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Tank's Introduction, Part 1

Hi, adoring fans everywhere! My turn to tell a little of my story. It all started in the belly of my beloved mother, Georgia. My canine paternal progenitor, Isaac, has already told you about her, so if you want to read the romance and see the honeymoon photos, go here. It's a sweet story and I'm a sweet boy! Soon after I came out my dad gave us all temporary names just to tell us apart. Mine was "Hook" Most of the rest of the pups had similarly dorky names. Thanks, dad. Mine was based on the white behind my head.

Above to the right you can see the white on the back of my neck. I guess I'm lucky he didn't call me 'coat hanger'. Then to the left, you can see all of us puppies nursing. This is the most orderly we ever were. Don't be fooled! We were a rollicking madhouse of puppy flesh jockeying for position. There are 6 puppies in this picture. Can you find us all? Princess is being coy waaay off to the left - left of Georgia's hind feet. I'm in the center - you can see my hook! That's 'cuz I was the coolest one. Still am! That yellow thing on the bottom right was Georgia's favorite toy before my dad gave her a Cuz. They called it her ice cream and even though she destroyed it she still carried it everywhere. Kind of what you might expect for a teenage mother. I was a bouncy, enthusiastic pup. I was the first-born, the biggest and the first to learn to walk. Only problem was I didn't know how to stop. So I'd walk up to my sib-pups to say hi! They were doing well just to stay standing. So I'd come up, not stop in time and knock them right over. Bowling for newf-pups! My dad knew it was a sign of things to come. Not wanting to call me 'bulldozer', for which I'm eternally grateful, he named me Tank. I was the second to get my final name. Later on he named one of my favorite sisters 'Shazaam', 'cause she learned to pounce first. She pounced on everything - leaves, us, you name it. We just went to visit her a few days ago. Her people call her 'Maggie', but I still think of her as Shazaam! That was a cool name, dad! I did one other great thing as a puppy. Feeling frisky, I climbed up my mom's back while she was laying on her side. When I got to the top of that huge mountain of Newf-flesh, I looked around from my high vantage and then slid down her belly like a big slide! Wheeeeeeeee! it was so fun I climbed up and did it again. Wheeeeeeee! Then one of the other pups saw me and they came over and did it, too. Then a few more came and then they all came. We had a line of pups waiting their turn to climb up then slide down mom. It was a riot! I tried it again 2 weeks later and it wasn't fun any more. I'd gotten so big that it wasn't even a climb any more to get up on mom, and when I tried to slide down my front paws were on the ground while my back paws were still on the other side of mom. Oh well. The rapidly fading joys of puppy-hood. I was also the last one to stop nursing. One day I tried to nurse and mom gave me a kick and a growl that scared me but good! I wasn't going to try that again!

Then came the worst day of my life. You'll hear that story in part deux...

Princess introduces herself!

Hello, Dog lovers! I'm Princess, born January 4th 2006 very early in the morning! My human dad stayed up very late to deliver us all. Tank is my littermate. My mom is Georgia, a Landseer Newf who now lives on a lake with the woman who came up with the idea to breed us. My dog dad is Isaac, who will introduce himself later. They are two great newfs! I was quickly recognised as the most social of the litter. My human dad called my mom Georgia "the Queen of Everything". One day at about 10 days old I did something that reminded him of Georgia and that's when he started calling me, "Princess". I was very happy growing up and had lots of fun experiences and one bad one. One day we were all under a bush exploring and I got poked in the eye by a branch. My eye was bleeding so my dad took me to the emergency room where they took a piece of wood out of my eye and gave him some icky ointment to put in. Boy did I hate that! No severe damage but my inner eyelid covers more of my eye than it should. Another thing I remember is this big, gigantic newf named Bertram. He was jealous of the attention we puppies were getting and barked the deepest, most earthshaking bark I've ever heard before or since! My human dad hopes Tank will get that kind of bark! I'm closer to it so far. When Bertram barked at the group of puppies, they all ran away. Not me, though. I knew he needed affection so I ran right between his legs and looked adoringly up at him. From then on he always let me stay with him but none of the other puppies could. Tank used to yelp when Bertram barked. He's such a drama king! I always comfort the other dogs if they're sad or if they get in trouble. I love pleasing my papa so I almost never get in trouble.

I didn't get parvo, like Tank did, so I was separated from my human dad for a while while he took care of the pups recovering from parvo. After a few weeks I got to go back to him but my mom, Georgia, didn't come with me. That was kind of hard on me but I liked being with Tank, Isaac and my human dad. I got comfortable again fairly quickly. My Dad says I'm a natural therapy dog and as soon as I learn that "stay" means something besides, "follow" I can go to make sick children feel better. Stay is when he sticks his hand in front of my face. If he's too serious I give his hand a quick lick to remind him how much I love him. I'm getting better at the stay. I've already started working with cart shafts so I can be in parades and give kids rides.

But mostly, I love to SWIM!!! I get so excited that I rear up and paw the air like a stallion! I'm really good and fast and I always bring back what my dad throws. I've been in lakes, rivers and oceans. Dad took me to California with him. Tank and I stayed at a hotel and did all kinds of great stuff. The airplane was pretty stressful for me, I don't mind telling you.

I also love playing with Tank and Isaac. If it's too slow a day I bark at them until they play with me. I love it when dad throws a toy and we compete to see who can get it and we try to take it away from each other. I could do that all day long!

I think that's enough for now. Some of these stories I'll tell at length later.