<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:07:11.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEWFIE NUT HOUSE</title><subtitle type='html'>A Blog devoted to the Newfoundland Dogs that have graced us with their love and presence.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-6466124478693810947</id><published>2011-05-29T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T17:07:35.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUYS!!!!! i'M NO LONGER ON THE BOTTOM OF THE FOOD CHAIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JACKPOT!!!!!!! I'm no longer on the bottom of the fod chain. My sisters can no longer lord it over me that I'm the "Baby" or "You're L A S T!!!!! Na NaNana!!!!!!" I can officially announce I have a Little SISTER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man this is great! Last week end Mom and Dad went to Auntie Joan's (Since the little pest came from Joan, she's my Auntie now). ( See what becomming tutored can do for you sssswwwwwwoooooooooossshhh! yer brain works so fast, I figured that out in 3.4 seconds!) Anyway, they went to Auntie Joan's, and were gone for a while, I even had time for a nappie too! hen they came back, they had an extra item. My new Sister! Ethel, Oreo, and Luci were "Crapola!!! What the heck is this!!!???!!! Mom said :this is TIGGER!" Well I tell you Mom must have been confused, cause the Tigger I know is Orange and has Black stripes, and Bounces a lot. Now I admit the "tigger " in front of me was a bouncin, but that was about it, I mean that was one heck of a black stripe, it covered her entirely. But she came over to me, and gave me a smooch, so I knew she would be OK, as I figured she musta heard about me being Mr. Smooch, so I immediately cut her some slack, and took her under my wing so to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So introducting to all you'ze guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blachwatch's Desilu I'm the Only One! Call Name: Tigger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612292581888730578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isunvG_z6Dw/TeLeXjcJpdI/AAAAAAAAARk/LFd-hMuedzE/s400/DSCN0082%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612293044826973362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_znFIvlax0/TeLeygBOpLI/AAAAAAAAARs/QOiZt6c_1I4/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612293302214590274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--P5Z2Y6ECNY/TeLfBe3N_0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/WTEJjUE1kYk/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612293533688566994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OR5j78MNJEc/TeLfO9K6lNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/44oH0uydT0c/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFQ-bkkBRrw/TeLacWCwmLI/AAAAAAAAARU/A_ekzG4_q0U/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-6466124478693810947?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6466124478693810947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=6466124478693810947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6466124478693810947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6466124478693810947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2011/05/guys-im-no-longer-on-bottom-of-food.html' title='GUYS!!!!! i&apos;M NO LONGER ON THE BOTTOM OF THE FOOD CHAIN!!!!'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isunvG_z6Dw/TeLeXjcJpdI/AAAAAAAAARk/LFd-hMuedzE/s72-c/DSCN0082%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-8831872171143069907</id><published>2010-09-23T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:07:37.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethel the Water Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;AND IN OTHER NEWS.........................................My sister Ethel is in the News AGAIN! She is now Officially Ethel May Dakota Bear Meeker &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RAE TDI CGC. She earned her Water Dog Title at the North Central Newfoundland Club, at Muskego Park, in Muskego, WI on 19 September 2010. Some Nice Ladies were here Judges, a Lori Littlefield, and Sue Mareno. They really liked her test and even commented on here Judge Sheet Thing about how good she was. Dad Had Someone help by taking Pictures, so you can see for yourself. One thing though, boy when she came home it was nah-nah-Nah-Nah-NAH! all evening. Luci, Oreo, and I were sick of it, but what could you do, after all it is sorta a big deal. And then we really got scroggd, she&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; GOT FRESH COOKED PACIFIC SALMON FOR DINNER.&lt;/span&gt; Not only was that bad, but we &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOT BUPKISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well that's not exactly the truth, we did get some, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT HER'S WAS THREE TIMES AS BIG AS OUR PIECES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now let me ask you is that fair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, my tummy aside, she did have some nice pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single Retrieve:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJv9NXJ9JUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ewzDZZbo4fo/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520284174268572994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJv9NXJ9JUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ewzDZZbo4fo/s400/DSC_0408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520290172766185154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwCqhTO5sI/AAAAAAAAAQE/QkR2Sp2iobo/s400/DSCN0410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop Article Retrieve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJv_L31PLzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7miT-G7KoJc/s1600/Take+a+Line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520286347703562034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJv_L31PLzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/7miT-G7KoJc/s400/Take+a+Line.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take A Line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwD00jtKII/AAAAAAAAAQU/ONoxMww2VjQ/s1600/DSCN0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520291449245870210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwD00jtKII/AAAAAAAAAQU/ONoxMww2VjQ/s400/DSCN0414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tow A Boat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwE4M-4bZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2QKsdppDi0o/s1600/DSC_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520292606853541266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwE4M-4bZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2QKsdppDi0o/s400/DSC_0421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swim With Handler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwFPgaC3oI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dk8x1XU1ZRA/s1600/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 335px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520293007204736642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwFPgaC3oI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dk8x1XU1ZRA/s400/DSC_0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hug!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The VICTORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwHsnN2pmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JjjrXrXSpbU/s1600/DSC_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520295706272114274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJwHsnN2pmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JjjrXrXSpbU/s400/DSC_0428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess she has Bragging Rights for a couple of weeeks after all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-8831872171143069907?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8831872171143069907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=8831872171143069907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8831872171143069907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8831872171143069907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/ethel-water-girl.html' title='Ethel the Water Girl!'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJv9NXJ9JUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ewzDZZbo4fo/s72-c/DSC_0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-6847656237404180550</id><published>2010-09-23T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T18:00:30.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Entrooper Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJv338SJbtI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iOjp_pGKygk/s1600/DSCN0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520278308719783634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJv338SJbtI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iOjp_pGKygk/s400/DSCN0274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well all I can say is Mr. Smooch the World's Greatest Smoocher is no slouch when it comes to promoting my world wide acclaimed Smoochin abilities. I mean, after all, what's a smoochin guy like me tryin to do, but get smoochin gigs, and spread the word on my atflectic prowess. So I am officially annoucin that I'se is marketing myself. It's not jus crass commercialism, as any smoochin monies goes to the Newfoundland Club of America for less fortunate Newfies, who for whatever reason, aern't as famous as "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Smooch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Since I have now marked my trade (or something like that), I can officially B-Smooch people. I was told that at this market you can get shirts and stuff. At first I was really excited that I would have my own Market, until I found out it has no Fud in it. Boy was I disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, please check it out and let me know what you think. Oh Yeah, Dad told me their are other Newfies in it, but I know that's so I don't get a big head. So TTFN! I'll look forward to hearin from Yer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Pal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Smooch (aka - Ricky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the place:  &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/NewfieNutHouse"&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/NewfieNutHouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-6847656237404180550?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6847656237404180550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=6847656237404180550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6847656237404180550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6847656237404180550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-entrooper-guy.html' title='I&apos;m an Entrooper Guy'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/TJv338SJbtI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iOjp_pGKygk/s72-c/DSCN0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-1491434096634932024</id><published>2010-08-24T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:32:37.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Guys, I know I have been slacking lately on keeping you up on my smoochin adventures, and other stuff going on at the house. If you remember, my sister Ethel is a mighty busy girl. I’m gonna start at the Newfie Nationals and go on from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETHEL:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all drove up to Frankenmuth, MI, for the 2010 Newfoundland Club of America’s National Specialty. Now I was unaware that I was a member of a Newfoundland &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRTp7csfBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3fqxgpa6QIQ/s1600/9Z3J9881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509120223978748946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRTp7csfBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3fqxgpa6QIQ/s400/9Z3J9881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Club, but apparently it’s true! So is Ethel and Oreo (More about her later). Anyway, we got there and what do you know. We stayed in the same room! I got my personal apartment (crate) in the exact same place so I was set for the week! Anyway I’m straying off the subject, back to Ethel. Ethel was entered in Novice Obedience on Tuesday and Wednesday. She was a little nervous on Tuesday, and did not stay in place for the Sit-Stay, but did really great in the off-leash healing, and the judge told her so. But on Wednesday she was perfect, and not only did she qualify, but got First Place! Man I was proud of her! She was the “Little Miss Princess” and was strutting around like she was all that, but I guess she deserved it, since she got 1st at the national. I guess I would be proud of that myself. She got to have her picture taken with the Judge, and to top it all she got this fancy Blue Ribbon, and a Cool Dinner Plate that had a gold Newfie on it! Now I would sure be proud to eat my snackies on that! Dad said later no snackies would ever get put on it, it will be put i&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRT7SbXRaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5UaAqPBWsSk/s1600/12-4548+ObedNovA+1st+EMAIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509120522204956066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRT7SbXRaI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5UaAqPBWsSk/s400/12-4548+ObedNovA+1st+EMAIL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n a case for people to see. Personally I think that’s a waste of a good snacky dish, but Ethel didn’t seem to make a big deal out of it, so I guess it’s OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OREO: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRUtocj4_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/qEU5kHtJ0vs/s1600/RP5T1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509121387109016562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRUtocj4_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/qEU5kHtJ0vs/s400/RP5T1383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oreo, has always been the Princess around the house. Sometimes, I think she’s a pain in the……………Uh well, you know……….. Anyway, she was entered in Rally novice, which even I think I could do standing on my head. Oreo on the other hand likes to train and prance around the ring, but not when the Judges are there. She thinks that she does not need to be judged, so she does all kind of silly things in the ring. I mean after all 27 times of trying to get the title, you would think that Judges would tell her “OK, let’s just g&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRVA_21dYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jqbiDxSDUEM/s1600/19-4203++EMAIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509121719810749826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRVA_21dYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jqbiDxSDUEM/s400/19-4203++EMAIL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;et through this.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But........... Noooooooooooooo……………………..,Oreo has to be a “smarty Pants and goof around. Well she surprised Dad on Tuesday, by scoring an 88, her best even score, and earning her Rally Novice Title. I think Dad was going to faint! Apparently Dad was so excited he gave Oreo about ten minutes of hugs and smoochies. Oreo also got her picture taken and a toy for going in the ring. She wouldn’t let me have the toy, and usually she does not care for stuffies, so she lets me kill-em for her. But she kept this one. So now Oreo gets to be Mrs. Trumble’s Oreo Cookie RN. Now I didn’t know passing some test in the ring, make you a Registered Nurse, but apparently so. Anywho, it will be nice to have a Nurse in the family, in case of emergencies, and stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great time! I got to smooch about 1,000 people, and had a blast. My smooch-o-meter pegged out at 97%. This meant that I smooched 97% of the people there, including the people that worked there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that’s their stories from the National. We had a nice drive home, in which I got to have two smoochin sessions on the way home, at what they called “Rest Stops.” I did not understand why they call it that, I mean I didn’t get to rest even though we were stopped. Sometimes I don’t understand why you people call things what you do. It doesn’t make newfy- sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next thing I want to talk about is Swimmin! Again it’s mostly about Ethel. You know, I’ve had a talk with Mom &amp;amp; Dad about this. I mean after all, I’m getting gyped! Ethel gets to do all the cool things, and I get bupkiss! Then on top of it, when they see the error of their ways, I find out that Oreo gets to go too! Man, when can a guy get a break! I mean after all, I complained, I get satisfaction, then I get scrooged, by havin to drag Oreo along too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethel gets to go Water Training for her WD (Water Dog Title) every week. I guess that will be OK, in case someone is drowning, or having problems in the water. Personally, I know any Newfie, knows how to save people in the water, so I really don’t get why you have to:&lt;br /&gt;Practice – Why do you have to practice to do something that all Newfies know how to do anyway? But Dad says she needs to. He said there was a test or somthin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Test – Why can’t we all take the test? I mean since I lost my bowling balls, I have the IQ of Einstien now, so test-takin is right up my alley, so that should be no big Deal. And on top of that, why test to do somthin that is Jean-net-tick-ly en-grained in2 Newfies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now one of us, either me or Oreo, gets to go with every week, so we can swim, and goof around while Ethel has to work. Boy who got scrooged here? Man Ethel has to work, while we get to play and goof around in the water. I know who got the best deal here! Suck eggs Ethel!&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, she is doing really well, for what she is doing. I just don’t see the need to do it, and then take a test. I mean com-mon guys, were NEWFIES, and Newfies go in the WATER! Duh!!! Not Rocket Science here folks. But if that’s what trips Dad’s and Ethel’s trip-l-a-tor, then I guess it’s OK, but it sure does seem silly to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefuly in September, she will pass her test, and then all this foolishness will be over.&lt;br /&gt;Now onto really cool stuff. In July, Libertyville, IL had the “Dog Days of Summer.” Now that sounded like a cool thing. Dad said we would get to go INTO the STORES, and they would have cool loot for us. Dad said he had found an event for me too! Somthin called “Dock Divin.” Wow, I didn’t know what it was, but it sounded like fun! So we went, I was kinda disappointed cause Ehtel came too, but I figured, I couldn’t suck up all of the pets to be had, but I also figured I could corner the market on all of the smoochin though, as Ethel is not “Mr. Smooch, the World’s Most Famous Smoochewr”! I did have a great day, and excelled in smooching the people there. Then I found out about Dock Diving. I guess you stand on this long board thing that has carpet on it. You run along it and go swimming! Well, HEY! That was for me! After a while they called for the group I was in. And soon it was our turn. I climbed up some stairs and stood on the Board thing. The we ran up to the pool, and I stopped. I mean Dad stopped too, so I figured I was supposed to stop too. I mean wouldn’t you??? So back to the end of the board we go, and run up to the pool again. Well if Dad wasn’t going on the pool, neither was I. Now I’m not really sure why I was thinkin this, cause I really wanted to go in the pool. I I got to putting my Einstien-e-ian brainb to it, and figured out that maybe I was supposed to go in the pool, and Dad wasn’t. So we go back one more time, and this time&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRV22n-TKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZJTls_erGPo/s1600/DSCN0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509122645045431458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRV22n-TKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZJTls_erGPo/s400/DSCN0268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I jump in! MAN WAS IT GREAT!!!!!!!!! It was really hot that day, and the water was soooooooooooooooooooooo………………………COOL! I was havin a great time! Dad was callin me, but it was too nice to get out. Then some other guys wanted me to get out. I figured out that if I stayed in the middle I could swim, and they couldn’t get me. But finally I could see tey were serious, so I came out. It was then that I found out that another dog wanted his swimming time. Then I felt a little bad, cause I did not want to gyp him out of his pool time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hung out for a while longer, then I found out that I WON A RIBBON!!!!!!!!!!! WOW HOW COOL!!! I have never won a ribbon before in my life, and always thought when Ethel brought one home, that it was silly, but now I HAD ONE! Now I understand why she was always Nah-Nah-NANA-NAH!!!!!! When she came home. I get it now. BTW Dad hung my ribbon right by Ethel’s, and it looks really cool where it is at. Dad said he was gonna put it in a frame with a picture of me jumpin in the water. COOL! I can’t wait. So now I’ma Dock Divin Dog! Hey maybe a song could be made out of that! “I’ma Dock Divin Dog, I’m not a big hog!, I’m just a Dock Divin Dog…………………of somthin like that. So tha’t kinda what’s go-in on around here. I know there’s some other junk I forgetted about, but, when I’s remembers it, I’ll post again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till Next Time;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Buddy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Smooch (Or as my friend Marlis in Nova Scotia call me; Mr. Smoochies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey I kinda like that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-1491434096634932024?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1491434096634932024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=1491434096634932024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/1491434096634932024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/1491434096634932024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-guys-i-know-i-have-been-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/THRTp7csfBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3fqxgpa6QIQ/s72-c/9Z3J9881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-8666992009579502118</id><published>2010-04-15T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:24:13.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/S8dntdlk4qI/AAAAAAAAANs/BKjAVWODNmY/s1600/4334795013_d7b49eae57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460447103944024738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/S8dntdlk4qI/AAAAAAAAANs/BKjAVWODNmY/s400/4334795013_d7b49eae57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Guys;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky here, yes I know it’s been a while, but things have been hectic here, and well, I just sorta ran out of time, to update things for you. First it’s been an exciting few months for me. Lot’s of things have happened to me and the family, that I almost don’t know where to start. I think I will cheat some, and copy some posts from my other favorite place to be; “Newf Net.” That will save me some word thinking and I know you know, that my paws get tired trying to type on this keyboard, since it’s designed for people and not Newfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I’m going to post about “Bowling Balls.” Yup that’s right, bowling balls. I posted this on Newf Net a little while ago, and I didn’t get a whole lot of help, though I did get sympathy from a lot of Newfies, and people. So hear goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!! Help me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, this is Ricky. I need someone to HELP ME!!!!!! Everything was OK this morning when I got up cause Dad had to go to his new job. Well....at least I though so.First, I didn't get my usual gallon of water, which, while important, wasn't the end of the world. Then........NO SNACKY or breaskfast!!!!!!!!!!! What the heck????? I think.So Dad's leaving for work, and he calls me. Well I thought this was great, cause I thunked that Dad and me were going out to breaskfast or it was take a handsome smoochin machine to work day, or somthin like that.So after a while, I notice that we pull into the parking place when my favorite Doggy Doctor is (he has these great snackies). I didn't think mucxh of that cause we go there to use the big scale all the time. BTW I'm 108 lbs of slim trim smoochin machine (eat your heart out Nanook!). So I get weighed, and then Margureet (she's my special smoochin Vet Tech), comes and gets me. She tells Dad that they'll call when I'm ready. So I ask "What-do-you-mean-When-I'm-Ready???? Dad says that I'm going to have my bowling balls CHOPPED OFF!!!!!!!!, and have my hips and elbows xrayed.What ta HECK! does that mean???? I'm tellin ya, I'm sorta nervous now! I didn't even know, I knew how to bowl! Anyway, I'm askin for some help here. I understand the xray thing Mom &amp;amp; Dad have a T Shirt with a Landseer and an Xray, so I get that, but this Bowling Ball thing, I jus doan get! So I think I need someone to come and rescue me. PLEASE!!!! Now I'm wondering why Dad handed Margureet a pair of Underware that belongs to some guy named Calvin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were some of da replies I received, mostly from other Newfies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Ricky!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You're not that dog who rides off in the car (taunting yer buddies) saying "Nah-nah, I'm going to get Tutored, and you're noooottt!", are ya?What a nasty surprise this is going to be for you. I think dad could have at least prepared you for what was about to happen, and given some reassurances that the ladies will still love ya.We'll still love ya, Ricky.signed,Maggie, Lucy, and Brenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Ricky&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;I don't know what ta tell ya, buddy. You'll still be able to smooch tho'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Ricky&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I hear that this whole bowling ball removal thing, in the end, turns out ok. I'll be praying for you. Let me know how it goes. I may be having my bowling balls chopped before long.Best,Boaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commander Murph here&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;Man up Ricky.. The whining does not befit one of my top soldiers. Yer cryin like a girl for Dawg sake.. Anyway Dude. I lost my bowling balls and we all know the ladies still love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bowlin' balls&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;are just baggage, Buddy!~Mom says testosterone causes brain damage anyway; so maybe you're better off without 'em? The Tugster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear that once they are removed I'll be able to think with my top head again when I'm older. They say I'm a movie star pin-up boy and will be shown and be a Champion so they are not planning to mess with my family jewel bowling balls but I'm also going to be a service dog so my balls' future is up in the air. They say it will depend on how I behave and if I become so much of a Champion that ppl will line up to solicit my bowling balls' services. Ricky, do you have any idea why your human pack units are relieving you of those bowling balls? Has your personality changed? Are you randy roamin? Orka, 10 weeks old today and concerned, giving them a reassuring lick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricky&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;those things really do drain the brain. My human dad and brother have them and they aren't the brightest bulbs in the pack. Just go nighty night and you'll wake up smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knowz how you feelz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, da mama did this to me and I lost everything, nothing left , the vet techie stole them .felling your pain Beau&lt;br /&gt;OMG Ricky, that was a nasty surprise............i hope you will feel better tonight from Annabelle. Tessa and KatyHey he will be two stone lighter Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deer Ricky&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt;Dude, it will be okay. Chicks will still dig you, I promise. Fer the next foo days be sure to roll over and show yer people yer ouchy underside. It will get you extra lovins and maybe even some extra treets.Oh, and remind yer dad to stop and get you some bags of froze peas. Don't ask..you will find out why sune enuf.Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I mean that was a nice response from a lot of my Newf friends. I didn’t include the ones, where some of the girls laughed at me, but I took it as “That’s a Girl Thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone really was supportive I wrote back and replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Open letter from Ricky&lt;/strong&gt;; First off I'm fine, I don't understand what the fuss was about. I was told that I was a very good boy by all the Vet Tech, and I got plenty of hugs from them (they are all girls, so it was a bouns day, as I SMOOCHED THAM ALL!Hello everyone! I just wanted you all to know how proud I am of my Dad.He is the best. Now I understand why he took me to the Vet yesterday.He was having me Tutored! I'm tellin you I'm so smart now, I almostcan't stand it.When I came home I was sorta tired, and not really hungry. I'm not sureexactly why, but I was told it had to do with the Tutoring. I alsofound myself when I woke up wearing someone named Calvin's underware. Idon't know who this Calvin guy is, but he does have taste, and a fashionsense.My sister Oreo also knows how smart I am. I told her I was Tutored, andthen jumped up on her back. She fell to the floor and with all fourlegs in the air was laughing so hard, cause I knew she was thinkingabout how jealous all the other dogs would be knowing I was Tutored andnow super smart.So far everything's OK with being a super brain, but I noticed when Iwalk, I don't have that big bag between my legs bouncing back and forthwhen I walk. It's sorta distracting, but with the "Calvin's" (at leastthat's what I call them), I can now store a bag of ice there, so it'skinda convenient. I heard Mom saying something about frozen peas, personally I like Limas better, but what-da-hey!Anyway, I got off the subject. I just wanted to let everyone know howcool my Dad is and Mom too.Signed;RickyMr. Smooch - The Worlds Greatest SmoocherSuper Brain - Tutored for smartness!Receiver of extra treats and lotsa girl hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Anyone want to know the value of Pi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway that’s the story of how I replaced Albert Einstein as the Smartest Newf in the World! I’m telling ya, Tutoring pay off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Now on to my Sister Ethel. She just recently earned her Rally Advanced Excellent Title. I’m proud of her! Since finished her Title with an Advanced B score of 95, and then went on to score a 95 in Excellent B! WhooHoo for her. She was nice enough to share her special dinner snacky with me, and the rest of the guys. We had both Fresh Pacific Salmon, and a Filet! Wow-wee! That was sure yummy on my tummy!!!!! Sorry I don’t have a photo of that, but Dad said they didn’t really come out well, as they were taken with a camera phone. Her next trials are at the Newfoundland Club of America National Speciality in Frankenmuth, MI. I get to go also, due to my fans requesting my appearance, so I can have a smoochin booth, and get my quota of smoochin in for the month. You know guys, Mr. Smooch, the Worlds Greatest Smoocher is a very time consuming career. It takes a lot of dedication to be Mr. Smooch. I mean you never know when or where a smoochin opportunity will take place, or even when an adoring fan will recognize me when I’m out and about. Ya know, sometimes sunglasses do not conceal your identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress, I have a bunch more to fill you in on, but I think this is enough for today. I promise to post more often, and give you lots more photos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Pal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICKY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-8666992009579502118?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8666992009579502118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=8666992009579502118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8666992009579502118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8666992009579502118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-guys-ricky-here-yes-i-know-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/S8dntdlk4qI/AAAAAAAAANs/BKjAVWODNmY/s72-c/4334795013_d7b49eae57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-940099391558685003</id><published>2009-07-08T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:29:00.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sltz-IqrGfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ne1MXBqFG80/s1600-h/Ethel+in+Obedience+2009+National.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358003693002889714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sltz-IqrGfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ne1MXBqFG80/s400/Ethel+in+Obedience+2009+National.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi everyone, Ricky Here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know…I know, it’s been a while since I posted, but life happens as they say, and I’ve been pretty busy. Where to begin, first let me say that I will be posting pictures for this portion soon. I guess we’ll start that I’m happy it’s summer now, as I get more face time out and about, cause Dad takes me more places. In May we went to a place called Frankenmuth, Michigan where they had the Newfoundland Club of America National Specialty. WhooHoo what a fun place and boy did we all have a great time! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Slt0YfatGgI/AAAAAAAAANM/hU6sf3_pUTw/s1600-h/expmanCA08HEC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358004145786526210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Slt0YfatGgI/AAAAAAAAANM/hU6sf3_pUTw/s400/expmanCA08HEC2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, Ethel got two more Rally Advanced Excellent Legs, and Miracle of all Miracles, Oreo got her 2nd Rally Novice Leg. For those of you who know Oreo, this was a major event, as she has a mind of her own sometimes, and has to be “In the Mood” to get a qualification. But I was proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I had a great week. There were tons of people to smooch, and if I remember correctly, I went 250% over quota for the week. My tongue was tired on Sunday after all that smooching. Ethel surprised me and gave me one of the “Fishies” she won as a prize for completing her RAE Legs. It’s a pretty cool stuffie, and I have decided to keep it around for a while, as it has a nice fuzzy feel in my mouth, so I won’t kill it like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a good trip for the girls, as they came home with a bunch of ribbons, and I did pretty OK myself. So on to the next adventure……………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June, the North Central Newfoundland Club had a Water Training Seminar. I didn’t get to go, but Ethel did. Dad says they are going to enter her in the water trials this year so she can get her Water Dog title. Now that would be cool. So she gets to go every week to the lake to train. I get to stay home with “G-Ma.” She is cool and gives out apple slices, blueberries, and such. Yummy in my tummy stuff! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Slt1jZ-gUbI/AAAAAAAAANc/j4N3Ul_Yq04/s1600-h/DSCN0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358005432816259506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Slt1jZ-gUbI/AAAAAAAAANc/j4N3Ul_Yq04/s400/DSCN0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a couple of weeks later, I got to go to the Annual North Central Picnic. I had a great time, and got to play games. I didn’t win the Hot Dog Drool Contest, as there w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Slt1xtERuKI/AAAAAAAAANk/IfztVSMOTr4/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358005678458910882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Slt1xtERuKI/AAAAAAAAANk/IfztVSMOTr4/s400/DSCN0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ere some really good droolers out there. I was impressed with some of the floogers I saw. They were IMPRESSIVE! Then we had the best contest ever……….The Team Peanut Butter Eating Contest!!!!!!!! Boy I was a champ at that, in fact (I was so good, not only did I eat my PB (clean as a whistle, I might add), but cleaned off a second spoon, cause another newfie wasn’t into PB. I of course was shocked that a Newfie didn’t care for PB, but to each his own, and of course I got two spoonfuls! I had a great time, and so did Mom and Dad. Ethel received a plaque for earning her Rally Excellent Title in 2008. It was pretty cool, even if it wasn’t for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also I have to BRAG about Ethel she is working on her Rally Advanced Excellent (RAE) Title, and she got several legs in addition to the National. Below the Water Pictures, Dad put on a picture for me of Ethel, Dad, and the Judge at her last trail. She got 4th Place! She was pretty tired that day as we had a show on Friday, Water Training on Saturday, and then this show on Sunday, so she was pretty tired by the time she showed on Sunday, and I though she did pretty goot to place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s it for now. I have some stories I need to write down, about the girls, and I’ll try to get that posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Pal;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky (aka Mr. Smooch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3632843448_d3cb98220c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3632843448_d3cb98220c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3632835942_b08d519026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3632835942_b08d519026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3645/3632821884_bc5d43dbc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3645/3632821884_bc5d43dbc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3301/3632788810_3620cb22ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3301/3632788810_3620cb22ce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-940099391558685003?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/940099391558685003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=940099391558685003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/940099391558685003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/940099391558685003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sltz-IqrGfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Ne1MXBqFG80/s72-c/Ethel+in+Obedience+2009+National.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-2553989815615438878</id><published>2009-03-15T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:03:33.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North Central's Regional Speciality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb13jhkoMHI/AAAAAAAAAME/aLbiwPjYJNU/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313534587558178930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb13jhkoMHI/AAAAAAAAAME/aLbiwPjYJNU/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI GUYS! Ricky here again;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I must say at first I felt VERY GYPED, when I didn't get to go to the North Central Newfoundland Club's 2009 Regional Speciality 27-28 February, as I knew there would be a ton of people to smooch. Oh wait....let me digress a minute. First I apologise for not posting for a while, a lot of stuff has happened and I will try to catch up soon, I promise..............so anyway, back to this...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb13zCwxrhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/J1_dw7LIVbM/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313534854165540370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb13zCwxrhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/J1_dw7LIVbM/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I was sorta put out that I didn't get to go, but, and a hesitate to say this, as I know it will go to her head, but I'm proud of my sister Ethel. She was apparently in top form, and took three First Places in Rally on Friday and Saturday. So that's more Rally Advanced Excellent (RAE) legs for her. Then my Uncle Terry was there and even took pictures of her and Dad! So I got to see them, and will have Dad post a couple, as my paws are so big, they mess up the keyboard sometimes when I get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here you go, enjoy.......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb1541DN_qI/AAAAAAAAAM0/P_fTzEOqIyU/s1600-h/9382+AB192++medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537152587267746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb1541DN_qI/AAAAAAAAAM0/P_fTzEOqIyU/s400/9382+AB192++medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb15BGSA56I/AAAAAAAAAMs/8RbzTUqOH0Q/s1600-h/0012+AB193+rally+medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313536195140052898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb15BGSA56I/AAAAAAAAAMs/8RbzTUqOH0Q/s400/0012+AB193+rally+medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I do promise to catch you all up on my exploits soon. After all my adoring fans need a Smooch-up periodically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-2553989815615438878?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2553989815615438878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=2553989815615438878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/2553989815615438878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/2553989815615438878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/north-centrals-regional-speciality.html' title='North Central&apos;s Regional Speciality'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/Sb13jhkoMHI/AAAAAAAAAME/aLbiwPjYJNU/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-6970746789792733801</id><published>2008-11-25T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:46:08.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethel’s 3rd BoofDay Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBzn0CMGnI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ka3fmJjw858/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273842291470768754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBzn0CMGnI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ka3fmJjw858/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was Ethel’s 3rd Boof Day. And while it wasn’t mine, it was pretty cool! We all started the day with a special breakfast. We got pumpkin, yogurt (vanilla my fav!), Blueberries, Raspberries, Blackberries, Fresh Broiled Red Salmon, as well as our regular junk. Man-o-man! It was a Yum-o-licious Taste Treat!!! I can’t tell you how yummy that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STB0VI2VpNI/AAAAAAAAALw/z3kgXOOVq1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273843070152320210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STB0VI2VpNI/AAAAAAAAALw/z3kgXOOVq1Q/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got the opportunity for some relaxin time. Later in the day, Ethel, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBz0uGDvjI/AAAAAAAAALg/jAKfOEj3xwM/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273842513214684722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBz0uGDvjI/AAAAAAAAALg/jAKfOEj3xwM/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; (my little pest sister) got to go to Pet Smart to pick out presents. Ethel cause it was her birthday, Husker, cause Mom &amp;amp; Dad thought he was a “guest” and got special treatment, and Elise cause her Birthday was on Monday. So I guess under the circumstances it was alright that I did not get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after they scarfed up loot, they came home. Apparently Ethel &amp;amp; Husker were a hit, cause they got all of the hugs and smooches I would have gotten if I had went. After that it was Party time!!!! WhooHoo!! Boy Mom and Dad know how to throw a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STB0DARfdZI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ei2XpGuGVFo/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273842758612645266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STB0DARfdZI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ei2XpGuGVFo/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;party! Dad made Ethel a cake with frosting and it had this cool bone candle. Everyone sang Happy Boof Day, then we had the cake and Boy it was good! Ethel and Elise got to open their presents, and Ethel let me play with some of them too, which I thought was nice. So all-in-all it was a great day, and I had a lot of fun. I hop my birthday in January is just as good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-6970746789792733801?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6970746789792733801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=6970746789792733801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6970746789792733801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6970746789792733801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/ethels-3rd-boofday-party.html' title='Ethel’s 3rd BoofDay Party!'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBzn0CMGnI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ka3fmJjw858/s72-c/DSC_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-707659995832005735</id><published>2008-11-25T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:39:45.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin Husker Come’s-a-Visitin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBy3B3QYlI/AAAAAAAAALI/Xo180weByuE/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273841453369418322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBy3B3QYlI/AAAAAAAAALI/Xo180weByuE/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an exciting week here. Dad tells me Husker is comin to visit for a week! Man I like him, so I was really excited. I mean after all, it will even up the odds around here some. He’s our cousin (Newfy Cousin that is) from Wisconsin, and his Mom and Dad were going out of town for a week so he got to come and stay with us. Last Monday evening he arrived, and we greeted each other like old pals. Actually more like an older brother who has a cool younger brother. So we sniffed around, and had a good time. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBzGMrmdvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ep8wu3G2q5A/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273841713971361522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBzGMrmdvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ep8wu3G2q5A/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday was a particularly good day, as we got to play for a long time in the yard, and had a lot of fun. It was cool having him at the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-707659995832005735?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/707659995832005735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=707659995832005735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/707659995832005735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/707659995832005735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/cousin-husker-comes-visitin.html' title='Cousin Husker Come’s-a-Visitin!'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBy3B3QYlI/AAAAAAAAALI/Xo180weByuE/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-1754676650040616888</id><published>2008-11-20T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:37:11.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Without Ethel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBxtntUZxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-FubxtNyWdc/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273840192217966354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBxtntUZxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-FubxtNyWdc/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Sunday was “Education Day” for the North Central Newf Club. That’s the Club I belong to. All of the Newfs in Upper Illinois, Eastern Iowa, and Wisconsin belong to this club. The nice thing is that we let our “human” minions (Mom &amp;amp; Dad) come to these club events, which is cool, as they bring snackies, and other things to eat, and of course there is Newfie things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last years for education day, we had everything Newfies do day. There was swimin, cart pullin (I think we used to pull carts in the olden days to hau&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBx8UTFqnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BLJoTS1hQ-k/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273840444705712754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBx8UTFqnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BLJoTS1hQ-k/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l our treats and snackies), Obedience, and somthin called Con-4-mation. Anyway it was way cool last year, I had a Blast! I got in 4 hours of Smoochin and went well over my smoochin quota. Sometimes it’s tuff to get in a good days smoochin when you’re the “World’s Greatest Smoocher.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I wake up on Sunday for a rip-roaring day of smoochin, and snackies, only to find out, “I’M NOT GOIN!!!!!” Mom tells me; “You went last years, it’s someone else’s turn.” Man I was devastated, I was all worked up for a day of smoochin, and instead I get to spend the day with my “G”Ma, and Oreo and Luci. I don’t even count Elise the Mini-Newf, cause she’s so small. Mom says Ethel gets to go this year, cause she’s never gone. Oh Well, Rats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I’m hangin with my “G”Ma, Ethel got to go. After she came home, she told be what went on, sounds like I would have had a great time. She said that Mom &amp;amp; Dad drove for over an hour, and she got to look out the window the whole time. Then she said they got to the place, and low and behold they had Draft Day for Education Day. She got to wear a harness, and get hooked up to a real cart! WOW!! She said she didn’t really like the cart, but I think that was because she wasn’t used to it, so sh&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STByhFyUFOI/AAAAAAAAALA/fMyoXgkfsqc/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273841076465308898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STByhFyUFOI/AAAAAAAAALA/fMyoXgkfsqc/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e was nervous. She’s like that, a little chicken, but when she’s used to something she is really good at it. Then they got to have snackies, which I missed! Mom &amp;amp; Dad took photos, and I got to post a couple here for your entertainment. Not much else going on, other than our cousin Husker is coming to visit in a week, so I guess I’ll report on that next. Pictures Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-1754676650040616888?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1754676650040616888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=1754676650040616888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/1754676650040616888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/1754676650040616888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-without-ethel.html' title='A Day Without Ethel'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/STBxtntUZxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-FubxtNyWdc/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-8211454020475335916</id><published>2008-11-02T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T10:03:17.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-I-P-P-E-D OFF AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3q-GAh89I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o5O-AxGSsUM/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264121891951604690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3q-GAh89I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o5O-AxGSsUM/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well guys Ricky here&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought you would like to know how Mom &amp;amp; Dad gyped me a couple of weeks ago. I’ve been so……….upset about it, this is the forst opportunity I’ve had to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frist, Oh the shame of it. Mom &amp;amp; Dad went to a Newf event, and I didn’t get to go. They went to the North Central Newfoundland Club’s Draft Test, and left me home! I mean I didn’t get an opportunity to smooch anyone! What a tragedy! They said they were “Stewarding” whatever &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3m0YUpOEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KjnprD3s8Zs/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264117327022602306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3m0YUpOEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KjnprD3s8Zs/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that was, and I had to stay home. The only solice in it was that I wasn’t alone HA HA! The girls had to stay home too! So at least that was a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad did take some photos so, I’ll post a couple here. It does look like fun, maybe Dad will figure out that I would at least like to try this &lt;strong&gt;(Hint Hint!!! DAD??!!??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ANOTHER DISAPPOINTMENT! Mom &amp;amp; Dad took Ethel and Oreo to the River King Newfoundland Club Regional Speciality (Dog Show). WELL!!!! I mean I’m a DOG, why couldn’t I GO?????? Then my snotty lil sisters come home and tell me what a great time they had, and how they got to stay in a hotel, and smooze around which some of their dog friends all weekend, while I had to stay home with my Grandma! &lt;strong&gt;WHAT A RIP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They said they had to go, as they were showing! Showing what they didn’t say, but apparently Ethel did it well enough she got ribbons! Then she got a reward, and Mom &amp;amp; Dad didn’t bring me home squat-tol-la!!!!! That made me upset. The to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3nYcA4wvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YRyJUMzZDj8/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264117946488767218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3nYcA4wvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YRyJUMzZDj8/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make matters worse, Ehtel was walkin around the house like the was "Queen of the May!" Givin me Na-Na-NANA-NA! I got 1st Place! Like I casre! (Well I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3oDkE_OSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w33Qlew_5W8/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264118687387826466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3oDkE_OSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w33Qlew_5W8/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess she did good, after all she's my sister. But I forgave Mom &amp;amp; Dad later, cause we got Salmon for dinner! (Ah……………..my weakness!!!!! Other than Smoochin that is). But Dad actually won something this time at the raffle. It was this pretty cool chest, which Dad says he’s goning to keep the brushes (I like being brushed) and groomin stuff in, as well as treats!!! WhooHoo, It is pretty cool, some guy Dad knows made it and donated it &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3oYgKY4pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QKXob-Qs34A/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264119047113990802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3oYgKY4pI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QKXob-Qs34A/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from Newfie Rescue, so Dad had bought tickets for it, and they pulled his name!! Pretty cool, if you ask me, and it’s got a Newfie on it, so that means it has to be used for us! I put a picture of in here also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only bright spot in the week was that it was Halloween (Whatever the Heck that is??) and we got a treat......Pumpkins! Man are they tastey! I'm throwin in a couple pictures is us gettin our pumpkins. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3oqHtdWyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/leh5tZk4JJs/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264119349787843362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3oqHtdWyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/leh5tZk4JJs/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are so good, and they are apparently good for you according to Mom, Yeah, I know Mom's are always tryin to get you'se to eat good stuff, but in this case, this is something that TASTES GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway…………That’s what’s goin on at the Newfie Nut House right now. North Central Newf Club’s Education Day is coming up a couple of weeks from now, and Mom &amp;amp; Dad better take me to that! Anywho………..enjoy the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-8211454020475335916?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8211454020475335916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=8211454020475335916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8211454020475335916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8211454020475335916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/11/r-i-p-p-e-d-off-again.html' title='R-I-P-P-E-D OFF AGAIN!'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SQ3q-GAh89I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o5O-AxGSsUM/s72-c/DSC_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-2715290665246598115</id><published>2008-09-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:27:22.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2Zt6y6UiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IMyAfUGZZsQ/s1600-h/Ricky+Web+Page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250521754739823138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2Zt6y6UiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IMyAfUGZZsQ/s400/Ricky+Web+Page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HEY Guess What!!!! I’m an International (Internet) Personality Now. No kiddin! My Dad won a custom embroidered top for my Mom at the North Central Newfoundland Club’s Annual Newfiepalooza event back in May. Dad forgot all about it after he sent my picture in. He sent mine in cause I’m such a handsome guy, and all around Smoochin Machine! Well back to the story……..Dad forgot about the project, sigh!, I mean common Dad, you forgot?? Well I would’nt tell Mom about that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dad gets an email from the lady, and she loves my picture so much (Hey Dad, remember to remind me to send her a paw-to-graph of me as Mr. Smooch “The World’s Greatest Smoocher.” She liked my stuff so much, she has put me on her website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now I’m an International Internet Star! Man I know now I’ll get lot’s of Bookings as Mr. Smooch. I’ll have no trouble keeping up with my Smoochin Quota! So anyway I’m attaching a photo of how I am being portrayed. Since she was nice enough to do that, I’m going to reciprocate and list her web sight. They do very nice work and I would give it 4 Paws up. Hey Nanook, check this site out for your Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Check this place out!:  &lt;a href="http://www.pupparel.com/index1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.pupparel.com/index1.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-2715290665246598115?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2715290665246598115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=2715290665246598115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/2715290665246598115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/2715290665246598115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-guess-what-im-international.html' title=''/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2Zt6y6UiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IMyAfUGZZsQ/s72-c/Ricky+Web+Page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-6638513300327253355</id><published>2008-09-26T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:30:06.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I ended up in a SPA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2UmQUqEmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QV1U6gAsX04/s1600-h/Yes+I%27m+Handsome.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250516125521416802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2UmQUqEmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QV1U6gAsX04/s400/Yes+I%27m+Handsome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELL!!!!!!!! I just don’t know how to start! I don’t think I’ve ever been so badly tricked in my life! Today Dad gets a phone call from Mom, who had car trouble, so he had to go rescue her. Well that was OK, cause I like my Mom a l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2UtcDK4BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/30Ej2pgQiuA/s1600-h/Ethel+in+Tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250516248928378898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2UtcDK4BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/30Ej2pgQiuA/s400/Ethel+in+Tub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ot, she gives me my Breakfast and always makes sure I get a Snacky or two. So she’s tops with me. Anyway, Dad gets up and gets us a quick snacky, and loads me and Ethel in the car, and off we go to rescue Mom! Then it happened. We went to that “Spa” place were Oreo was the other day. Dad gets us out of the car and takes us in. Well of course I thought this was some sort of scheduled appearance I had forgotten about as “Mr. Smooch, the World’s Greatest Smoocher,” or Dad was dropping Ethel off for a Spa appointment (you know girls, they have to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2U7QCi06I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ll-WrqmsqFM/s1600-h/Ricky+Drying.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250516486222697378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2U7QCi06I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ll-WrqmsqFM/s400/Ricky+Drying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; pretty all of the time). Then he hands me off too! I was flabbergasted!!!! Dad how could you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wasn’t really sure what tha heck was going on, but there was nothing but girls fussing over me so it wasn’t half bad to start. Everything was going OK, and they gave me a bath. Heck I’m a Newf, so water is no big deal to me, in fact I love it! But this girl whom I hardly know started washing me……….well…………I was so shocked I was pawstruck! She started washing my…….er………well………for lack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2VdwQ-UbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rd6xYBLYjeg/s1600-h/Ricky+%26+Ethel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250517078988706226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2VdwQ-UbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rd6xYBLYjeg/s400/Ricky+%26+Ethel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of a better word “BAGGAGE!!!!” I mean REALLY!!!! I hardly knew her! I just don’t want to talk about that part anymore. (Guy’s just be careful if you go there, they are so bold, ya know??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that embarrassment, we went and I got dried, I liked that part, you know nice warm air, made me feel snuggly. Then this other nice lady clipped me and made me even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2VoZ5xkNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/myYAqJKqDmI/s1600-h/Ricky+on+Floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250517261964382418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2VoZ5xkNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/myYAqJKqDmI/s400/Ricky+on+Floor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; more handsome than I already was. Man, they even have a monitor so you can watch while your haircut is going on. Pretty Cool I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time they bathed and groomed Ethel to. Considering she’s my sister, she was lookin pretty good too! She is really a sweet girl, even for a sister. So at the end I got to hang around cause Ethel was not likin being in a romm by herself, so I “protected” her from th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2V6UEpolI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uo5K_faUCog/s1600-h/100_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250517569637032530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2V6UEpolI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uo5K_faUCog/s400/100_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e Boogieman (Even though I know there really isn’t one. I hope anyway). So when Dad came to pick me up, I got lots of extra opportunities to give smooches and hugs to all of the girls there, so I guess it was worth the experience. I even gave the girl that grabbed my stuff an extra smooch to show there was no hard feelings. Anyway, I’m off for now. Next Posting will be ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2WX20mStI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qSCcpaWZzg0/s1600-h/Mr.+Smooch+and+his+Special+Smoochin+Friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250518077181151954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2WX20mStI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qSCcpaWZzg0/s400/Mr.+Smooch+and+his+Special+Smoochin+Friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;out the North Central Newfoundland Club Water Test. I had friends there, so I’ll let you know how it came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2Wiuwig_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/0FaDvB2HSVE/s1600-h/100_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250518263995204594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2Wiuwig_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/0FaDvB2HSVE/s400/100_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BTW here are my two favorite Smoochin subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-6638513300327253355?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6638513300327253355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=6638513300327253355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6638513300327253355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6638513300327253355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-i-ended-up-in-spa.html' title='How I ended up in a SPA!!'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SN2UmQUqEmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QV1U6gAsX04/s72-c/Yes+I%27m+Handsome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-4366757351890991273</id><published>2008-09-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:29:04.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Oreo's Trip to the Spa</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys, It's Ricky again. You know some days it just doen't pay to get up. I'm tell'in ya, sisters are such a pain! After a wonderful breakfast of Canidae, Red Salmon, Yogurt, and pumpkin, I had a nice comfortable tummy.  You know what I mean, that nice satisified feeling, and everything's right in the world feeling! Well let me tell you that didn't last long!  Dad calls Oreo over and he takes her for a RIDE!!!!!!!!!! Man, now everyone knows I'm Mr. Smooch, the Worlds Greatest Smoocher!  As my due, I should have gotten to go for a ride!  Well after a while, Dad comes back without Oreo!!??!!  I mean even though sister&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa93BLXlhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-TKOjuQyh7U/s1600-h/100_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244087569026094610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa93BLXlhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-TKOjuQyh7U/s400/100_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s are a pain, she's not that big of a pain (Boy, I can't believe I'm writing that!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad tells everyone that Oreo went to the Spa, and that she'll be home later. MAN WHAT A GYP!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I mean as the celibrity of the house, if anyone should have gotten to go, it should have been ME!!!!!!!  Sometimes, I just don't understand what goes on in Dad's head!  BTW what's a Spa?  Oh, I see that's where you get a bath and a brush, and that big air blowy thingy puts wind on you.  Now I can't understand that, you take all of the trouble to get wet, and that they want to get you un-wet???? Somehow that just doesn't make any sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later in the day, Dad and Gma (my grandma), goes out and doesn't take ANYONE for a ride, I mean I'm really bummed here, twice gyped in one day!  I mean, what does a Landseer have to do to get some respect here????  A little while later, Dad and Gma return with Oreo.  Boy! What a load of Bones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She comes PRANCING into the house like she's the be all, end all!  W&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa-MZci70I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vh-dVZZxRBI/s1600-h/100_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244087936317845314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa-MZci70I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vh-dVZZxRBI/s400/100_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ith that "Look and the Princess" look about her. So BIG DEAL, she got a bath.....so what????  Hey wit a minute, SHE SMELLS TOO!!!!!!!  OMGosh! Like a field of flowers or somethin!  And she got a trim too!  No wonder she's actin like the Queen of Sheba!  Then she has to flaunt it around the house, rubbin it in everyone elses face too!  I mean she does look pretty good (for a sister) for a girl Newfie, and she does smell pretty good too, even if I wouldn't tell her directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad said to Gma, that this was the cleanest place he had ever been to!  He said the place was so clean, there was no dog hair ANYWHERE inside the plpace!  WOWZER! I've never seen that! I told Dad, that I would have to see that myself to believe it! Dad told me I'd get the chance on Wednesday. OMGosh!!!!  Dad's going to MAKE ME go to a SPA!!!!!!!  What did I do to PO him??  Oh, wait a minute.  I forgot I stole his bacon off of his plate yeasterday......Hmmmmm.......so that's my punishment huh, and I thought he had forgotten about that.  Oh Well, maybe he'll forget to take me. What's that Dad?  Ethel's going too?  Crapola, now I guess I'm stuck. O well, maybe I can make something out of the day, by having a personal appreance as Mr. Smooch, and let me adoring fans, stop by for a smooch and a paw-to-graph.  Well mabye the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa-cyeKZbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hR1g9rf0P8c/s1600-h/100_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244088217913419186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa-cyeKZbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hR1g9rf0P8c/s400/100_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day won't be a total loss after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guys, I'll let you know what happens on Wednesday.  So for now, remember; "A bone in the paw, is worth two in the bush." or somethin like that.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa-84zjtBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Q7soW49AbTE/s1600-h/100_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244088769369584658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa-84zjtBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Q7soW49AbTE/s400/100_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-4366757351890991273?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4366757351890991273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=4366757351890991273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/4366757351890991273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/4366757351890991273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/09/princess-oreos-trip-to-spa.html' title='Princess Oreo&apos;s Trip to the Spa'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SMa93BLXlhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-TKOjuQyh7U/s72-c/100_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-4874624906684548090</id><published>2008-08-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:36:22.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Weekend!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Guys Ricky here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend I had.  Oh, yea, I forgot, the girls came and had a good time too!  We went to visit people Mom &amp;amp; Dad know from Newf Net.  I guess that make her our Auntie Jeannie.  Anyway, we drove to Greenville, Ohio.  Mom &amp;amp; Dad were there for some stupid glass covention, and we got to go along for the ride.  They took us to this really cool place!  Auntie Jeannie's!  It had a great big Humongous Pond, and 5 acres, yes 5 Acres! of play yard.  WhooHoo, it was Lanseer Heaven!  I of course claimed the pond as my kingdom.  I would swim for a while them splash and play bite the water.  Man it was great!!!!  I did share it with Ethel and Oreo, but Luci isn't much for water swimin, so she watched for the edge.  Unfortunately, since Mom and Dad were at that glass thing, they didn't take any Pictures, so I can't show you what a great time I had.  We got to stay for three days, and we made the most of it.  I can highly recommend Auntie Jeannie's to anyone traveling to Greenville, OH.  6 Paws UP!  You can check it out at:  &lt;a href="http://www.poochparlor.com/"&gt;http://www.poochparlor.com/&lt;/a&gt;  Anyway, I'm going to chill with my Mom now, and get a little nappie in, so as that Tigger guy would say:  "TTFN."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-4874624906684548090?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4874624906684548090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=4874624906684548090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/4874624906684548090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/4874624906684548090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-great-weekend.html' title='What a Great Weekend!!!!!'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-7602330972718548599</id><published>2008-08-01T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:36:38.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SJLZEGZZCxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/N2kreVKVVLI/s1600-h/2596008271_02fe4b237d_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229480781790382866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SJLZEGZZCxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/N2kreVKVVLI/s400/2596008271_02fe4b237d_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SJLX3q9Ds_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/EFD7a3bDd0A/s1600-h/2596008271_02fe4b237d_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricky Here; Being Mr. Smooch, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"The World's Greatest Smoocher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I felt that a new look was in order. So I told Dad that I needed a Photo for a banner, and of course I "had" to add a picture of my sisters (notice it's small and to the side, so it doesn't detract from "my" photo!) to keep them somewhat happy. The picture is from the 2008 Newfoundland Club of America National Speciality in Warwick, RI. My Mom is standing beside me, and my Dad is hiding in the background with Oreo (notice I'm in front, so that means I'm more important!). So I hope you enjoy the new look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-7602330972718548599?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7602330972718548599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=7602330972718548599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/7602330972718548599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/7602330972718548599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SJLZEGZZCxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/N2kreVKVVLI/s72-c/2596008271_02fe4b237d_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-129926213204513355</id><published>2008-07-28T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:39:24.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rally Double Day - A Big WHOOHOO for my Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SI4ALn8BYVI/AAAAAAAAADs/PvZTIzHPJ9A/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228116417123017042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SI4ALn8BYVI/AAAAAAAAADs/PvZTIzHPJ9A/s400/Copy+of+DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Guys, Ricky Here; I will be singing the praises of my sisters Ethel and Oreo today (and of course get in a plug of two for myself, Mr. Smooch, the world's Greatest Smoocher!), anyway;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday (the 26th of July) was Rally Day at the Newfie Nut House. Dad and Mom got up really early, (and of course after seeing to my dietary needs) took Ethel and Oreo to Waukesha, Wisconsin for the Waukesha Kennel Club's annual Dog Show. I stayed at home to annoy Grandma, and pester her for treats and give her smooches, as my due........., but anyway back to the story. Ethel got to go into the show ring first, and was doin great. At end she had to Honor and a dog that had already show ran the course again. Ethel sat like a rock and didn't move, she was really good from what Dad said. Any way the Judge must have liked her, cause she qualified, and earned her Rally Excellent Title! WhooHoo for sister! As you can see Ethel (lying in front) is visiting with her new friend "Husker" who came to visit Mom and Dad at the show, along with his Human's Rebecca and T&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SI4CiTXJbBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hu07T57J3Uc/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228119005759892498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SI4CiTXJbBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hu07T57J3Uc/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erry from Wisconsin. I haven't met Husker yet, but I will soon according to Mom and Dad. He seems cool anyway, and as the World Famous Mr. Smooch, I will guide him through Newfie Puppyhood, as I am the only guy around, and therefore eminently quilified. But, I digress, back to the story. So Dad and Mom were really proud of Ethel, I wasn't to concerned, after all, she's Rally Girl! As Alfred E. Newman said "What me Worry?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well not to be outdone, Oreo (Miss Smartypants) has decided she wants something to do too! It's not like she can't swim, and that knida of stuff, Ethel plotted with her to go to the Rally shows too. And even though she only trained for about 3 weeks, she got entered in the show by Dad, so she could see what it was like. Well! The only thing I can think is that Ethel must have talked to the Judge! Cause, Oreo went into the Novice ring, and QAULIFIED! WOW on her first ever time out! Even Dad was surprised, cause he was just taking her to expose her to the ring, people, and other dogs. And she fooled him and qualified! So, I guess I have to be proud of her too!!  So now she has her fisrt Leg in Rally Novice, and had fun fooling Dad!!! Ha Ha Ha!  Dad sooooooooo........... didn't expect her to qualify, just get used to the ring and stuff.  Well she sure showed Dad!   So that's all I have for now. Smooches to my adoring and Loyal Fans out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SI4CwTdqsJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Zf4H8r4jNP8/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228119246305407122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SI4CwTdqsJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Zf4H8r4jNP8/s400/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Smooch, the World's Greatest Smoocher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-129926213204513355?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/129926213204513355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=129926213204513355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/129926213204513355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/129926213204513355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/07/rally-double-day-big-whoohoo-for-my.html' title='Rally Double Day - A Big WHOOHOO for my Sisters'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SI4ALn8BYVI/AAAAAAAAADs/PvZTIzHPJ9A/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-7230748908647826624</id><published>2008-06-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:05:18.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 North Central Newfoundland Club Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well guys Ethel here. I know Ricky was posting about the National, but he's not here today, he's snoozing, so I have the helm. It was a cool weekend, as it was the North Central Newfoundland Club Annual Picnic. Originally Mom told me I could not go, cause I'm always goin somewhere with Dad, and that the others might be a tad jealous. Now I know that's not true, but I though Mom would feel better doing this. But as it got closer to the picnic, Ricky and Oreo didn't feel good, Ricky got into something (you know kids), and he was indisposed with the, hmmmmm...let's see how can I say this without grossing you out, Oh I know, he had liquidy poo. He was getting better, but he had to stay home. Oreo might have a lady problem, so she got to stay home too. So Mom and Dad took me (WhooHoo!) and Luci. Luci was all excited cause she doesn't get to go to events often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we got to the picnic site and their were lots of people (cool, that meant lots of Pets for ME!), and lots of other Newfies! Then I found out there were games! I got to play some of the games and won a prize in the Flooger Contest, I finsihed third, getting gyped out of second when I got bumped and my longest flooger broke. But it was OK, I got a cool prize (a cookie), and Dad got a magnetic Board for the Fridge. We met some new people, they had just joined, and played with their Newfie. I told her this was a cool club, and she would like the Water Seminar next month with my cool friends Roger and barbra Frey, I like him, he shows me how to be a Water Dog, so I can't wait until next month and lots of swimmin! Luci made lots of friends (she's kind of shy), and was having a good time. Dad feed us some macaroni and cheese, and some carrots, tomatoe grapes, and&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCqou2yqtI/AAAAAAAAADk/-6bTMoPlYMo/s1600-h/Deck+Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215355985244367570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCqou2yqtI/AAAAAAAAADk/-6bTMoPlYMo/s400/Deck+Photo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; watermelon. It was a good lunch snacky. Then it got booring, cause the two legged guys had a meeting about hosting a National, and there was a lot of talking about that. Then they had the Brown Bag Auction, and Mom won some cool looking books, and a nice Newfie Pin. The Pin looked like Oreo, so I know my Mommy liked it. Then we all went home, and chilled out for the rest of the day, except Dad tricked us at the top of the Deck Stairs and took our photo all together. Then it was beddytime, and we all snuggled in bed together. It was a good day. See you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-7230748908647826624?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7230748908647826624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=7230748908647826624' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/7230748908647826624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/7230748908647826624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/06/2008-north-central-newfoundland-club.html' title='2008 North Central Newfoundland Club Picnic'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCqou2yqtI/AAAAAAAAADk/-6bTMoPlYMo/s72-c/Deck+Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-6178446232123980021</id><published>2008-05-13T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:45:13.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Newfoundland National Specialty - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCko4-l5FI/AAAAAAAAADM/Bbbe_mX3Y0I/s1600-h/Judy+and+Ricky+Rescue+Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215349390891672658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCko4-l5FI/AAAAAAAAADM/Bbbe_mX3Y0I/s200/Judy+and+Ricky+Rescue+Parade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its Ricky here again. I tell you, it’s hard enough being “Mr. Smooch” the World’s Greatest Smoocher, when you have sisters that try to foil you at every turn. As I told you we had to go and have another doctor check our hearts. Mine of course was great, as I am the Perfect Specimen of a Landseer, but Ethel was another matter. They checked and the Doctor said he wanted to do a Doppler. At first I thought it was something to eat, but I found out that they let you lay on a table, and then put a funny thing on you and the box makes this cool bump…bump….bump….noise and then there’s really terrible looking TV everyone was watching. After a while I figured out it was Ethel’s heart beating…Wow now that was really cool!!! It turned out that Ethel has an extra something on a valve (whatever that is) and it makes a funny noise, so Ehtel’s heart beat sounds funny, even though there is nothing wrong with her. Now that was good, &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCleMrUKbI/AAAAAAAAADU/viID3VWnrYc/s1600-h/Rescue+Panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but it delayed my smooching schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we wandered around and I got to meet lots of cool people that I got to smooch, and some other Newfies too! Of course I had to formally Sniff before Smooching, I mean after all, I have to make sure I’m primarily smooching girls, even though I like guys, in a manly Newfie sorta way, but there’s a rumor that smooching guys is not cool, so I tend to make sure it’s OK first. Then much to my dismay we returned to the hotel. I heard Dad tell Mom that they were going to the Annual Meeting and Plate Sale. I was real excited then, they were going to buy us plates of food. Boy was I disappointed later on that night, when Dad &amp;amp; Mom returned home with plates, but NO FOOD!!!!!!! Rats, I was looking forward to a late snacky. But I did get to give out extra smooches, because Dad arranged with some friends on Newf Net to have a Personal Assistant cater to me while they were out. A nice girl named Jennifer, who was a student came to visit with me, and yes the girls too, while Mom &amp;amp; Dad were out. She was pretty cool, she gave me cookies, water, and then took me outside to goof around. She did that several days and it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday arrived, and Ethel went off to Rally. I went too, but there were a lot of new people to smooch, so I stayed busy. It was nice out, and we strolled around and met people while Mom drug me around to all the vendors, but that was OK, cause some of the stuff she got was for me! WhooHoo!!! I got some cool toys, and treats, and got to smooch the vendors, so that was a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I got to go to the “Rescue Parade.” Oreo came too. It was really great!!!! First, I got lots of attention and smooches, Yeah! Ladies gave ME smooches!!!!. Then Mom got a goodie bag that was for me only. It was great, I got a towel with my name on it, and a cool scarf! Then there were some snacks inside, and some other stuff (I didn’t have to share with the girls!), and we got to parade around while everyone clapped. Since I got to first, I thought all of the clapping was because they all know I was the World Famous “Mr&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCltRfqVrI/AAAAAAAAADc/oN67WeIxUxg/s1600-h/Rescue+Panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215350565703931570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="120" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCltRfqVrI/AAAAAAAAADc/oN67WeIxUxg/s400/Rescue+Panorama.jpg" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Smooch.” But then I learned that it was because my Mommy and Dad rescued me when I was little, so they were clapping for that. That was OK, cause I’m glad they did, cause I have a cool Mom and Dad, and my sisters are OK, and my Gmom is cool too. Oreo got to parade to, so I Whoo…Whoo….Whooed for her. I like Oreo, she’s cool, she doesn’t get mad and growl at me when I forget that she owns some of the toys too, and let’s me play with her toys. The rest of the day oreo and I went around and I showed her everything there was to see. She got lots of pets and hugs, and we got to meet more cool people, some even had a treat for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s all for this edition. I will have Dad post more pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-6178446232123980021?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6178446232123980021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=6178446232123980021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6178446232123980021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/6178446232123980021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008-newfoundland-national-specialty_13.html' title='2008 Newfoundland National Specialty - Part 2'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SGCko4-l5FI/AAAAAAAAADM/Bbbe_mX3Y0I/s72-c/Judy+and+Ricky+Rescue+Parade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-7007661112810074301</id><published>2008-05-09T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:56:07.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2008 Newfoundland National Specialty, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SCiug2eia_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UoonwkE6HE4/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199597649201884146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SCiug2eia_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UoonwkE6HE4/s200/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well guys Ricky here. I’ve returned for my triumphant engagement at the Newf National Specialty. All I can say was that I was a hit with the Newfie Public. I was way overbooked on smooching events, but I managed to get everyone at the National Smooched that I saw. Some even were smooched on different occasions, even though I had already smooched them at least once before. But they were my adoring fans, so what’s a Landseer to do? But I’m getting ahead of myself here, and I’ll tell you about our week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on Sunday, and the weather was great. The only issue was that I had to ride in the back of the van with the girls. While I like them and their OK, it’s still kind of insulting, as I’m the world famous “Mr. Smooch,” and I though I should ride up front. Mom said I was get&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SCiuRGeia-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fmxsZigbcXU/s1600-h/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199597378618944482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SCiuRGeia-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fmxsZigbcXU/s200/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ting a big head, but I looked in the mirror, and my head was the same size it’s been, so I didn’t understand that! After a long drive (we did stop for potty breaks), it got dark and we stopped at a Holiday Inn Express in PA. It was a nice place and of course I had to smooch the staff. After all they deserved a tip. I got a decent snooze in, and was ready to go in the morning, after a hearty breakfast. The only bummer was it was raining. Boy it rained all day! We finally arrived in Rhode Island, which I didn’t understand, I never saw any water surrounding us, so I don’t know why they called it an Island?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next (Tuesday) day Ethel got to have all the fun, and went to Rally, and then I got to go with her to walk around and meet my fans. It seemed like I had fans everywhere, cause when we stopped, I got to give smooches to everyone Mom &amp;amp; Dad met. So even though it rained, it was a good day, as my smoochin quota was ahead for my normal standard. It was kinda neat to, there were a lot of Newf’s around that I had never met before, so I got to sniff a lot of new sniffs! So between smoochin and sniffin, I was a busy guy. Later in the day, we got to go to something called a cardio clinic. Some guy put this thing on me, which was OK cause I got pets, and then I found out he was a Vet!! I didn’t smell any Vet smells so he surprised me and kinda snuck up on me in a way. But Mom said I had a good Heart (Heck, I knew that, you hafta be to be M&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SCiuy2eibAI/AAAAAAAAADE/vCg6W32JCoQ/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199597958439529474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SCiuy2eibAI/AAAAAAAAADE/vCg6W32JCoQ/s200/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r. Smooch), so I guess it was OK. Then Dad took me next door. I thought hey this place is cool, there givin out cookies!! Little did I know I was going to get stabbed, and not just once but twice!! My Dad said something about DNA Research. I thought that meant “D”og “N”ummy “A”ssociation Research, and they were testing new cookies or something, boy was I wrong, next thing I know another Vet was stabbin me with a needle and trying to suck my blood out of my leg. When that didn’t work, they stuck a needle in my NECK!!!!!!!!! Holy Cow! Afterwards I found out that it was a project for all Newfies to help other Newfies so they won’t get sick and stuff like that, so it was OK after all. Boy my Mom and Dad are smarter than I thought. Well that’s enough for today. I’ll post more on the rest of the week maybe tomarrow. Pictures will follow, but probably not today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-7007661112810074301?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7007661112810074301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=7007661112810074301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/7007661112810074301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/7007661112810074301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008-newfoundland-national-specialty.html' title='The 2008 Newfoundland National Specialty, Part 1'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SCiug2eia_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UoonwkE6HE4/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-3420626682223548365</id><published>2008-04-25T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:38:38.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gittin Ready for the National</title><content type='html'>Hi guys;  Mr. Smooch here! (Yes it's me Ricky).  The house is more than the usual Newfie Nut House this week.  Were getting ready to go to something called the "NATIONAL."  Now me being kind of young still, even though I am the "Worlds Greatest Smoocher," I don't know a lot about what a "National" is, but apparently it is a big deal.  I have already had to overbook smooching sessions with all my Dad's Newf Net and Newf-L friends, so my time will be pretty much taken up.  But my sister Ethel is entered in the show, and Oreo is coming also.  Oh and my favorite older sister Luci is coming so I will have plenty of sisters to do my bidding.  So I will try to have everyone post their thoughts, but we may have to wait until we return.  So I'll see you all later.  In the mean time "smooches" to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-3420626682223548365?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3420626682223548365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=3420626682223548365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/3420626682223548365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/3420626682223548365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/gittin-ready-for-national.html' title='Gittin Ready for the National'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-3949494215019751161</id><published>2008-04-18T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:06:43.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethel's Introduction - Rally Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAmK2HyxIpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/22E4W2mZuCY/s1600-h/DSCF4593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190832707930759826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAmK2HyxIpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/22E4W2mZuCY/s200/DSCF4593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, I'm &lt;strong&gt;Ethel&lt;/strong&gt; May Dakota Bear! I'm 2+ years old and I'm a Beautiful Black Newfoundland Girl. I was born in Illinois and my Mom (who just passed) and Dad live in Northern Illinois. So I'm a typical Midwestern Girl. My Mommy and Daddy love me very much, and take very good care of me. I came home a little early for a Newfie, at 9 weeks, but I quickly made myself at home, and learned how to be cute quickly. On my second day at home, I discovered the bestest way to check the counter for goodies. There &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAmJznyxInI/AAAAAAAAACA/QBQIPrynVdo/s1600-h/100_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190831565469459058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAmJznyxInI/AAAAAAAAACA/QBQIPrynVdo/s200/100_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was a stool in the kitchen and I found that I could get on it and sit so I could see better. That is a famous photo in our house according to Dad. He has his camera and caught me on it. I thought I would get in trouble, but Dad said it was cute and so did Mom, so I guess it was OK. Now I can only get two legs on it, but I can sure see better what's on the counter, even though I have manners, and never take anything unless I have permission. From the start, I've always been on the go. I love riding in the car, and trips are always lots of fun. So far I've gone to lots of Dog Shows, Newf Camp in Michigan, Newf Net Get-2-gether in Iowa (Thanks auntie Rhonda for inviting me), and River King Newfie Club's Rescue Parade (so Oreo could parade). Dad takes me to a lot of places but my favorite place is my Auntie Sara's Rally Training place. We get to have lots of fun &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAmKWHyxIoI/AAAAAAAAACI/TdcK3JthZ5k/s1600-h/Ted+&amp;amp;+Ethel+Football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190832158174945922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAmKWHyxIoI/AAAAAAAAACI/TdcK3JthZ5k/s200/Ted+%26+Ethel+Football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Rally Obedience. I get to show off at dog shows how good I am. I now have a Rally Advanced Title, and 2 Legs of my excellent title, and I hope to finish my title at the Newfoundland Club of America's National Speciality in Rhode Island. Now I'm not sure where Rhode Island is, but Dad says it's a long trip, but I'm ready! Then (paws crossed) I'll have a Rally Excellent Title. That would be nice. I've been very lucky so far, I've had 2 1st places, 2 2nd places, and 1 3rd place, and 2 4th places. I'm proud of my Daddy for helping me get them. So I'll let you know how I did. My favorite things are snugglin with Dad and Mom, annoying Grandma by givin her smooches when she's not watching. It's especially fun if she's in bed napping, and I can sneak up and give her a smooch. She is very funny when I get the chance, and makes the best noises when I can get her smooched without her knowing I'm coming. I also like to play with my older sister Oreo. My younger brother Ricky, is a pain, but he's my brother, so Mom says I have to be nice to him. You know how younger brothers are.....always pestering you, and what's worse, he's know as Mr. Smooch, the World's Greatest Smoocher, so he's always trying to smooch me and Oreo, and Luci too, but she likes it (Yuck)! Luci is my oldest sister, she taught me to go up and down the stairs, the best spots in the yard to lay in the grass, and how to get Dad to pass out cookies (a very important thing to know)!  it's been a busy year so far, I got put in the OFA database, my DNA is helping to research Newfie Medical Issues, and I thought I was going to do special Water training, cuase my Daddy said me and Oreo were going to CERF, I though it was something to do in the water, turned out some lady was shining a light in my eyes, Rats!!!  Well I'll have more to say when we return from the National. So remember, a flooger a day, will keep the cat away! Oh, PS - Dad will post more pictures of me soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-3949494215019751161?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3949494215019751161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=3949494215019751161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/3949494215019751161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/3949494215019751161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/ethels-introduction-rally-girl.html' title='Ethel&apos;s Introduction - Rally Girl'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAmK2HyxIpI/AAAAAAAAACQ/22E4W2mZuCY/s72-c/DSCF4593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-4252461398086131200</id><published>2008-04-11T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:11:31.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky's Story - AKA Mr. Smooch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALTOFxGKI/AAAAAAAAABY/g0J_5qe5-4g/s1600-h/Spitballbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188159195558516898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALTOFxGKI/AAAAAAAAABY/g0J_5qe5-4g/s200/Spitballbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi; I'm Ricky, also known as Ricky Ricardo's Cuban CongaBoy. I'm a Newfoundland and best of all I'm a "Landseer!!," and you know what they say about Landseers!  I am 1 year and 3 Months old. I also have the distinction of being called "Mr. Smooch!" I had to earn that nickname, it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it. I currently hold the title of "World's Greatest Smoocher!" It's a tough life being the worlds greatest smoocher, but the rewards are pretty cool. Anyway, on with my story...... It all started last year shortly before I was born. My Mommy (Camillea) was bred with my Daddy (Barkley - Cool name for a Dad), and then, Mom and Dad went to Rescue. I'm not really sure why, after all they are Landseer's and they are the coolest Newfoundland's of all! At least that's what I think. So back to the story.............they go int&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALU-FxGNI/AAAAAAAAABw/aesi9Uia7s4/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188159225623288018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALU-FxGNI/AAAAAAAAABw/aesi9Uia7s4/s200/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o rescue and my Aunt Donna, at Autumn Acres was surprised to find that my Mom was pregnant when she arrived. Needless to say I was born (Taa-Daa!!!!!!!!!!!!). Then, Auntie Donna called my new Daddy, and wanted help to find me a home, she even sent him a picture of me (I knew just how to pose to be cute) so that my new Dad would be wanting to bring me home. The next thing I knew one of Anutie Donna's friends drove me half-way to my new home, and now I have the coolest Mom and Dad I know!! I even have three sisters (although they are a pain sometimes, especially when I'm trying to get my quota of smoochin in!). So I went from being a cute 25 pound pupper, to being the man I am now at a whooping 97 Lbs (Oh OK Dad I'm not quite a man yet.......but I'm working on it). My day is spent guarding my G-Ma who is almost 88, and she needs my help to keep my sisters in line. I also have jobs to do, I check the counters peri&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALTuFxGLI/AAAAAAAAABg/yw9GlkZ-4H0/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188159204148451506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALTuFxGLI/AAAAAAAAABg/yw9GlkZ-4H0/s200/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;odically to ensure that no food has been left out to spoil, I mean after all, I don't want Mom and Dad to eat bad food. I also make sure that the Birds in the backyard don't hang around too long, cause they might hog the feeder in the yard. And of course I have to go to this place called Pet Smart. I'm responsible for "inspecting" the shelves to see if any cookies or toys are out of place! I also have to visit my frined the "Blue Buffalo Lady" who is kinda my girlfriend, and I always make sure she gets lots of extra smooches. She has good cookies too!! I like her a lot even though I don't eat their dog food, although I'm sure it's as good as what I get. Well any way, for those of you going, I will be available for authgraphs and smooches at the Newfoundland National Speciality this year. Due to the high demand for the world's Gratset Smo&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALUeFxGMI/AAAAAAAAABo/Lrme-WA9fPE/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188159217033353410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALUeFxGMI/AAAAAAAAABo/Lrme-WA9fPE/s200/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ocher, I will be there all week. So stop by, I always have a smooch available for my adoring public!  By the way, since many of you will be traveling long distances to see me, my normal personal appearance fees will be waived for the week, of course, if you happened to have a wheat and corn free extra cookie on you, I wouldn't be snobby and turn it down.  After all that wouldn't be polite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-4252461398086131200?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4252461398086131200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=4252461398086131200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/4252461398086131200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/4252461398086131200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/rickys-story-aka-mr-smooch.html' title='Ricky&apos;s Story - AKA Mr. Smooch'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAALTOFxGKI/AAAAAAAAABY/g0J_5qe5-4g/s72-c/Spitballbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-8478091312668051922</id><published>2008-04-08T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:17:24.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the NutHouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a lot of time today, but thought I would introduce some of th&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAANiuFxGOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GZ7Lukc7PcU/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188161660869744866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAANiuFxGOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GZ7Lukc7PcU/s200/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e other Nuts of the NutHouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luci - She's the one that started the Newfie NutHouse. We were at a PetSmart in South Bend, IN, near my MIL's House, and we had just lost our Rottie (Hattie) to cancer. We had to get dog food for the Pom's so we stopped in. It was Puppy Adoption Day. There is a crate was 4 Newfie Mix Puppers. Luci was in the back of the Crate. The lady told us they were Newfie Mixes and that the one on the back was shy. After that Luci came out of the crate to us and climed in my lap. Guess we went home with a Pupper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elise - The Mini-Newf Pom - We lost three of our Poms to the Bridge within the last 12 m&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_vX812H1TI/AAAAAAAAABA/FSXvDYGkeM4/s1600-h/100_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186976836093465906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_vX812H1TI/AAAAAAAAABA/FSXvDYGkeM4/s200/100_0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;onths, Coco who was almost 17, Vanna 15, and Misti 15. Jusy was missing her Poms, and had alsways wanted a White Pom, so I found a Breeder who specialized in White Pom's so while we were in Indianapolis, IN for a Carnival Glass Convention (more on Carnival later) we drive another 1 1/2 Hours and picked her up from the Breeder. She has turned out the be a combination of the three, and is perky and bouncy just like tigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freda the MaCaw (Blue &amp;amp; Gold) - She is a Rescue from out Vet. We have h&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_vYKl2H1UI/AAAAAAAAABI/gbSTpf1qoR4/s1600-h/DSCF3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186977072316667202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_vYKl2H1UI/AAAAAAAAABI/gbSTpf1qoR4/s200/DSCF3305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ad MaCaws before, and thought she should have a home. She is about 35 Years Old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby the Pom - This is the MIL's baby. She is 15, and has now lost her vision. She is still fiesty, and loves to lay on the bed and eat treats, and of course get spoiled by her Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all for now, more later....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_vYeF2H1VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TAuJkbfnddE/s1600-h/DSCF5952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186977407324116306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_vYeF2H1VI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TAuJkbfnddE/s200/DSCF5952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-8478091312668051922?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8478091312668051922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=8478091312668051922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8478091312668051922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8478091312668051922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/rest-of-nuthouse.html' title='The rest of the NutHouse'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SAANiuFxGOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GZ7Lukc7PcU/s72-c/DSC_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6178070722719779419.post-8060249904745585402</id><published>2008-04-07T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:58:00.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE NEWFIE NUTHOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_purl2H1NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rhUY_ovs1TI/s1600-h/The+Three+Stooges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186579616043095250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_purl2H1NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rhUY_ovs1TI/s200/The+Three+Stooges.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the Newfie Nut House. I'm Ted the Head Nut. Along with Judy my assistant (and Wife), and Mom (Judy's) Marie, we live in the Nutty World of the Newfoundland Dog. I got the idea to start this blog from my friend Nessa on Newf Net. She has the "bestest" Blog, and some cool Newfies (Nanook and Pooka). So I thought I would give Blogging a try. I will be posting more when I have time so stay tuned for Newfie Nuttyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Introduce our Nuts (and not in any particular Order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethel - Ethel May Dakota Bear Meeker (11/05) RA CGC&lt;br /&gt;Luci - Luci Mahgilacutty ILuvU (2/04) Our Newfie Mix&lt;br /&gt;Oreo - Tybee Island's Lighthouse Tempest Savior (5/05) (Our Rescue Girl)&lt;br /&gt;Ricky - Ricky Ricardo's Cuban CongaBoy (1/07) (Our Rescue Boy)&lt;br /&gt;Elise - Eden's Alpine Edelwiess (7/07) The Mini-Newf (Really a Pom)&lt;br /&gt;Abby - Mom's Pom&lt;br /&gt;Fredia - The Blue &amp;amp; Gold MaCaw (about 35 Years Old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the Nut House. More Later.......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6178070722719779419-8060249904745585402?l=newfienuthouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8060249904745585402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6178070722719779419&amp;postID=8060249904745585402' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8060249904745585402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6178070722719779419/posts/default/8060249904745585402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfienuthouse.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-newfie-nuthouse.html' title='WELCOME TO THE NEWFIE NUTHOUSE'/><author><name>Cmdrted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00747077980574614395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/SSZWKBBgWBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7snJWgqRhGo/S220/2596012969_cd4e490c76_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YzaHo3Mjqss/R_purl2H1NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rhUY_ovs1TI/s72-c/The+Three+Stooges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
