Big Black Dog

Remember Mother Goose? Think Baa,Baa Black Sheep.
"Woof.Woof. Black Dog,
Have you any fur?"
"Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Three bags full!"

Grooming BooBoo, our Newfie, is quite a fur-flying activity. We worked on him this afternoon because he is INSIDE the house. He's had issues with a raccoon that spent the last two nights in his dog house. BooBoo was not happy and barked all night long, which makes me cranky because I cannot sleep with that much noise. This morning the pesky raccoon was at the back door, and so was Mister Big Black Dog. To separate the two in hopes that the raccoon would move along, I invited BooBoo into the house and he LIKES it in here!! He doesn't want to go out into the yard! Have we created a monster?! No house is large enough for a Newfoundland. He can't even turn around in the hall, and our hallway is a comfortable width-a wheelchair can be maneuvered down it! (I borrowed a picture because Sarah has the camera. This dog looked most like mine and the pasture looks like home, too.)