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.