Looking Forward to another great year with my Splashpals fur friends!
Did you know:
The Newfoundland Dog originated from the island of Newfoundland (Canada) in the early 1800’s. This breed of dog has great working ability and was first used to assist fishermen to bring nets ashore, retrieve lost fishing gear and rescue humans!
They have water repellent double coats and webbed feet.
They swim like polar bears in a down and out motion – not doggie paddle.
They can take up to 24hrs for their coat to dry completely.
The most common colours are black, black and white (Landseer) and brown.
They eat about the same as a Labrador, but, of course would like more!
They need grooming on a regular basis. Their thick undercoat is shed twice a year.
They slobber a lot, when they shake watch out!
Some famous newfies include:
“Nana” The children’s nurse in “Peter Pan”.
“Bilbo” Who worked as a lifeguard in Cornwall.
“Rigel” – Pet of Titanic’s first officer William Murdoch Murdoch who went down with his ship but Rigel swam for 3 hours next to a lifeboat and was adopted by crewman Jonas Briggs
“Sable Chief” – Mascot of the Royal Newfoundland Regiment.
“Boatswain” Pet of English Poet Lord Byron who wrote the epitaph below:
INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG.
A Memorial to Boatswain by Lord Byron Newstead Abbey, November 30, 1808.
Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery If inscribed over human ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a DOG who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead, Nov 18th, 1808. When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rest below: When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been: But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth, denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on --- it honours none you wish to mourn: To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; I never knew but one, --- and here he lies.