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Ninety-Nine Newfies Quotes
Ninety-Nine Newfies
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“We pass the same big, smelly, slimy swamp. Keely, now really panting, gives me another look. A decisive look. I know what is coming. I yell, “Keely, no!”
She starts toward the swamp. I know Keely will never listen to me unless | manage to speak in a reasonable, pleasant tone. But I cannot help myself. I scream as if someone has a gun to my head, “NOOOOO!” Keely keeps walking.
Gleefully, Honey decides to follow Keely. I’m still thinking, “Bedtime. Small tent.” I yell even louder.
Keely looks back over her shoulder at me. Then, she steps into the swamp.
I think I hear her go, “Ahhhhhhhh!” I keep yelling, “NOOOOO!” She wades in up to her chest. She sits down. Only her head and shoulders are visible above the vile goop. By now Honey has joined her. Both of my girls are jubilant.
I am utterly beaten. My two dogs are covered in slime and my friend surely thinks by my cries that I’m being mauled by a bear. I’m thinking I may not be foo fond of camping.”
― Ninety-Nine Newfies
She starts toward the swamp. I know Keely will never listen to me unless | manage to speak in a reasonable, pleasant tone. But I cannot help myself. I scream as if someone has a gun to my head, “NOOOOO!” Keely keeps walking.
Gleefully, Honey decides to follow Keely. I’m still thinking, “Bedtime. Small tent.” I yell even louder.
Keely looks back over her shoulder at me. Then, she steps into the swamp.
I think I hear her go, “Ahhhhhhhh!” I keep yelling, “NOOOOO!” She wades in up to her chest. She sits down. Only her head and shoulders are visible above the vile goop. By now Honey has joined her. Both of my girls are jubilant.
I am utterly beaten. My two dogs are covered in slime and my friend surely thinks by my cries that I’m being mauled by a bear. I’m thinking I may not be foo fond of camping.”
― Ninety-Nine Newfies
“Hey, Lady, what kind of dog is that, anyway?” yelled another one of the boys.
Normally, when I’m out with my dogs and people ask me about them, I reply with a long speech about the virtues of Newfs. I wax on about their gentleness, their dignity, their beauty, their benevolence. But I realized none of these things was what I wanted at that particular moment. I think Zeus realized it, too. He continued to stand staunchly, holding his silent stare. Never before had my placid, indolent, old dog done anything that made him seem so formidable.
“What is he?” the boy yelled again. “He looks like a pony. I think I'll ride him! Bring him here!”
“That's it, I've had enough of this,” I thought.
Pulling myself up straight to my full height of five feet, two inches, I replied slowly, enunciating every word with as much dignity and authority as I could muster, “He's a Rough-coated Canadian Pit Bull.”
― Ninety-Nine Newfies
Normally, when I’m out with my dogs and people ask me about them, I reply with a long speech about the virtues of Newfs. I wax on about their gentleness, their dignity, their beauty, their benevolence. But I realized none of these things was what I wanted at that particular moment. I think Zeus realized it, too. He continued to stand staunchly, holding his silent stare. Never before had my placid, indolent, old dog done anything that made him seem so formidable.
“What is he?” the boy yelled again. “He looks like a pony. I think I'll ride him! Bring him here!”
“That's it, I've had enough of this,” I thought.
Pulling myself up straight to my full height of five feet, two inches, I replied slowly, enunciating every word with as much dignity and authority as I could muster, “He's a Rough-coated Canadian Pit Bull.”
― Ninety-Nine Newfies
