DAMMIT DOUGAN!!!

Some of Nancy Holmquist's dilemmas with Dougan that she has
                   been brave enough to share with us !!








I am the only one that gets very nervous when their newfie is behaving? Dougan has been a very good boy for 1 1/2 days. I'm scared, very scared! LOL



Dougan and I are about to begin our third obedience class... We have yet to complete one class, my Dammit Dougan keeps getting us kicked out of class. This last time was because he scared ALL the dogs in the class!



It seems to be a Dammit Dougan day. "Dougan, get out of the garden, Dougan, stop trying to play with the rabbit, Dougan, get off the gate, Dougan, get off your sister, Dougan STOP CHEWING ON THE TABLE LEG. DAMMIT DOUGAN, how did you open that door?
He has a taste for antique table legs. I put him outside, he's back inside... how did he do that?!
Frank took his pet rock outside, I don't think Dougan can find it, so it's pay-back time. Couldn't he wait till Daddy gets home and take it out on him??
Not only does he open the gate that is supposed to keep him in the kitchen, but now the door to the back yard. Frank better go get that damn pet rock in, I don't want Dougan angry with me... LOL




Be careful! Dougan got on my laptop and we got the "winning" bid on a picture!
a picture I hate! Now trying to sell Dougan's picture without much luck



I thought I was really losing my mind, everytime I turn around I'm missing my garden tools and gloves. I see Dougan out of the corner of my eye, so I followed him... yep, he has a stash of MY tools! LOL... I love that nutty boy!


Dougan got blamed for "playing" with the chickens... just because the fence is smashed down, just because there's a pile of feathers, wet and slimy, just because there's a half naked chicken covered with drool, my boy gets blamed.



I come into the kitchen and see the trash can over... again. I yell out "who did this"... Dougan looks at me, opens his mouth and a piece of bread falls out, he didn't miss a beat , he continue on his way as if nothing happened. How could I be angry with that! He's to funny!






Dougan's new life jacket... NOPE, he's not going in that pool! No how, no way, not gonna do it, NO!






















Difficult to see, but I took the advice of throwing the pet rock into the pool for Dougan to save... Didn't work.. All he did was bark until hubby had to go and save the rock for Dougan... LOL.. Here he is resting his head on the wet rock in our family room.

Dougan and his pet rock... after "Daddy" saved it from the deeps of the wicked pool.




DAMMIT DOUGAN!! He wasn't going to be inside for a second longer than he wanted.....ruined the curtain in the process, you think he could have closed the window behind him!




He said he was sorry for punching out the screen and ruining my curtain, but I swear I heard him snicker ! LOL


It just doesn't end with my Dougan. My sister, nephew and his fishing buddy are here in Vermont, Dougan watch the kids bring in the fishing poles and he freaks out! It took him all night to keep from running from the kids and hiding behind me! A big boy like Dougan scared of fishing poles and my nephew's wild hair. I hated to laugh, but it was so funny! Poor baby, I'm almost forgiven for this afternoons fun at the rest area.




Today my baby is 10 months old. We attempted to climb the stairs, he won't have anything to do with them... so, that makes swimming, stairs and listening. LOL..




What a day! Dougan, Pollyanna and I drove 8 hrs. to Vermont. I had difficulty getting him in his crate this morning, but this time Frank was there to help me, the hot dog helped too. About 7 hrs. into the trip Dougan let me know he has to "go".... oh boy, so he comes out real nice, so I'm thinking no problem getting him in, this anti-ramp business is over! WRONG, WRONG, WRONG... I don't know how long I was at the rest area, but it took some other travellers and THE STATE POLICE to get Dammit Dougan up that ramp. LOL... never fails, Dougan left his mark, in more than one way







Counter Surfing- A new talent Dougan has acquired.







My poor baby Dougan fell in the pool, the deep end. Thank goodness hubby was there, he had to jump in and rescue him! I have a problem to solve when I get home. Dougan is scared of the water now.

First Dougan eats the snap pea blossoms, he moves on to the strawberry patch, in fact he just finished them this afternoon. He loves to eat the greens off the carrots.... AND NOW, he discovered the blueberry bushes. I thought I heard him sing to the heavens! My Dougan is one goofy boy! I guess that's why I love him so.

My Dougan is so smart! It's not that he was able to jump the barrier keeping him away from the living room coffee table with my "treasures"... he only got the doily my Grandmother crochet and didn't break what was on top... No, I'm amazed that he found a box with an antique tea set wrapped in bubble wrap, UNWRAPPED each piece and didn't break any! Good boy Dougan... dammit, stay out of my antique china. LOL Maybe it's the bubble wrap he likes.

Dougan and I WERE having a really nice day, I worked, he played outside, now we are in the house with the a.c. I'm cleaning the kitchen, have been for days, cleaning from top to bottom. Dougan just walked over and lifted his leg on the cabinets! Dammit Dougan!

I went for more seed, I left Frank (my hubby) and Dougan home alone. I thought, they really need to bond. I return to find them sharing a beer! "DAMMIT FRANK!" " Darlin' Dougan, step away from Daddy" Dougan grabbed the glass and ran like the wind. He likes his suds with his daddy. Never a dull moment in the empty nest. I thought I had my hands full with my sons!!

Dougan was on the floor, moaning and soft woofs... I run to his side, feeling his tummy, rubbing his sides, OK... he seems ok... he does it several times... I rush to the files to look up bloat. I am ready to call an ambulance for him, ok, they don't take dogs... get a grip. He continues, I rush to his side to comfort him... the last time I notice him looking out of one eye to see if I'm on my way over. LOL... He got my number, Mom's a drama queen and I'm gonna get all the attention I can! I am so glad he's calm and quiet and not causing trouble! LOL... I love this nutty boy!

Dougan had his staples removed yesterday. I was asked how we are doing keeping him "calm and quiet"... I told the doctor about him flying off the porch, over the rabbit fence, how he wants to play and be a 7 1/2 month old puppy. I am to keep him "calm and quiet" for another 4-6 weeks, but this time with the help of Acepromazine. I don't love the idea of drugging him, but I like the idea of him having pain and trouble throughout his life even less.

Every morning Dougan takes his toys out of his crate and place them around the house. Frog always goes by the front door, bones are always placed together, lamby is in the living room as is Porkchop (his other lamb). I love watching him.


This is what he brought in yesterday... I had to leave him for just a minute... I hear a loud thump on the porch... I have no idea where he found it, but he was so proud. Not bad for a puppy that's staying "calm and quiet".... LOL Oh my Dougan!

Look Mom, look what I found at the lily pond.
Yes, its a rock, he's so proud of it!

SHERMANS SHENANIGANS

         Life is never ever dull with a Newfoundland around, 
                       as Denise Cuneo explains life with
                                        SHERMAN.






Sherman's Shenanigans.....Hello everyone. To the new members, Sherman is our 15 month old Landseer and I try to post a funny story about him every Wednesday. if you need a laugh, go to the blog and read about this guy. He is a load of fun. Every Friday morning, I grab the garbage can from the curb with my left hand and have Sherman on his leash in my right. These are the same garbage cans we walk by every morning next to the house. Every Friday, he is scared to death that the can will get him. He runs ahead of me, constantly looking back at the can and almost ran into the side of the house this past Friday. I put the can down, he runs up, smacks it with his head, and runs away.



Eating crayons results in pooping sunshine and rainbows. Sherman has been a bad boy.



I took chicken little (Sherman) outside to go potty. For the first time in his life, he heard the train rolling through our valley, and the sound echoed off of the mountain and the whistle sounded like it was right next to us. Someone froze in mid finding a place to poop and ran for the porch. I guess we will have to go out again

Am I the only one here that has to wake up the dog to go outside? Sherman is passed out in the bathroom and I have to use a cookie to get him out so I can take a shower. Rubbing his belly only puts him into a deeper sleep. Once up, he goes to sleep in the living room. then I have to use another cookie to offer to take him potty at 7am


It is a sheet of ice here. I took Sherman out to go potty. I tried to sweep the snow off of the steps, had to use the shovel to scrape it off, then scrap.ed the sidewalk. Took him into the yard. he was afraid of the crunching sound the ice made as we walked. He ran to the porch


I stopped Sherman from stealing the hand towel off of the vanity in the bathroom. I told him no, and he didn't take it. I was so proud of him...until, he walked in the kitchen and took the hand towel off of the counter. He turned around and looked at me and walked away. Darn.


I have to put 2 chairs and a baby gate around the Christmas tree so Sherman won't crawl behind it to look out the window and knock the tree over. but then I can't use the baby gate to block the stairs when we leave. so what does Sherman do when we leave? he runs up the stairs, and looks at us through the bedroom window and then lays on our bed and goes to sleep. I find a big wet, drool spot on the pillow (and no, it is not pee). He must snuggle down in the queen sized bed and go to sleep.

Sherman has difficulty choices to make....sleep or poop. I guess he has picked sleep because he hasn't moved for over an hour and I thought by now, he would have to poop.

I came home from work. Sherman never even came to the door. I found him snoring in the bathroom. some guard dog he is. he must be dreaming, he is running and making noises. what a life!

Why is it when I come up from the basement, Sherman thinks I suddenly appeared from somewhere? He acts like I was gone for days, not minutes. He will watch me walk down and up, he stands at the doorway, and refuses to come down the stairs.


Sherman's Shenanigans......we had a mouse in the house. husband set the trap and checked it at 6am. No mouse. He went back to bed and I was sitting at the kitchen table and snap!! we got the mouse! I jumped on the chair just to make sure his/her friends and family weren't around. Sherman hid behind me. Thanks for the back-up buddy.







Sherman's Shenanigans.......Tuesday night, I tucked daughter into bed, Sherman laid on her floor. I left and he came with me. So I decided to see what he wanted to do. I climbed in bed and he jumped in next to me, snuggling. He laid there about 10 minutes and I rubbed his head and belly. He got down, laid on the floor and started snoring. He slept there and another spot for 2 hours. He snores loudly. I was reading. husband downstairs. He opens a bag of potato chips, Sherman immediately jumps up and runs down the stairs. he needed a bedtime snack after his evening nap.






Last night, daughter was putting Halloween gel clings on the kitchen window. It was getting dark out. Sherman takes one look at the "Boo" cling, throws his head back, and howls and then barks his big dog bark. He kept howling and barking until we peeled it off. the other ones on the window didn't bother him. I guess reading "Boo" made him mad.






Sherman's Shenanigans........At 2:45 am, I came downstairs, walked through the living room and stepped on something round, and soft. My first thought was, Oh My God, I stepped on poop. I turned the light on to find a half chewed up peanut M &M and a snoring Sherman. So glad it wasn't poop.






I thought that Sherman was afraid of a new thing tonight, neighbor with nail gun working on his roof. In the house, Sherman was freaking out. Husband took him outside to go potty. He sat down and watched our neighbor, who waved at Sherman and yelled over to him. He wagged his tail and went on his potty break, happy as a clam. apparently, he just wanted to say hello.






Question of the morning...How does a dog that sleeps all night and most of the day, get up at 6am, get a drink of water and go back to sleep? Sherman excels at sleeping. now if only he excelled at listening and obedience like that. You will notice that most of the pictures I post of him, he is sleeping. there is a reason for that. hard to get one of him awake.





I had a package delivered. it came with the airbags inside for packing. Husband starts popping the airbags. Sherman freaked out. He was terrified. He ran up stairs and hid in our room. So the scary bags are gone and he is happy again.






Sherman's Shenanigans......last night, Sherman went to bed by himself. I thought he was upstairs on my bed with my daughter watching tv. I found him at the top of the stairs, with his front paws hanging over the top step, and his head laying on them. As I walked by, I patted his head. He jumped about 3 feet in the air. He was asleep and I scared him half to death. he ran down the hallway, turned and looked at me like "you woke me up!"






I learned a lesson this morning about playing a joke on a dog who is named after a tank, Sherman. I put his breakfast in his bowl and pretended to eat it....saying, yum, yum, yum. He comes running, and ploughs into me, pushes me over and starts licking my face. not the reaction I thought I would get.






Sherman's Shenanigans....a day early. Sherman had his antibiotics hidden in a piece of pepperoni. The pill fell out. I pointed and said "treat". He licked up the pill and ate it, crunch, crunch. He may not be as smart as we thought





Sherman went to camp with Daddy last night. Husband texts me around 8pm. Sherman disappeared while they were watching baseball game on tv. (camp is house, not tent or cabin). They found him sleeping on husband's bed with his head on his pillow. Husband commented that Sherman snores and hogs the bed.





Sherman got a new plush turtle toy. It squeaks and scares him half to death. Bit it. Squaek. Drop it. Run to his bed. Yes that was a great gift to give him.






I think it is so funny that Sherman is laying on the floor, snoring so loud. He took an early afternoon nap, and now an early evening nap, which is before dinner and then his post dinner, pre bedtime nap, followed by his late evening nap, and then bedtime.





Sherman's Shenanigans.....Sherman has discovered he is allowed to sleep in Elodie's room at night time. She loves the idea of him sleeping in her room, laying by her bed, protecting her. It is great in theory. His idea is jump on the 39lb kid on the bed, lick her whole head, lay down flat on her. She is screaming the whole time "get off of ME". Fun times.





As Sherman itches himself, clumps of hair fall out. He grabs them, brings them to me, sticking out of his mouth, chewing. He is just out of reach of my arm to tease me. If I get up, he sucks the hair inside his mouth and runs away. I have to bribe him with a treat, but he has learned he can chew the treat and keep the hair in his mouth. Yuck, slimy hair balls.

Sherman doesn't know what to make of the game of pee-a-boo. Husband covered his head with the blanket last night, made snoring sounds, and Sherman yanked the whole blanket off of him and took it to his bed and laid down on it, biting and growling at the blanket the whole time.

Sherman loves ice cubes. I give him one when I get some. I usually throw it on the floor and he chases it. Lately, he stands there and looks at the ice cube on the floor. I have to pick it up and place it in his open mouth. Nothing like having your own personal feeder.

 

Sherman's Shenanigans........every night, I let Elodie watch tv in our room and lay on our bed. She has been sleeping in our room on the floor on blankets since we are painting her room. Sherman lays on the bed with us. He insists that I hold his left front paw in my left hand and use my right hand to rub under his chin, as he licks my whole hand. If I stop either, he smacks me with a right hook. Did I mention I have to rub his belly with my foot? Last night, husband came up and saw this, commented that the dog isn't spoiled at all.





Add another fear for Sherman....zucchini. I have 2 on the kitchen table. I go to show them to him, he backs away in fear and refuses to come over to me when I am holding them. I can understand being afraid of the large metal garbage can outside or the neighbor's guinea fowl, but zucchini?






Sherman's Shenanigans----Sherman went to camp last night with my husband. At 8:30pm, husband calls, Sherman went into bedroom and unfolded the blanket on the bed husband sleeps in and laid down. Apparently, it was time for bed for Sherman and he was telling Daddy, "Let's go to bed". I put Eldodie to bed around that time and Sherman will come upstairs and lay on the bed and then the floor and take a pre-bedtime nap at that time. he will get up around 10pm so husband can take him potty and then he comes upstairs and goes to bed for the night.





I noticed after my shower when I was drying off that I seemed to be putting dog hair on me. Later, I caught Sherman sneaking in the bathroom, licking my towel. Now I know where the extra hair came from.





Sherman just walked over to the kitchen counter and pulled a piece of lettuce off of my sandwich. He literally used his lips and tongue to gently pull it off. then ran like he stole a steak.




I just tried feeding Sherman some sliced apples. He acted like I gave him poison. He spit it out on his bed. I had some, so now he decided it must be okay to eat since Mommy is eating it





The bank tellers just laugh when I come in with taped, crinkled money, so the check will give them a laugh this morning. They keep asking for me to bring him by to get treats. Small town bank, I know all the tellers.




Sherman knows when I turn the air conditioner on in our bedroom upstairs. He sneaks up there and we find him upstairs, snoring.




Well, here is the first installment of Sherman's Shennigans. My name is Denise, and Sherman is our second Newf, our first Landseer. My husband, 5 year old daughter, Elodie and I live in rural Pennsylvania with Sherman, the tank. Our first Newf, Torin, was 6 and passed away almost a year ago from bone cancer. We knew when he got sick, we needed a Newf in our home. Sherman is 8months old and around 100lbs. He is a prankster, as some of you know. He had the habit of sleeping in our old tub, loves to steal anything for attention, claimed the recliner as his, and can only jump over the baby gate in one direction....out, not in. On Sunday, he ate a pecan, shell and all. Of course, I freaked out. I wanted to go to the vet. What if he gets a blockage? What if we don't catch it? What if he dies? Hubby says let's wait for poop. Okay. So there I stood in the yard, looking at poop. Touchdown. pieces of shell. he chews it before swallowing. I think he intends to give me a stroke.




Installment No. 2....To friends who come to our house, the garbage can in the bathroom is just for looks. Please don't actually use it. Same goes for the toilet paper holder. Do not put the roll on the holder on the wall. Just put it back on the vanity where you found it. Sherman thinks these are the best toys we have ever gotten him. He empties the trash and shreds it. Same for the roll..he either takes it off or unrolls the whole thing through the bathroom, the dining room and the living room. Then shreds it on his bed.




#3....Sherman was laying 3 feet away from me in the dining room. Daughter was sitting directly in front of him at table on laptop. I heard chewing and thought"what a good boy for chewing your bone!" Elodie asked me to look at her computer drawing so i go in....only to find that the devil's spawn had actually chewed the binding off of my area rug and not his bone. I have proof. I took a picture. Will post it later today. He was alone for 4 minutes. Bad, bad puppy




Good morning. Sherman was a crazy puppy last night. Stealing, barking and being pushy. This morning, he is laying a foot away from me sleeping. He looks like a big angel. He wss across the room but as soon as i sat down, he came over to lay down by me. He is so sweet at times. Makes me want another one. Then he wakes up and i rethink that....Alot.




Since this was a post earlier by Kathan, i will address Sherman's new found boy parts. Husband mentioned that Sherman isn't humping anything. We walk in living room to find Sherman getting a bit too friendly with the blanket and pillow. Husband yells "put the red rocket away". Elodie comes running "where is the red rocket? Can i see it?" Husband says "go look out the window ". During this, Sherman goes and takes a nap. Guess he was tired from his activities




On Sunday, I took Sherman out to go potty. I can now get him to walk around the house. As we were walking by the maple tree, he tripped over a branch. He jumped 2 feet and ran for the house. I took him back and showed him the branch. Not scary at all. As I pick it up, a huge bug was on it. I screamed and drop the branch. Okay, maybe he was right. it is scary.




Good morning. On Sunday, i sliced a piece of homemade bread off the loaf, buttered it and turned to put butter in fridge. I have a small kitchen. I walked maybe 2 feet from table. Closed fridge door and my bread was GONE! Husband was standing at stove next to table. I ran in living room, thinking "maybe he didn't eat all of it" Sherman was sitting on his bed with his head down. That is the bad fog position. I opened his mouth. Crumbs and smelled like bread. It was all gone. Husband says "snooze, you loose" thanks honey. He watched Sherman take it.




Sherman went to camp with us on Saturday and Sunday. We have 2 acres so we let him off the leash. He stood frozen in place. He would not move. Hubby had to put his leash back on and walk with him so he would poop. So I guess freedom is not comfortable for him.

 
Also, I dropped a spinach leaf. He ate it like it was the best thing on earth. He came back for more, which he didn't get. He acted like I was trying to poison him when I gave him apples or bananas. Strange dog




Every morning, Sherman and I go out for a morning walk. Every morning, he goes over and bites the neighbor's shrub and yanks a branch off of it. By the end of summer, that bush should be a twig.




Sherman's Shenanigan's-----Today written by Sherman. Mom said walk and potty. I guess I will go since she asked. Out the door and off the porch, walk a little, pee, walk some more, pee some more, sit down and watch the mourning doves. Cookie, she said cookie. walk more, pee more, walk, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit watch the cardinal. Oh, look more doves. sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, a goldfinch. sit, Mom is mad, she keeps saying bad words. walk, walk, walk, said cookie again. walk to porch. inside and cookie and ice cube. nap time.




Sherman's Shenanigans......last night, I decided to make a strawberry smoothie in the blender. Throw in ice cubes, and of course, give him some, Berries and yogurt. As he sits next to me, hoping for more, I turn it on and he freaks out. Backs up and howls at it,, barking. turn it off and he is fine, on again, howls again. I don't see making many smoothies like this. Husband says, What are you doing to the dog? The neighbors can hear him howling.




 Denise talking about laser pointers.
 Sherman thinks the glow comes from his tail and he ends up holding it and running in circles

~Canine Capers~: ~Steeler of Hearts Feb, 4, 2003~ May 25, 2013 ~

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Dedicated to all of our dearly departed Newfs.

May they all have a grand time together.

Forever in our hearts.

 

 

 

 

 

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The comfort you may need from me;
And may you know that I am there
To bind our souls as grief we share. —Kilgore 

 

 

 

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                                                 16th June 2002  -  17th November 2012



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KAREN CLARK

My boy Jake...happy & devilish right up to the very end. His orthopedic problems finally got the best of him & I had to let him go yesterday when he had a really bad break in the leg under the hip implant & nothing could be done. I was with him when he took his first breath when he was born and I was with him yesterday hugging him & talking to him when he took his last breath. He was the naughtiest boy I've ever known & I loved it!! I'm devastated. I think of him every second. Jake, it was my honor to have you and love you. You were the strongest dog I know, right up to the end...even playing with me, kissing me, and barking like always even with that shattered leg. You were my protector. I love you!!! 

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