A lot about ME!

I don't want to back peddle to much, but a few extra posts to get us started is what I'll have to do in order to make you love us. The truth is, this blog is way overdue. What is most important for you all to know, is that I was first. Also, I'm the best. Rigsby only came a long a few months ago. But it's only because I am so perfect, they wanted to replicate me. Let me fill you guys in on something, I'm one of a kind. Sure he's my brother, and technically officially my real cousin. But you know what? My grandpa liked me better. SO! Without further ado, a little about me! Bojie!

Photo courtesy of Sandra Nicholson

I lived in NJ since I was 10 weeks old, before moving out West, and I really liked it.  I'm a true Yankee at heart.

The momma and I worked really hard on a lot of important things while we lived there. I became a certified therapy dog, and we would visit people who needed me most a few times a week. I got really used to visiting hospitals, nursing homes, and schools for children with special needs. I loved walking into one of my special places that I visited and having people waiting to see me, and asking for me. After giving licks out to my usual friends, sometimes I could pick out someone who needed me most, and I would go and sit by them. I'd listen really hard to their hearts, and I'd choose the very loneliest and scared. The momma sometimes didn't know how I knew so well, but we Newfs are special, and I knew where I was needed most.  I just so happen to be the perfect height to visit bed bound patients. Some of my poor friends never got ANY visitors but ME! Can you believe that?! It really made me sad. So, I'd stay extra long and make sure I stretched my neck as far as I could so that their hands could reach my head to feel my fur, and allow me to lick their hands and give them their first kisses that they had in years.

We also did a lot of fun obedience stuff in NJ, that added letters after my name and got me something called titles, but to me being a therapy dog is my most important job.

 One of the hardest things about leaving NJ, was leaving my very best friend. His name is Nanook and I love him. No, I'm serious guys. I loooove him. Normally I'm a very laid back goofy Newf, but the momma says when I hang around Nanook, I begin to look like Jack Nicholson in the movie the Shining, when he has his, "here's Johnny" face on. Whatever that means. 

Nooks is just a few inches away from me in this photo.

see the resemblance?

Nookens also has a brother named Pooka, who I really didn't like too much at first because I thought he was taking my beloved Nookinator away from me, but you know what? He's kind of like a brother to me now too. You'll probably hear a lot about these guys, so I figured I should introduce them early on.

Pooka, Bojie, and Nanook 

If you really want to know what my life has been like, here's a sneak peek:

I had a really great life back in New Jersey, but then all of the sudden my mom told me we were moving and a lot changed, Rigsby will probably want to butt in here a few times, but I'm going to do my best to keep control over this blog. Besides, at 7 months old, I'm not even sure he knows how to spell yet. Anyway, there's a lot more you need to know before he came into the picture.