog looks like Duncan!
Glad things went well on the date!
yes and yes
Are you sure that’s not a horse? It looks like a horse.
I’m glad the Tardis -man was good to your daughter and made her happy. Ha! Reminds me of a country and western song where the Dad meets the boyfriend as he’s taking out the daughter and tells the young lad “I’ll just be sitin’ here cleaning my guns until you bring her home.”
I was like that for the first daughter… too much work
He’s nothin’, you should see my Newfie.
You gotta Newfie? Me son, me son, what part of the Rock are ye from? I’m a Buenoser and owned a tractor-trailer for 6 years running Newfoundland hauling fish for Fishery Products and Nat Sea back when the cod were running. I visited most towns with plants including Fogo (by ferry), Dildo, Trepassy, Burin, Marystown, Fortune (that was another compnay whose name I can’t remember – great moonshine for St.Pierre and Micelon) and so on.
I see. (not really) I gotta Newf, but I’m from New Jersey, and I’ve never been to Dildo. The town, anyhow.
She is a working dog, though she’s never worked for moonshine.
Ha! Sorry – there were two parts to Art’s post – the dog and the daughter’s boyfriend. I had just commented on a C & W song where the father had waited up for the daughter to return (Part two of the post) and so when you said you had a Newfie – I thought you meant husband (and they are very protective of their daughters – don’t ask)and you meant dog. ha!
Maybe she is married to her dog… who are we to judge?
I missed that last part, as pictures of doggies distract me from absolutely anything else in front of my face. All I can see is doggy. Our doggy is a Newf, only the most wonderful breed ever to be accidentally bred. They rescue people from freezing ocean disasters, they tow people around in the winter, and “Nana” from Peter Pan is a Newfie.
Ummm… Art? Married to a dog? Although I try not to judge, my Judgy McJudgerson is trying to rear her ugly head right now. Cats and dogs don’t make babies. Especially disgruntled cats that have quite obviously been arrested for something or another.
So what you’re telling me is that if anyone has a problem removing dog hair or dog drool, that they should call you because you’re an expert?
wait… removing it from where exactly???
From everywhere – thats the amazing part – I used to have a friend who had a Newfoundland dog. One of the fiendliest, happiest, child friendly dogs you can buy. And they drool and shed on EVERYTHNG. I imagine naptimethoughts keeps him mainly outside or in a special area.
I also love St. Bernards and Bernese Mountain dogs…
Oh… I wasn’t aware you were one of those cats who can type…
I try not to reveal too much about real life in blogland, but you would not just consider me an expert, I am an expert. But I have people for hair and drool.
Ha! That’s pretty typical for a cat – “Where are my people? Those lazy human servants, they’re never around when I want a chin scratch or drool cleaned up. I swear to the Sphinx, good help is hard to find. Poeple! People!”
Art is lovable. I bet he could get into a lions mouth with no problem. Dogs sniff people out pretty quickly, I’m sure he figured out that Art was no threat to collar or stick. 🙂
Oh… I totally wanted that stick…
I could use hair and drool people… but not for the reasons you might be assuming I mean…
I would move. Or get a PO box in a neighboring town rather than to tell folks I’m from Dildo. Or I live in Dildo. Blech.
You can take the person out of Dildo, but you can’t take the Dildo out of… wait… never mind…
I will work for moonshine, but the work stops as soon as I get paid.
No, our newfie lives inside all the time, and get this– her breeder’s been breeding out for drooly dogs for generations. So, she still drools, but not so much. And the shedding isn’t bad, she sheds in clumps. It’s not like have a German Shepherd. Plus, I don’t know why people always thing little dogs should be inside dogs, but working class dogs, the big guys, are the best apartment dogs. Once they outgrow the puppy crazies, theyre huge couch potatoes.
Of course there is the consideration that when you live in a 700 sq ft apartment, haivng a dog that takes up 200 sq ft when it lies down, can be a concern – Ha!
All animals should be outside animals at least some of the time.
They’re either a living rug or an ottoman. They’re never running around, anyway. I have a command for my Newf– “Up”. Sometimes she follows that one, if she has to go out.
I was like that for a long time…
oh… my
No no no, She lives inside, as in, that’s where her bed is. Some people leave their dogs in a run outside all the time. That is a practice I can’t get behind, but especially working dogs, like ours, it’s done. That’s what I mean by she lives inside all the time. She never sleeps outside.
phew
Dildo… seriously???
Oh yeah seriously. Google it. It’s up the west side of the Carbonnear peninsula and there was a fish plant there that we used to haul out of. *rolls eyes*. So, I’d have top travel across the border into the US and across the US with paperwork saying the load was from Dildo. When I was a new transport driver i had such a load on and attempted to cross through customs at Calais Maine about 2 am one morning. They were doing shift change which meant a double for the agents, and only one customs officer was on duty – and she was a new young female officer with a chip on her shoulder as big as Texas. Sigh So i presented my bills of lading to her and she read them. And then she accused me of playing a joke on her by saying that the load came from Dildo – she refused to believe it existed. So, I showed her on my map. Then she accused me of have the map doctored – this all at 2am. She was mad and warned me of the jail time and fines for falsifying docul\ments and lying to a customs officer. I told her to check her own map or wake up one of the other sleeping officers. She refused. Then she accused me of smuggling – how she got from Dildo to smuggling I have no clue. So she made me back my trailer into the customs dock and when she could find nothing wrong with the load – she made me unload the whole damn thing. I warned her that it was a frozen load and that it could not be out on the dock for any length of time and she didn’t care. I explained that she would have to sign that she had ordered the frozen load taken off on a hot dock and she stopped looking and told me to put it back aboard. I did and had her sign what she had done. Her parting words were that she knew i was smuggling something and would be watching me.
I really wish there wasn”t a Dildo Newfoundland – believe me. And that’s my story Art – and I’m sticking to it.
So you smuggled dildos out of a fish plant… you should be ashamed of yourself.
If you’re amazed at where I can smuggle dildos out of, you would be astounded at where I can smuggle dildos into. ha!
You would have to be pretty inventive to amaze me in such a way.
Don’t look behind you.
I never do
Yikes. I can never un-read that exchange.
This blog is full of stuff you can’t ever unsee.
I love those dogs!
What kind of dog is that, do you know? Whatever he is, he looks like a wonderful dog. I love big dogs.
That is a Great Dane.
Ah. Great Danes are such sweet dogs.
yeah they are
You sure? It looks like a Dane with a Greyhound head.
I mean, I didn’t ask, but it looked like a Dane to me.
No, I would put money on the dog being a mix. It’s head’s too small to be a proper dane. Legs too short as well.
And his nose is too skinny.
if you say so
I wasn’t measuring him, just making friends…
May just be a camera angle thing
Yeah, no.
And you weren’t making friends, he was tolerating you. Check the body language. H’s giving you a please leave me alone look in the first two pics, sideways look, warning ears, he thought you wanted to take that stick for your very own and run away with it.
Yeah, that was my take too naptimethoughts – when I see a dog look at me like that, I back away. It must be Art’s lovability and naivity that allows him to skip through life patting big dogs and declaring himself a friend. I have this pet lion that needs some work on an impacted molar – pehaps I’ll give Art a call – Bwahahaha! . Save on anethestic. ha!
In the first place, I just sat down to take those pictures. I had met the dog earlier, when he came bounding through a sea of people just to let me pet him. Those pictures have no context. He just came back from finding his new stick. He sat down, then I sat down a few seconds later. And I took the first few pictures right away, just so you could all see them. So he was looking at me like he wasn’t sure why I wasn’t petting him, and maybe I was going to take his stick away. Yeah, he was focused on the stick at that moment, but that wasn’t my whole interaction.
Agreed. You bad kitty! 🙂
ha