the girl Newf in the house and I just turned two this past
June. I. too, come from Cypress Bay Kennel. The Master
is constantly reminding me that I need to start acting my age --
especially since I inherited my dad, Goliath's, body.
Luckily, I also inherited my mom, Smooch's, disposition.
Maybe someday I'll stop pestering Uther -- if I ever grow up to
become a full-fledged show girl.
Morgan le Fay
can call me "Uffie". I'm the male Newf around here
and I was weaned at the Cypress Bay Kennel. Not only do I
speak for the business, but I'm also the stabilizing influence at
Master's house. You see, I'm a certified therapy dog.
Inventing feeders was just a sideline for Lacey and me. I've
spent a good bit of my waking hours at Hospice trying to help
out. With the arrival of Morgan, Master has asked me to lend
a paw with her socialization. She's getting better, but the
Newfie ways come hard for her. She still doesn't understand
the importance of sleeping over playing -- especially with me.
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