My life is likely to last 10-15 years; any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you buy me.
Give me time to understand what you want from me; don't be impatient, short-tempered, or irritable.
Place your trust in me and I will always trust you back. Respect is earned not given as an inalienable right.
Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment; I am not capable of understanding why. I only know I have been rejected. You have your work, entertainment, and friends, but I only have you.
Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice and your tone. You only have to look at my tail.
Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it, and if it's cruel, it may affect me forever.
Please don't hit me. I can't hit back, but I can bite and scratch, and I really don't ever want to do that.
Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right foods or I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak. It may be I am just dog-tired.
Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old and may also need love, care, comfort, and attention.
Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I can't bear to watch" or "Let it happen in my absence". Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, regardless of what you do, I will always love you.
© Stan Rawlinson 1993
Welcome to my newfs' web pages. This is a work of love and completely separate from my business Designs By 2Paws. As long as I can remember, I've always loved big dogs. There is just something very gentle and very comforting about being in the presence of these gentle giants.
During the 70's I was owned by rough coated Saints. My children grew up with them. I loved their loyalty but they were somewhat independent for my needs.
During the 80's and 90's I was owned by labs. I loved their easy going ways and sense of humor but they were too energetic for my comfort level.
The first time I met a newfie, it took my breath away. I couldn't get over how noble this creature looked and I found myself quite drawn to it. I started reading about the breed. They sounded lovable and goofy like the lab but not quite as energetic. Their size was similar to the Saints which I always found comforting. The drool didn't bother me. The warnings about the shedding didn't scare me at all. I fell in love with this breed....everything about it.
It took me about two years to convince my husband to even consider sharing our home with a massive, hairy, drooling dog. He agreed to accompany me on a visit to a breeder I had contacted so he could see these dogs up close for himself.
It's been eight years since we've opened our home to this wonderful breed. I've learned so much from these incredible dogs. I've met many wonderful people along this journey and am fortunate to call a few of them my dear friends.
I've been forced to step outside my comfort zone and have become a better and stronger person because of it. Who would have thought that first time I picked that big fluffy black puppy up, looked into his eyes and asked, "Do you want to come live with us?" that my life would change so drastically and in such a positive manner.
I hope you enjoy reading about my dear companions.