Breeders ask a lot of questions to see if you are capable of being responsible for a Newfie. They don’t want to see their pups end up in shelters two years from now. The scene where I describe being grilled by the breeder really happened. When we started talking to rescue, they were even more insistent that we be the right kind of people.
Newfoundlands are beautiful dogs. They also love water. They will get into water any way they can. They like to sit in the rain, dig holes in the mud, wade through streams and sit in the water they spilled from their bowls. They don’t care where the water is, and having a puddle of water on the kitchen floor can be just as satisfying as swimming in the ocean. Our Daisy wouldn’t drink from a bowl unless her feet were in it first. Can you handle this in your house? You better be able to with a Newfie around.
Many of the pictures I took of Cozy were taken after grooming and bathing, which by the way is no small task. Ever try to brush a 100 pound animal that just doesn’t want to be groomed? Pictures and movies that include dogs usually show only a well groomed animal. In reality, Cozy was clean about 40-50% of the time. The other 50-60% of our lives were spent cleaning her, cleaning up after her, or listening to my wife mopping the kitchen floor for the 3rd time that day. Make no mistake; Newfs are sloppy dogs.
Do you like drool? If you’re considering a Newfie, then you better love the stuff, because Newfies drool. Dry mouthed Newf you say? Hogwash I say. Sure some Newfies drool less than others, but there are no guarantees. Will you put you dry-mouthed Newf in the pound when he slobbers all over Aunt Edna after a big drink? Get a hamster instead. We used to have a beautiful green carpet. Within a year of having Newfs we had to rip it out.
Do you like fur? Do you like fur in your butter or in your ice cream? How about in the sink, on your bed and up your nose at work? Newfies shed constantly. The plus side is that this is only 12 months out of the year, but they blow coat twice a year resulting in dog-sized piles of fur. Prepare to vacuum, friend, and if you don’t have a good vacuum you will either buy a really good one, or buy a lot of cheap ones.
Don’t get me wrong. Newfies are the most loving dogs I have ever had the pleasure to be with. They are by far the best pets in the world. They have some serious drawbacks though, and most people don’t appreciate them at first.
Please, if you want a Newfie, go visit a reputable breeder like we did. You must sit and play and be slobbered by these magnificent creatures before you can begin to get a feeling for what you’re in for. How do you know if a breeder is reputable? Call other Newfie breeders and ask around. Newfie breeders generally work together and will generally know a lot about one another’s programs. If you go to a breeder that has nine different breeds all with puppies, run away. This is probably a puppy mill. Puppy mills cause unfathomable suffering for countless dogs. Please don’t patronize them. Since most puppy stores get their dogs from these puppy mills, please don’t patronize them, either.
If you’ve gotten this far and haven’t been offended or angered by what I’ve written, then perhaps you are the right kind of person for a Newfoundland dog. Go buy some books, talk to some breeders and visit some Newfies. If you truly are Newfie-people, your life will change forever. It will be significantly wetter, furrier and messier to be sure. If you can handle the mess, you are worthy of the love.
Every Newf deserves a great life — a cozy life.
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2 thoughts on “Cozy Tales: Afterword”
we have 2 newfies one 6 and one 7. They are landseer newfies and the loves of our life. Never leave them outside…never!!!!!!
I stumbled onto your blog here by accident… not sure what I was looking at – NATO approved jerry cans or researching how to close a pool for the winter.
I totally understand your attachment to Cozy. My young children keep the little box of ashes of our Newf on their nightstand to watch over them. I didn’t know what a Newfie was until I met my wife, who is a Veterinarian. After a few dates she invited me over for dinner at her house. I knew she had two dogs but I had nooooo idea what I was getting into. Upon my arrival I walked to the front door and RANG the DOORBELL which was immediately answered with a very loud deep bellowing woofwoofwoof. Needless to say when she opened the door I was absolutely stunned by the size of two unbelievably excited dogs, I remember looking at the Newf and thinking that is the LONGEST dog I’ve ever seen. Since this was a date of course I decided to try and pet the Newf whom immediately jumped up and head butted me in the face nearly giving me a bloody nose. The other dogs was a beautiful Bernese Mountain Dog, almost the size of the Newf. Within a few minutes the dogs seemed very annoyed and started pacing and whining, my future wife finally explained to me that they were very disappointed because the only person who rings the doorbell was the PIZZA DELIVERY GUY… and obviously I failed to deliver and I’m sure at that point they wish that she was dating him. No one seemed to care about my unbelievably sore nose. :-/ I later found out that the Newf had a long history of scaring off her dates, one poor guy got barrel rolled down a hill when she took off after a rabbit and drug him a solid 50 ft.
Years later as we began to have children she would sit with them and keep an eye on what they were up to. If there was a concern she wold sit up and give a quiet woof to get our attention. The boys would climb all over her and decorate her with hand towels and pile toys on her, she seemed to enjoy or at least tolerate it without an issue. The snow was always a blast and it was hilarious to see her lying on the last tiny patch of snow in the spring or sitting outside like a Sphynx in the middle of a blizzard while the snow piled up on her. She live to be 11.5 years old and is sorely missed. We have more acreage now and the perfect 1 acre backyard for a Newf, BUT we also have an unfenced inground swimming pool… CAN YOU IMAGINE a soaking wet Newf at the door 300+ days a year?
I enjoyed your blog… great stories.