Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Irish Spotted Newfoundland Society Welcomes Seadog Boomer


From Capt'n Andy & Seadog Boomer with apologies Hans Zimmer:
To The Irish Newf Society

"Yo, ho, haul together
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, Black and White
never shall we die.

The Giz and his men
stole the bones from the box
and buried them in his bed.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll drool.

Yo, ho, haul together
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, Black and White
never say we die.

Some Newfs have died
and some are alive
and others rescue on the seas
- with rope in mouth - and the Devil to pay
we swim to Dairy Queen.

The stuffy has been raised
from it's slobbery grave...
'Do you hear it's squeeking tone?'
We are call to dinner,
pay head the door
and turn your tail toward home!

Yo, ho, haul together
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, Black and White
never shall we die."


Ay lassie to The Boomer's Mum -- she drank the Screech, that wicked rum, and then fell on her bum.

Monday, March 16, 2009

The Legend Of The Irish Spotted Newfoundland Dog


THE LEGEND OF THE IRISH SPOTTED NEWFOUNDLAND DOG

There is a land where the waves explode upon the reef in a boiling foam, there the legend was born.

As the story is told, God turned one day to contemplate all of his creations and saw on that Newfoundland Isle, flailed by storm a small nation of fishermen, whose rough, weather-beaten people fought courageously against the impervious elements of nature as the freezing cold winter and the unforgiving coastline took its toll, and the sea often asked the sacrifice of human life. Nevertheless, they remained deep-rooted, these men of Newfoundland with the stubbornness as great as their courage.

God saw, and in his infinite compassion, thought how he might alleviate their suffering. He searched among the creatures of his creations but found none that would serve. It was then he decided to create one anew.

He took the body of a bear, whose bone structure lent well to such arduous labours and whose thick fur would resist the bitter Newfoundland cold. Then he thought to sweeten this silhouette with the lithe, flexuous lines and movements of the seal, with all it’s prowess to swim and speedily slip between the waves.

Now turning to the sea, he saw the playful dolphins happily following the ships, their sweet, joy-filled eyes revealing their serene temperament, and more; they so love man that they often rescue them, saving them from the sea. Yes, they too would be part of this creature.

When he had done the moulding and casting, there suddenly appeared in his creative arms, a superb animal with glistening black fur; powerful and sweet in the same moment.

This new being, however, had to have an allegiance and faithfulness, tried and true, to be able to live beside man and be ever ready to offer his life for his master. It was at that moment that the Lord opened and placed in his chest, the heart of a dog, and the miracle was almost complete. Finally, the Lord added white, and sometimes spots, and the miracle was truly complete.

From that day onward, those men of the sea had beside them, their courageous companion ever strong, ever faithful the, Irish Spotted Newfoundland Dog.

(Reprinted in translation from the book Il Cane Di Terra Nova by Emmy Bruno, editor Mursia-Milano)