Land of the Free and Home of the Slaves: Chapter 4
I also have another slave, a black newfoundland dog. you can call him by his name, david. he's nervous when he meets people for the first time. can i trust you to be civil?"
Land of the Free and Home of the Slaves: Prologue & Chapter 1
Scampering feet greeted his proclamation, and a newfoundland dog rushed into the front room at the same time as daniel, who walked in more sedately.
Land of the Free and Home of the Slaves: Chapter 3
The only indications that anyone was there were the smell of the newfoundland dog and the occasional quiver of the sheets.
"The Bone Amulet" - A School Days Halloween Story
He was a very old, grey-furred newfoundland dog, wearing only coarse, homespun cloth robes, and was barefoot despite the below-zero temperatures, driving wind and blowing snow.
Winter Solstice
The races involved are human (not surprisingly), and a canine race (that i never figured out a name for) that resemble newfoundland dogs._ _the following story i wrote for a competition (in which i didn't place).
In the Garden
She was a large girl; don't get me wrong as she isn't fat, on the contrary she is a good build as was her breed, being a newfoundland dog.
Reasons to RUN and HIDE
Meanwhile there came by was fauntleroy, he a large as overly affectionate male newfoundland dog. the neighborhood was to the dog his small world, and seeing as sniffing the scented breeze, he became interested with the satyrs debauching rachel.
Fellowship bonds
The newfoundland dog's fur was so shaggy it was hard to see where the black fur stopped and the muscle began. lastly came two more canines; the folf rachen and the wolf trey. the two were similar in size and with a good healthy build.
The County Fair | Manager's Special Commission
Landing with a hard splat in the cool mud of his pig pen, he could feel the heavy knee of a brutish newfoundland dog come to rest upon the small of his back.
Marge the Barge
A newfoundland dog is not naturally graceful on the ice, but perhaps a tabby cat can teach her to be. (a short story.) **marge the barge** _by mary e. lowd_ "you're distracted," lizzie said.
Pub crawl
. \*\*\* jenny miller was a newfoundland dog that spent more time in her apron than her bed. at fifty seven she was a master at her art. she looked more like a performer than a cook as she mixed the ingredients for that night's dinner.
Savory Miracles
Of course the muscular newfoundland dog reacted more accordingly than bri did. the door flew open she grabbed my sides then spun me around and hugged me. being buried face first against her large chest, while her tail wagged furiously.