A Day At The Beach

Andrew and I went to the beach today and stayed out until just a bit ago. It was really sunny out so we both got alot of swimming in. Andrew is really a good swimmer. I put up with it cuz Dad is always telling me I have to be a water rescue dog. Where did he get that idea?
Anyway, Andrew seems like a natural, just like Big Jack. (Dog, I miss him.) I prefer to play on the beach but now that I've shown Dad I can swim, he's always on my case to get into the water. "Satchie, get out there." Sigh!
The thing about it is that when we swim, Dad always rinses us off (something about seawater) and then blows us dry with the super blower -- it feels good but I try to make him think I don't like it because guilt works really well with him. And I know just how to work him.
Well, we just ate and I'm tired. Time for some sleep.
To all my buddies and the Karazan clan, sleep well. Tomorrow is another day and we might have to save someone in the water. Is that really our job? Love, Satchel!

En Vogue

Well, what can I say? I've had to hire an agent because, as you can see, I'm in a european Vogue magazine with this babe. She's Newfalicious! Dad was stuttering all the while. We were just sitting outside a caffe and along she and her crew came. I can't release any more details according to my attorney. So they took a picture of me and two of my buddies, James Brown ("J.B.") and Magnus, who was once my girlfriend but left me for a Chinese Crested. I mean, really, the bitch has no hair and they're both girls. What the heck is this about? Okay, it is San Francisco.

But I fret not, as I'll always have Schweitz, the real babe in my life (with shouts out to Claire, Jill, and Phyllis). I also want to give big bark outs to two of my new buddies, Nanook and Gizmo. Gizzy may even come out here in October for a show, which would be dope. (I watched MTV last night when Dad was sleeping and got all this cool lingo.)

Ah, tomorrow I get to go the the beach with Andrew -- it's been kinda hot out here so I may even swim. Dad will no doubt be yelling, "Satchie, get into the water!" Again, talk to the paw cuz the head ain't listening.

Heading back to my crib now. Peace out. Satchie.

Andrew ("And Drool")

Okay, time to introduce my newest mate, Andrew. I call him "And Drool" cuz he does. It's not bad, it's just the way we cool ourselves down and the bigger the dog the bigger the mouth and -- you get it. Mrs. P gave us Andrew when Jack went to the Big Sea. I had been so sad I didn't want to leave the house and I always want to leave the house and do everything I can to let Dad know. Andrew and I became best friends instantly. He is so sweet it's disgusting. No matter how many dogs bark at him, he just walks away. Newfies are supposed to be like this, but please!!! The first picture Dad took of us was in the Presidio with the Golden Gate Bridge behind us. Now don't get me wrong, because along with Andrew came a new twist in life. For a year, Andrew had been a show dog, which meant he had to continue, which meant I had to go through this nonsense. Just look at me having to get all refurbished almost every week and having to wear bibs (from our friends at the Newf Emporium -- Ted & Melanie) saying things like "Does this make me look fat?" And the judges at these things -- always poking at me, checking my teeth, grabbing my.......well, you can imagine. It's just so ridiculous, but that's the deal until I "finish" or bite someone and get DQed (and I've thought about it). Anyway, the first few shows went quickly and I only had to run around the stupid ring once before being molested. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I was in something called "Open Dog". Open for what? Anyway, I won. After they revived Dad, I had to go in again and I won something called "Winner's Dog". Then I get told that is called a "Major" which has me totally confused. Have I been drafted or something? Andrew won "Winner's Reserve Dog" so we thought we had been given some kinda dinner reservations. All Dad gave us was the same old stuff and the Dog-awful supplements he says big dogs need. Please, gimme a break. This stuff is not fit for a dog. To make it all even more confusing, they call us "dogs" and the girls "bitches". How do they get away saying that? Well to add insult to insult, Andrew has taken the Doggles I got for my birthday from Aunt Claire. Don't get me wrong, I'm way too cute to wear them and while they look kinda cool on Andrew, they were a gift to me! Okay, caring is sharing, or whatever. But enough is enough. I'm getting in the car first tomorrow and laying down. Andrew is gonna have to be content with sticking his big head outside the window. I have dibs! It's getting late and we just got back from our evening walk which, much to my chagrin, did not involve going to the beach. Really, what's the point? Andrew is snoring away so I just gotta say, I love that boy. Please don't tell him though cuz we're kinda working out the alpha thing but not very well since, as Dad says, we're both wussies. Hope you all had a nice day. I'm going to curl up with my buddy and dream some dreams of cats and mice. Satchie.

Jack

Well, it was another rough (ruff) day yesterday. Andrew and I went to the beach. As Dad says about us, "Life's a beach". Ya think he's making fun of us? I dunno. While I love going to the beach to meet other dogs and even swim (yeah, I know, I'm supposed to be a water rescue dog -- talk to the paw cuz the head ain't listening, he he), it still makes me sad as my really big brother, Jack, has been gone since December. Jack was the greatest. He was kinda like a lion but really nice. He always protected me. He always made sure I was safe. He would not even let me swim - when I tried to get in he would come to the shoreline and tackle me down to the ground. Maybe he knew I wasn't ready. When Jack left for the Big Sea, Dad wrote something that makes other humans cry and when they cry I get sad too. "I float now aimlessly without my compass to guide me, rightly or wrongly. My sense of direction is gone. Indeed, it never existed. I am left to my own feelings, thoughts, and desires. And I am afraid. For these have never existed in me." I know Dad still gets sad at the beach. I've been alot better since Andrew came along. He's just one-and-a-half and is a real doofuss. I'm going to write a whole lot more about him soon, but I just had to talk about Jack the Wonder Dog, my big brother who looks over me while he is resting from all the hard work he did all his life. (He even swam Alcatraz!) To Jackie-boy and all the other Gentle Giants in the Big Sea, I miss you and love you. Like the guy said, "Beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of Man without his vices." May the blessed Mary of the Angels wrap you in her cloak of peace.

I Started Out As A Bunny

Greetings,

My name is "Satchel". Alot of people call me "Satchie" or "Satch" but what do those humans know? Anyway, I'm a Newfoundland and just turned three on May 25, 2007.

My real mommy is Lisa and my real daddy is Phantom, but I haven't seem them in a long time. I have alot to tell you all but for now just wanted to introduce myself.
Here's a picture when I was just a wee nine-weeks old. Some guy said I looked like a bunny on steriods, but I don't know what that means.
I'm hoping to have alot of fun telling stories and showing you all my friends, especially the other Karazans. Okay, enough for now, I'm off to the beach because I finally learned how to swim. My human dad says I should have been doing this as soon as I was born but what does he know? Ciao for now.