My roommate had a Calico cat at college....don't know whatever happened to the cat....seem to remember something weird we had for dinner one night.....JUST KIDDING!!! Honest, the cat went home with my roommate!! It was a cute little thing.
Originally posted by xdalaw My wife and I love Newfies! They're so cute but they're so HUGE! And, to have two! Lots of fur and slobber, I imagine.
Post a picture if you can, I'd love to see them.
Atticus is the brown one, Boo is the black one . . .
(Actually, these guys aren't droolers . . . a little fur . . . and alot of fun . . . they really are amazing dogs [These are our 3rd & 4th newfies . . . our kids have grown up always with newfs])
Originally posted by KPDUTY Atticus is the brown one, Boo is the black one . . .
(Actually, these guys aren't droolers . . . a little fur . . . and alot of fun . . . they really are amazing dogs [These are our 3rd & 4th newfies . . . our kids have grown up always with newfs])
Very cute! Non-droolers sound good to me. How old did your other newfies live to be? One of my biggest concerns would be that I couldn't enjoy one as long as some smaller dogs. Kind of depressing, but unfortunately, one of the downsides to being a pet lover that we all have to deal with at one time or another.
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Oh...I thought he looked familiar. Bullet certainly got short-shrift in that deal. I wonder why the Rogers didn't add themselves to the exhibit, posthumously?? Sort of Ted-Williams-like.
(Gotta mention TW, as the Sox just won on Easter Sunday in extra-innings!!!:D )
I was hoping no one would mention that, but to actually answer the original question (hopefully not boring anyone with personal bantor):
Newfoundlands are my favorite dogs, buy our "favorite" pet was without a doubt our 2nd newf "Willie".
We adopted him from a work associate who's family didn't fully understand that large breed puppies become very very large dogs . . .
Willie soon came around to true newfie living with his step brother Webster. He would literally "walk himself" when I would tell him we were going out, he'd grab his lease and walk me around the neighborhood (lease in mouth) . . . became so popular, that neighbors would wait for his walks and reward him with snacks that he wouldn't eat until he got home (can't eat with a lease in your mouth).
Long story short, our 1st newfs Webster and Willie both lived relatively long lives (10 and 9) for big dogs. Webster died naturally and while it was extremely sad putting Willie down, I would never regret the unbelievable memories from both these dogs. (Now Atticus and Boo have their own stories ongoing).
My point, the happy experiences far outweigh the natural cycle of these great animals.
[Last picture I'll post, Willie with my 2nd Son (who's a teenager now)]
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Originally posted by xdalaw Very cute! Non-droolers sound good to me. How old did your other newfies live to be? One of my biggest concerns would be that I couldn't enjoy one as long as some smaller dogs. Kind of depressing, but unfortunately, one of the downsides to being a pet lover that we all have to deal with at one time or another.
Originally posted by KPDUTY He would literally "walk himself" when I would tell him we were going out, he'd grab his lease and walk me around the neighborhood (lease in mouth) . . . became so popular, that neighbors would wait for his walks and reward him with snacks that he wouldn't eat until he got home (can't eat with a lease in your mouth).
My point, the happy experiences far outweigh the natural cycle of these great animals.
Emory does the same thing. Well, not exactly, as he readily spits out the leash if anyone offers him a cookie. But, then he grabs it again and takes me home.
I wholeheartedly agree with you on the math: love, memories & joy outweigh the sadness and pain.
That's one of the reasons why we have three pets now. When that sad day comes, at least we'll have the others around to make us laugh.
Here's a picture of my wife and Emory from earlier today. Causing a little trouble at my brother-in-laws by trying to get up on his couch. (At our house, he goes wherever he wants.)