Newfoundland dogs are good to save children from drowning, but you must have a pond of water handy and a child, or else there will be no profit in boarding a Newfoundland. – Josh Billings
Okay, we didn’t have a pond, but there was a pool, and no human children were in attendance, but there certainly were some four-legged sons and daughters. And even though none of them were Newfoundlands, they were drooling, yapping, jumping, bucking, playing, running, tails-a-waggin’, chase-me-chase-me, dog-paddling mutts. Four of them, all shapes and sizes, tormenting us and each other, whacking their mile-a-minute tails on sunburned legs, and generally wreaking havoc in the water, on the grass, and under picnic tables. Salsa was spilled, Tostitos went flying, and more margos were strewn across the cement than actually consumed. Well, almost. It was Cujo meets a rabid Old Yeller when Cowpoke Alley presents, “Father’s Day Goes to the Dogs”, starring “Boo” as the amiable Rin-Tin-Tin, “Jasper” as the fun-loving Benji, “Annie” as the giant blockheaded Hooch, and “Mack”, as the adopted mutant love-child of Marmaduke and Scooby-Do.
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