Yes, it's been 40 years, but there's been a lot happening here. But we appreciate the Woober and he was kind enough to interview us, so here goes!
1) I understand you have JOBS! Please tell me about your jobs and, most importantly, when you get home from a hard day at work, are your apes waiting for you with a muttini and a footrub?
We have MANY jobs! But they're mostly at home and if not, dad's with us so we all get home at the same time. But still, the belly rubs are plentiful. None of us likes footrubs. OK, our jobs:
Tank: Chief toy chaser, Head Clown, linguistics, Drama King, smile maker, enthusiastic therapist, webmaster, Tummy rub quality inspector,.
Princess: Recreation instigator, Back-up barker, Primary cuddler and comforter, gentle therapist, Daddy's Grrrrl, toy stealer, minister of awkward sleeping positions.
Isaac: Security, First barker, chief sniffer, stuffie chewer, Strong but silent therapist, people pusher, Motorcycle chaser, Bird patrol officer.
2) How did you get your names? Do you have any nicknames for each other?
Isaac was named Atticus by his third owners. Dad thought that name sounded too dark and forboding. Dad likes the name Isaac so that was how Isaac got his name. Princess' story is here and Tank's is here. Princess is called baby girl, Good Girl and cutie, Tank is called Tank O'Saurus and Tank Good Boy. Isaac is called Big Boy and Isaac Good Boy.
3) I understand you guys are picky eaters. What is wrong with you? I mean, what kind of foodables do you like to eat/use to disguise your kibble? How much do dogs your size eat anyway? (And, also, if I ate that much do you think I would grow to Newf size?)
Tank eats 3-4 cups twice per day, Isaac 2-3 cups, Princess 2-3 cups. If you ate that much you'd weigh as much as we do, but you wouldn't be able to walk, let alone chase your sissy.
As for our legendary pickiness, well, it's hard to say. Dad thinks it's 'cause the gal that bred us fed us junky food that we got used to - like always getting french fries at her house then him feeding us nutrtious but less tasty stuff. But for us it's just the way we are. We love meatables, especially chickenables. If dad's eating vegetables we want those, too, but not as the only thing on our kibble. Sometimes we just like to drive our dad crazy. Tank just dropped 25 lbs for no reason and is all skinny and bony. Now he's eating a lot but not gaining back much. Vet says nothing wrong. We're just that way! We like rice, nuts, honey, peanut butter, some apples and fruits and all kinds of meatables. Once Tank swiped a whole bag of Hershey's Kissables and we all loved them! Cheetos are a favorite but ice cream is the BEST!
4) How did your peoples decide they wanted Newfs? Do you think anyone can have just one?
Dad spent a lot of time training and babysitting a friend's Newfs. He absolutely loved them! When the gal who owned them decided she wanted to breed, dad learned all he could about the pregnancy and delivery process. When the time came, his input ended up saving our lives. He helped deliver us and spent a lot of time with us as pups. We stayed at his house a lot. When it became time for us to go to our forever homes, dad got Isaac, our dog dad, and Princess and Tank, his 2 favorites among 6 extremely cute and adorable pups. More info is here and here and here and here.
5) I know you live near the Republic of Gooberstan. Do you have any juicy gossip about StanMan?
Really all we know is here and here. And of course, here. Bottom line is that Stan is as manly and cool a dog as you could ever hope to meet, and his girl's a treat as well!
So that's it! Thanks for the questions, Wally!
Crikey, Mates! Princess here reporting on a most amazing adventure I had just the other night. It was late, you see, and my dad was asleep. I have a story to tell about how I first learned I could go up on Papa's bed and quite a story it is. But that story is for another post. Now this little Sheila's quite a cuddle-newf so I often jump up on Papa's bed and lay down close in and snuggly just for some affection. My Papa loves me and he's the best at giving me pets, but this night was different! You see, something was eating my Papa! I couldn't see it, but I could smell it! And Papa was acting funny, like he didn't want to be eaten. Who could blame him!? Good thing I was awake! This little sheila sprung in to action! I didn't just jump up on the bed, I leapt right from the floor and Squished the thing that was eating my papa! Of course since it was on my papa I landed right on my papa, too! I'm a great jumper! It's 3 feet from the floor to the top of the bed and another foot or so to the top of the papa. Plus he's not at the edge of the bed and I can't stand right next to the bed if I'm going to get any forward momentum. So I had to jump at least 5 feet high and 4 feet forward to land with my body straight down on top of the papa. But all that counts is it worked! As soon as I landed that thing was gone, my papa made a strange noise, woke up and started petting me. I saved the day!
