(yeah, my house is a wreck. I have 3 newfs blowing coat and our groomer is pregnant and hasn’t been able to groom them… sue me)
This kid has been pretty vocal today. She woke up from her nap and screamed:
“GEH UP!! GET UPPPP!!” until someone came to her rescue.
We own 3 Newfoundland dogs. Their names are Berry (short for Strawberry), Scucca (pronounced “SHOOKA”), and Tiberius. They were my babies until she came along. The dogs weigh about 150 lbs (75 kilos-ish) a piece. They are also TERRIFIED of the human puppy who chases them in her walker, on her knees, you name it… and tries to love them/pull their tails/drink out of their water bowls.
If you put them in the kitchen and shut the door, she will RAM her Joovy Groove walker into the door until they’re free.
She ADORES *all* dogs. Every dog that visits, or is walked by our porch- she is waving, hollering “HI DOGGGG!”, trying to get to the dogs… all dogs ALL the time.
I asked today if she could ‘be a doggie’ and she started barking at me in a convincing fashion.
Of COURSE, I couldn’t get that on video because she’s been Michigan J. Frog all week.