A few weeks ago, while watching the Westminster Dog Show on TV, a seed was planted in my head. I would like a Newfoundland Dog. Personally, I find them to be such beautiful dogs- massive in size yet very sweet. During the program, the commentator stated that Newfoundlands are known as “gentle giants.” Later, I did some research and found that this breed originated in Newfoundland over 500 years ago. There, these dogs worked on boats, swimming through icy waters to handle nets and lines, and retrieve things that fell overboard. They were even known to pull shipwrecked boats to shore on occasion. Weighing a hefty 130-150 lbs on average, they have a broad head and long thick double coat. Their temperaments are known to be peaceful, mellow, loving, patient, and loyal. I want one.
So, I began with Plan A: Beg Jimmy to allow me a second dog. That conversation went something like this–
Me: Babe, I think we should get another dog.
Him: Absolutely not.
Me: But, Tide would like a sibling.
Him: Tide likes it just fine the way it is around here- getting ALL the attention.
Me: Pleeeease, Babe. I reeeally want one.
Him: Fine you can get another dog, if I can get a boat.
Me: Okay, a row boat. And I’ll get a Newfoundland.
Him: No, I mean a real boat. A nice, new, big, FAST boat.
Me: <sigh> Nevermind.
Now I am on to Plan B: Begin my current dog, Tide, on a Total Body Makeover Program. Together, Tide and I will work to transform his body from looking like a Chesapeake Bay Retriever into looking like a Newfoundland. I will mix whey protein in with his kibble, inject him with anabolic steroids, and shampoo his coat daily with Rogaine. He will participate in resistance training as well as aqua-aerobic exercises. If we stick to this regimen for the next 5 years or so, just maybe, he will go from looking like this:
to looking like this:
If Plan B doesn’t work, I will resort to Plan C: Come up with an elaborate story convincing Jimmy that a few months ago Tide wandered over to the neighbors and impregnated a female Newfoundland that was visiting them from out-of-state. I will tell him that according to NJ state law, we are obligated to either pay puppy-support for the next 18 years or adopt 1 dog from the litter. Then, I will have a Newfoundland puppy shipped in to us from somewhere like Petfinder.com and falsify a pedigree listing Tide as the sire. He just might buy this (IF he forgets we neutered Tide when he was 6 months old.)
And if not Plan C, then Plan D: Stage a search-and-rescue where I, being the victim, will pretend to drown in the river behind our house. Out of the reeds will emerge a Newfoundland that courageously pulls me up from under the water and swims me to shore. I’ll choke up some cedar water for effect. Then, I will proclaim that this dog, having just saved my life, must be repaid by coming to live with us.
And if all plans fail, I will resort back to Plan A: Begging.
In the meantime, I’m moving forward with Plan B by baking Tidey these protein-packed Mini Meatballs.
All sarcasm aside, they make a great dog treat. I baked up a batch and stored them in the refrigerator, giving him 1 or 2 a day as a snack. They keep for up to a week.
1 lb. ground beef
1/3 c. rolled oats
1/3 c. frozen chopped spinach, thawed
Mix all ingredients together. Form miniature meatballs, about the size of a walnut. Place meatballs on an ungreased baking sheet and bake at 350 for about 10-15 minutes. Store in refrigerator.
Cute post! :)
Great post – gotta love them meatballs.
i luv it. my chocolate lab Daisy knows when i’m going to take pics of food and loves to investigate
Aw I bet she’s so cute! It’s funny, whenever I’m taking pics of food with the dog it takes me like a million tries to end up with 1 good picture!
I will help you with any plan you use, ABCDE or even F. Newfoundlands are wonderful dogs! Michael had one when I met him and maybe that’s what sealed the deal on me dating him. Dante was magnificent but only had two flaws, shedding and drooling. Just keep towels on the floor in every room and all will be fine. Michael had two flaws too, shedding and drooling, but I got over them! Good luck and thanks for the recipe!
That’s too funny! Tell Remy and Hemingway I said hello!