Bucca's New Friend

The story all started one morning.  We were awakened with an unusual amount of barking from the ‘kids’.  Bucca ( UKC Ch Bifrost’s Bucca Dhu) had treed a young raccoon. 

He refused to come into the house while his new friend was still in the yard. 

After a long and boisterous discussion with the raccoon, and considerable Newf pruning on the crepe myrtle tree.  He finally persuaded his new friend to come down and "play".  

I can hear it now,  "Moooooom, why can't my new friend and I come into the house and play"

The Chairs were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Newfalas soon would be there;

The dogs nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of cookies danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long summers nap,
When down the stairs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Down the stairs I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and threw on the light.
The shine of a beast with new-fallen fur
Gave the lustre of mid-night to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Jesse stuck in a chair?

What's it cost to feed your Newfie?

We have a whole new answer for that question now!

This past weekend Linda decided it was time to take our spare change into the bank and deposit it. So as instructed, I went to the kitchen and got out a large plastic container. You know the ones we use to mix up the dogs food. After filling it with all the coins.  I had a couple of checks that also needed to be deposited. I laid those on top so I wouldn't forget them.

Now, where to put it? Someplace I won't forget? It had to be someplace the dogs wouldn't get into it and dump the coins. The piano room! It's a little room off the entry. Its full of books and musical instruments and of course a piano. The dogs are not allowed, and they stay out. That would work well. I put the container on the piano bench and pulled the door part way closed.

Off to the next thing on the "Honey-Do" list. Let see, I think that was a nap!

Later that day it was a little to quiet, if you know what I mean. If a Newf is snoring, life is good.  Totally quite is another, its a sure sign Ollie is going to be in trouble.  So I start looking.

Is he in the Breakfast Nook where he likes to chew the window sill?

No.

How about, up stairs, overlooking over the entry when he like to chew the baluster?

No.

What about the down stairs bathroom?

Toilet paper shredding has been a new game.  

"Mom makes such funny noises when she finds these",

No the toilet paper is still there.

Ollie went where he had not gone in a long time. The piano room. I guess the plastic food container was to much to resist. There he was laying on the floor next to piano bench, contently chewing away on a FOUR THOUSAND DOLLAR CHECK!!!!!!!!

"Wow dad can make some really funny sounds too!"

It's not the check, that could be replaced. It's the 5 years I aged when I first figured out that blue thing was he chewing on, was a FOUR THOUSAND DOLLAR CHECK!!!!!!!! Those years are gone.  I'll never get then back.

So the next time someone asks what's it cost to feed your Newfie?

I'm going to tell them. "Well, if they don't eat you out of house and home first, it's about FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS a sitting!

Tony DeVoe & Ollie