A Day In The Life Of A Newfoundland

Another day, another rescue.
No rest for the weary.

After a day of hard work like this, I harken back to my Great Granddaddy's singing of the "Ode to Newfoundland":

"When spreads thy cloak of shimm'ring white, at Winter's stern command,
Thro' shortened day and starlit night, we love thee, frozen land,
We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, frozen land.
When blinding storm gusts fret thy shore, and wild waves lash thy strand,
Thro' sprindrift swirl and tempest roar, We love thee, wind-swept land,
We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, wind-swept land.
As loved our fathers, so we love, Where once they stood we stand,
Their prayer we raise to heav'n above, God guard thee, Newfoundland,
God guard thee, God guard thee, God guard thee, Newfoundland."
(Sir Cavendish Boyle)

And, by the way, let's please get the pronunciation correct.
It boils me beans to hear people say "Newfoundland". I can say Alberta or Ontario just fine. First off here's the ways not to pronounce Newfoundland... "New-fin-lund"..."New-Found-Lund"... "New-fin-Lind"..... Now, here is the way you pronounce Newfoundland..... "NEW-FUN-LAND". It's not too much to ask, eh?


Satchie