Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
The day we went to Grandma's,
Oh what a fuss she made,
Wipe those feet and dry your paws,
That carpet's just been laid.
She put us in the garden,
So we had a sniff around,
We pulled up all her flowers,
'Til there were no more in the ground.
Well Grandma just started shrieking,
She really got quite mad,
So we gave her some of the flowers,
To make her feel less sad.
Later on that evening,
All warm and in our beds,
Our tummies started rumbling,
It's time that we were fed.
We went into the living room,
But they were watching telly,
"Come on nan" I barked out loud.
"It's time to fill our bellies".
We went into the kitchen,
To see what we could find,
"Oh wow" I whined, "a loaf of bread"
I'm sure that they won't mind.
Look left, look right,
the coast was clear,
We love the smell of bread,
We grabbed it quick and hurried out to eat it in our beds.
Now for a drink to wash it down,
But the bowl's outside the door.
We go back to the living room,
and pace up and down the floor.
Well Grandad got the message
And let us out the back.
We shot straight past the drinking bowl,
And headed down the track.
There was something in the garden
That a Newfie just can't resist,
An ornamental pond of course,
With lots of pretty fish.
After clearing out the pond for nan,
We went back to the door,
pushed it open, went inside.
Dripping pond onto the floor.
Nan she started yelling,
Grandad, well he just laughed,
She said that we were stinking
And had to have a bath.
Cleaned and dried and let back in,
We tried to sit with nan.
"Get off me lap you silly dog,
You're bigger than I am"!!
We got back down and left the room
and went back to our beds,
Two pairs of shoes and a slipper later,
Time to get those zzzzzzzzzzzz,s.
Breakfast at Grandma's is great,
As we get tea and toast,
But after we were still not full
So we ate the Sunday roast!
We couldn't understand them,
But we knew that we'd been bad.
"F's" and "B's" were mentioned
Time to look real sad.
We looked at them with our big brown eyes,
Our heads held down quite low,
It did the trick - it always does
We're still their little beaus.
We didn't stay as long as planned,
As Dad he got quite stressed,
Having chased us out of the pond again,
he thought it for the best.
We kid you not, it's how it was.
We're telling you the truth.
The day we went ot Grandma's
She got well and truly NEWF'D!!!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
"When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown by Glory, but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below.
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the Soul he held on earth –
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one – and here he lies."
Bless you, my dear young boy.
You will always be in my heart and part of me.
I pray that I was worthy.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Today, at the Mensona Kennel Club Show in Santa Rosa, Satchie took Winner's Dog and a four-point-major to earn his AKC Championship. Brother Andrew took Reserve Winner's Dog!! I am so proud of my loving and beautiful boys!!!
Congratulations to my boy, Ch. Karazan Satchel, and to Cara Drogus and Kaitlyn Anderson for such great work.