Heart of America Newfoundland Club

Happy Tails
(Updated January 13, 2015)

Please meet our latest "Happy Tail,"Barley"

Jett Ellie Spirit Carly and Becca Dozer Kitty Marley
Nani Pazza Claire Sly Gino Xena Sage
(Formerly Brownie)
(Formerly Snickers)
Daisy and Abby Wolfgang and Sousa Moses Max Shadow
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if you would like to consider adopting a Newf from HANC Rescue


Driving through the misty gray of a Sunday morning in early December, I knew that this day would be different. The drab skies did nothing to dampen my spirit and I was confident (if not confident, then exceedingly optimistic!) that the meeting with Barley, Kipper and me would be a success. Armed with towels, blankets, treats, a half-dozen doughnuts and enough girl talk to fill the hours, my friend, Kris, (a dog rescue expert) and I set out to meet and hopefully bring home my family’s new girl.

Crossing out of Kansas into Nebraska, we journeyed to Beatrice to meet Barley, a three-year old Newfie girl in need of a forever home. My heart longed for a companion to Kipper and Spot, a hairy guardian for Molly and Landen, a fishing partner for my husband Rodney, and a walking partner for myself. Having just moved back to the area from which we had grown up that would afford the room and lakeside trails for a larger-than-life friend, I cashed in on a fifteen year old promise that my husband had made in our dating years to add a large dog to our home. Hopeful that Barley would be coming home to Kansas in the back of my SUV, I was as excited as bringing home one of our children from the hospital.

Meeting Barley was, at first, a tad…overwhelming…she was a jumper and I had my tiny Kipper in my arms. My feisty mutt (also a rescue) was not sure what we were doing and seemingly skeptical of my motive to introduce her to this very big dog. After all…Kipper WAS the big dog (only 12 pounds big!) and who was this giant, hairy creature licking my people? More on that later…

Bringing Barley home was nothing short of awesome. As a parent, it has been one of my more treasured memories of something I’ve done for our children. Keeping Barley a surprise (to ward off any emotions of disappointment that would have potentially come with a last-minute owner/dog mismatch), I was able to arrive home with more than a rug from Nebraska Furniture Mart…which was my alibi to the kids to explain my day’s absence. Well, I did sort of bring home a rug…from Nebraska!!

Pulling into the drive, I opened the hatch to release Barley into the yard to which she was met with jubilant shrieks from the kids. That day, December 7th, was our son’s twelfth birthday. He proclaimed it to be the ‘best birthday ever,' and Molly said, ‘You DID bring home a rug!’ We discussed the responsibility of having a larger, hairier friend, but knowing our kids, it would not prove difficult to gain their cooperation. With all hands on deck, we were ready.

Newfie owner tip #1: Buy a Dyson, or similarly powerful, vacuum.*

Fast-forward a month later…there are so many stories to tell and endless advantages to having brought Barley home. She’s as big as a person, has as much humor as any clown, and incredible devotion as deep as a river is wide. We have lovingly extended her given name. Our family is a tad quirky…and we give our dogs full names. Barley is: Barlinda Jacobs Doty. We call her Barley. Barley Girl is so much more than a pet. Truly, she is a friend and a welcomed piece of our family’s puzzle. It is difficult to say to whom Barley’s affinity is most loyal…but I’d say she divides her love evenly. She takes turns sleeping at the foot of our beds, but definitely has taken to the kids. Each morning she wakes with me for coffee, but settles back in until she nudges Molly and Landen awake. A good sport, she wore antlers as the reindeer from the movie Frozen for Molly’s birthday party. There’s been very little we’ve done without her at our side or passenger seat. Barley’s heart is larger than her body…and larger than the piles and piles of hair we gather each and every day.

Speaking of hair…we have joked about how our daughter has found hair in her lunchbox at school. How does that happen? There is no way to describe the mysterious hair that floats…but nevertheless we do so with a bit of humor. At our daughter’s birthday this weekend, I issued the disclaimer: if you find black hair in the frosting, pick it out. It was as simple as that! Newfie owner tip #2: if you don’t like hair, consider another breed. Owning a Newfie like Barley has been adventurous. She has had one professional grooming to help us get a fresh start with brushing.

Newfie owner tip #3: Invest in quality brushes. And be prepared to brush. A lot. We are learning how to read Barley’s body language with brushing and how to make it more comfortable for her. After walking has been the best time to brush her, as she seems more relaxed and ready to rest. Gather your brushes, a grocery sack to collect hair, and pop in a good movie; you’ll be there for a while. 

Now, going back to walking…Barley loves it! At first, tackling this chore was reminiscent of Miss Ouisa from Steel Magnolias trying to walk her dog Rex. I’m sure the neighbors thought ‘who is this five-foot woman trying to wrangle…what kind of dog IS that? Is it a horse?’

Newfie owner tip #4: be prepared for cars to slow down, roll down the window to shout inquiries about your giant breed…and invest in a decent harness to work with your friend and a clicker! It will end the question of who is walking whom…and begin a daily habit that turns out to be beneficial to you both. Seriously…a good walk with her is cheaper than therapy and more rewarding at the end of a busy day! Ha! Barley’s empathetic eyes and nudging nose is incredibly soothing and it is definitely something to look forward to. Also, once the walk is under control, you can strut with pride as cars slow down, roll down the window and shout inquiries about your giant breed! Finally, because understandably almost any rescue dog may have a few areas to work on, it must be shared that Miss Barley is working on her manners.

Newfie *rescue* owner tip #5: Be prepared to invest in some basic obedience coursework to train or retrain!! We weren’t entirely sure how she would take to Kipper, or conversely, how Kipper would take to her. Sizably different in all ways, it has been a slow and steady process. We had a fabulous in-home guy (shout out to Rick Riggs of Happy Training, LLC) come to work with Barley’s needs, how to incorporate the family into the process, but most importantly, how to make both dogs feel comfortable in their home. It will continue to be an intensive, deliberate effort, but it is coming along and shows great promise. He even said Barley would be a great therapy dog and to please consider having her assessed after she completes her obedience classes! (Shout out to obedience classes that start Tuesday with Camo Cross Training!) And because my yammering on could continue on beyond the scope of a day…a picture truly says a thousand words…you can see from the photos that we are probably benefiting more from her than she is us. We are happy she chose us to be ‘her people.’

Many thanks to the hands that facilitated the process that brought Barley to us, the safe journey in our travels to bring her home, and the patience of those who are helping integrate her into our lives. There is undoubtedly an immeasurable amount of love from Barley that I lack the words to explain, but we feel wholly blessed to receive, and hope to provide her and our other dogs a lifetime in a loving home.





It’s been only two weeks ago that Teddy Bear moved into our hearts and home. We renamed him (Bull) Dozer as he really is a handful, but we started basic obedience training last Tuesday and are steadily moving forward on learning manners and positive interactions. My goal is to be able to have him step into my older Newf’s role as a therapy dog for Pets for Life when BossMan nears retirement. Dozer simply loves people and children, and I think with enough serious training, he should be a great dog for this kind of work in the future. I have been exercising him like crazy, mainly to keep him out of trouble and to keep our interactions upbeat. He LOVES all kinds of exercise, and my other two dogs are getting somewhat long in the tooth, so they don’t mind me disappearing with him for a couple of hours as long as they get their off leash time at the frisbee park too. So it is working out! Now that winter has descended on us, I just bundle up like crazy and get out to move. It’s good for both of us! Since we live on busy Mission Road, and ER vehicles come down our street at least 3 times daily, AlleyKat and BossMan are teaching him how to sing when the ambulances and fire trucks go down the street. With all three going at it, it is quite amusing around here each day!
Sara Grier



Carly and Becca

Carly and Becca We adopted two six year old girls through HANC rescue. The two have made themselves at home with our 12 year old retriever mix, Maxwell. The girls are litter mates and we did not want to separate them. Carley is the Landseer and Becca is the black. Their original owner passed away last month and these sweet dogs are a testament to his love and training. Bill and Pat Haynes




Once again, Heart of America Newfoundland Rescue has placed a very unusual Newfie, Jett, in our home. We lost our dear Abbie (another Heartland rescue), in May, to heart problems, age 11 1/2 and were looking for another to brighten our lives. Sweet Sly has been with me (another Heartland rescue) for five years, now age 10, with atrial fibrillation, and Daisie Mae (another Heartland rescue) has been with me for 4 1/2 years, now age 12.

Our newest family member is Jett, age 7, whose owner was killed in a car crash. Jett was with 5 other Newfies in that household and they were all adopted immediately, but Jett has ruptured anterior cruciate ligaments in both back legs and finding him an approved home took some time--11 months! To compensate for that lack of strength as he grew, his back developed a pronounced hump. His legs are very wobbly but he runs and plays outside with no difficulty. One can hardly believe that he can run so fast with those legs. He has braces to wear when needed but we hope that day is long off.

The most remarkable attribute about Jett, though, is his size. He stands 32 inches high at the shoulder and the neck and head go up from there. He still startles me at times when he comes up to me unexpectedly and his head is in my arm pit. He has the extra sweet Newfie disposition, fits in the household like he has always lived with us, gets along with Sly and Sadie, and has good manners with his food and guests.

The only challenge he has presented is that if he discovers the front door open he will take off to the pastures where the cattle are grazing and give them grief. It has only happened once and will not happen again. He has a very regal look the way his head sits on his neck and is very smart. Jett learned my vocabulary and commands with Sly and Daisie immediately. I wish you could see us at bedtime. They will all be sleeping in the family room but when I say, "Let's go to bed, kids," they get up and trot down the hall to the master bedroom to their respective beds. It's really a picture because from the back they look like the three bears Daddy, Mommy and Baby with Jett he largest followed by Sly and then Daisy.

My home is perfect for him physically because there are no steps anywhere, and all the windows are floor to ceiling so he has wonderful views. We were afraid my slate floors would be too difficult for him, but he has no problem with them. Jett is a happy camper living with his own pack again and we are so grateful to Heart of America Rescue for choosing us to give him his forever home. Jett and I are also grateful to Kim, his foster mother, and Jocelyn for believing we would be a good fit for him.



The Secret Spirit

Spirit, whom I initially agreed to foster, literally sprang into our lives when he leaped from the transporter’s van in a frantic state of mind. At 8 years old, this huge white and black Newf took me by surprise, and I admit I was a bit intimidated at first. For an old dog, he had the energy and strength of a young stallion. What I found, underneath all the turmoil, was the true heart and soul of a Newfoundland dog. All he wanted was someone to reassure him and show him he was loved. At first, my 11 year old Newf, Piper, wasn’t impressed, but I knew the day she managed a feeble play bow and mock charge, that she wanted Spirit to stay with us. He fit like an old pair of shoes, rediscovered. Comfy, though worn; you know you can’t throw them out. Piper didn’t have to convince me that we should adopt him, but her approval was most important to me. And I am eternally grateful to HANR for believing that our humble home was the right match for him. Each day, Spirit’s anxiety has lessened and his bouncy, happy self has come to the surface. While he does have “old dog” medical issues, his delightful, loving personality overcomes any dark shadows lurking in the background. He is the sunshine in my world, greeting each day as though it was his first. His enthusiasm in catching and he has put a lot of spark in Piper’s life, too. We can’t imagine life without him, now. “The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.” ― Robert Frost.

There is nothing in the world better than adopting a senior dog, even though you didn’t have the joy of watching him grow up. What an older dog brings to your world is wisdom, mellowness, and a whole lot of love yet to give. The secret that nearly no one knows…a dog gets more perfect the older he grows.





Letter to Wolfgang from Ellie

Dear Wolfgang.

I never got to meet you, but I wanted to thank you for training my new family! After you left, Terri & Greg really missed you. Mom could not look at the area on the front door where you wore out the paint without a tinge of missing you. Dad has never cried like when you left. Sousa told me that the next few months for her were really strange. She got more walks (and more treats). The family moved from the house you lived in and gave Sousa a much larger back yard. But something was still not right. Mom kept asking for another dog, so naturally, Dad brought home a cat; a 5 month old black kitten. He was nice, but it just wasn’t the same. Then the call came from HANR, my old family couldn’t keep me anymore and I needed a place to go. So, Terri drove to Omaha and picked me up. Back then, my name was Mable. On the way home, Mom kept looking at me in the rearview mirror. When we got home, I heard her tell Greg that when she looked back at me, it was like you were looking at her! Maybe it was just because I was brown, but she said she wasn’t going to let me go! I got to meet the cats. At first, I wanted to go chase them, but then I realized that they did not need to be chased and they were pretty cool to hang out with; especially the black one, who they named Duke. They gave me the new name Ellie. (Get it, Duke Ellington? Yeah, just remember your name was Wolfgang!) And Sousa is an awesome playmate. She is my own size and we love to wrestle and gang up on Duke. Mom likes to cuddle me on the couch, but Dad doesn’t like it, so she waits until he is not around to invite me up. I am enclosing a picture of me and Duke cuddling on Mom’s lap about a month ago. It was awesome! I wish I could have met you, you sound like an awesome dog. Thank You SO MUCH for breaking in Mom & Dad. I am sure your life was a lot rougher in the early going with novice Newfie parents and I am certain I am going to have a great life with your old family! I promise to take good care of them.

Much love,
Ellie Simmons




We brought Kitty into our home late September: she came clear from Nebraska, to Missouri and then to St.George, KS. She currently lives with a family of 5 and has really bonded with our Brussels Griffon, Russo and doesn't know what to do when he is not around.

She enjoys being groomed each and every day and doesn't mind her new feeding schedule. We couldn't get her to eat for the very first few days but we just gave her a little yogurt and she began snarfing her food down (our vet suggested giving yogurt on our dog's foods as it helps strengthen their immune system). She now eats her food either way.

After having Kitty for a few weeks she has really bonded with Brent (my 16 year old brother). We have noticed she doesn't like to play with toys. We have tried a football, frisbees, squeekie toys, everything and she doesn't play with them, not even sticks! I guess she isn't too bored haha! One thing Russo and she love doing is lying in the backyard all day together and running up and down the hill chasing one another. Usually Kitty wins by chasing Russo until he is tired but the other day it was the other way around. Russo chased Kitty! Pretty funny!!! We did find that her and Russo play a game together. He buries the bones in the yard and a couple days later she will dig them up and chew/eat them herself! Such a funny sight to see them helping each other and partnering in crime! We just love Kitty and are so glad we were able to bring her into our home. I feel that later in life I will definitely adopt another Newfoundland as well. Thank you HANR!

-The Hoover Family



Hi, my name is Marley. I am told I am 4 yrs old now, but I don’t remember much about the first part of my life. It’s hard to keep track of the days when you’re stuck out in a back yard pen. Day after day, my birth Mom and I waited for that few minutes when the people would come out and see us for a little bit. The people would bring us food and water, and sometimes would even let us run for a little bit. Then it was back to the pen again. One day just ran into the next and I lost track of time.

Then one day they let us out of the pen and we raced to the house and found a new person standing there. That was the moment that my real life started and let me tell you, I didn’t like it very much at first. That new lady and my own human held me down and stuck something on my neck that they said was a collar. I fought hard to avoid it and I even screamed and yelped. Next they shoved us in this tin box thing they called a Jeep. That is when the scary part started. The thing started moving and took us far, far away, into a whole new world and new life. I cried the whole way there. The first night my Mom and I treated this new person to “two part howling harmony.” The next morning I got left in the crate and the person hauled my Mom off on a trip to her new Foster home. I really surprised my new person when I was not in the crate when she got back, and both latches on the crate were still hooked. I escaped several times after that until this new person found the roll of baling wire and the cable ties. I started calling this new lady my Foster Mom.

There have really been some scary new adventures that I have been through. On my first day I had to learn to walk on floors. It took me a little bit to figure out how to do it without falling down. One of my back feet kept slipping on the new floors, but wait a minute, I only have one back foot. I heard them talking about my other leg being amputated when I was a baby, but I don’t even remember having it, so it must not be a bad thing. One of my worst experiences had to be the first bath. All 3 people were soaked and I was still dry. I thought they were trying to drown me or something. Then the other really scary thing was my foster Mom making me go all the way down the steps, and then back up again. She said that one round trip took 20 minutes. It felt a lot longer than that but she said I had to learn how to do it. Mom said that she didn’t know a dog could do a complete somersault in the middle of the stairs. Just a couple hours later I did it all by myself and really surprised her.

I have learned that growling at everything doesn’t help. I did that non-stop for the first several weeks. Lunging at my new siblings and trying to attack them was not allowed. Mom told me that Mo (my new brother), and Bailey (my new sister) were both adopted from HANR also. They had both been left tied up in the back yard. (Mom said HANR is awesome and I have to agree with her.) Hiding under the desk when a toy squeaked was also a waste of time. I think my Foster Mom was ready to throw me back a few times. It took awhile to learn all of these new things, but they all turned out to be a cinch since I am a very fast learner and I try so hard to make people happy.

It has been 17 months in this new life. This week my Foster Mom told me that I had to start dropping the word “foster” and just start calling her Mom. She said she adopted me because I turned out so good. I hope this means that I get to stay here now.



Princess is doing great! She is perfect in every way and we are blessed to have her in our family. She is well mannered, highly intelligent, sweet and and we absolutely love her! When she first arrived, she evidently considered our three cats to be strays and it took a couple of weeks for her to warm up to them. They now are friends and in fact the kitties now lay on her and rub against her. She also had no experience with horses and saw them as a threat but now understands they are also part of our family and no longer barks at them but instead just watches them. Our neighbors have a herd of goats which she thoroughly enjoys barking and charging at them to make them run away from the fence. She is very active and alert and enjoys her time outside in the mornings and evenings with us. She gets along great with Jack (our pug/brussels griffon dog) and they play together. He enjoys her company and is actually losing some weight due to all the activity with her (which is a good thing as he was overweight). It is hard to believe that she is actually eight years old because she is so active and healthy. She has never had an accident in our house and loves to be brushed. I brush her daily. We plan to take her to the lake soon so she can swim as I saw on her paperwork that her previous owner had noted she liked to do that. She does have a peculiar habit that I have never seen in a dog before. She puts her paw in her mouth as if she is a child sucking her thumb. It puzzles me why she would do this although it is pretty cute :). We cannot imagine how it must have felt for her family to have to part with her and our hearts go out to them. If you can, please let them know how she is doing and that she is very loved and well cared for! Thank you so much for allowing us to bring Princess into our lives! Don and Juanita Moreno



Hello, my name is Nani. My wonderful foster family called me Rosebud. I’ve been with my forever family since May 2009. The ride home was pretty scary, I really didn’t like the car that much and we were in it for nearly the whole day, except for potty stops.

I’ve come a long ways, and I just don’t mean distance. When I got here the back steps were so scary and the horses demanded I bark at them constantly when I was outside. I only give the horses an occasional bark now, but if I see a deer I’m going to yell “I SEE YOU.” I even alerted my dad to someone trespassing one day. He told me the neighbors need an electric fence with a shock collar on their teenage kid, so he doesn’t trespass again. I’m not sure what that means, but he said I’d never have to worry about that stuff.

I’ve pretty much overcome all my fears at home. Except that dreaded vacuum and those evil empty dog food bags. I know it is evil because there isn’t food in the bag anymore, all the goodness has been poured out of it.

I really like to pick on my Golden Retriever sister, Kylee. She is the best chew toy. Mom and dad get after me if I get too rough. Kylee gets even outside where she’s faster than I am. But I get my fair share of tackles in too. We just added a new kitty to the home. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I do have one kitty that is a pretty good buddy. He curls up and sleeps right next to me. I usually put my paw over him and then clean his whole head. He looks funny with a wet head.

I start some training classes next month. If the other dogs aren’t too scary, I think it will be a breeze. I know sit, down, stay, come and walk on a loose leash pretty well. If there is a treat involved I can lie down so fast the pictures rattle on the walls.

My mom and dad helped with a Black “Newf” Op recently and rescued some dogs. They got to meet Sophie’s mom and dad in a transfer. Isn’t it awesome they got to meet some other lucky people that adopted from HANR?

Mom and Dad are so grateful for everything you’ve done and said they appreciate the work you do more and more every day.






Pazza has become such a big part of our lives, I just can’t remember what we did before she came home. We had no idea how much our children loved her until their teachers started relaying stories they tell at school. Donovan (our 4 year old) tells his teachers at preschool that he is most thankful for his dogs, especially Pazza and Blue because their only job is to keep him safe while he sleeps. There is a whole story about monsters behind that statement, but when the dogs are “guarding” his room, he has no fears. Joeley (2 year old) has found that Pazza will allow her to put pieces of her dress-up clothes on her head. On occasion Pazza has come out of her room wearing Tinkerbell earrings, necklaces, wings and crown. Pazza is so patient and tolerant of them, that I have no worries of leaving her alone with them. Joeley tells her teachers that she has to go home at night because Pazza would be sad if she didn’t get to see her, which I completely believe.

My dad comes over every day and gets Pazza and Sally to keep him company in his shop. They give him a sense of security during the day. We live in a very rural area, and there have been some recent break-ins. However, Pazza and Sally are very protective of their pack, and I believe this makes all of us feel a bit safer.

Even the UPS and Fed Ex guys have fallen in love with her. I caught the UPS guy giving Pazza and Sally (Great Pyrenees) sandwiches one day. He said when he sees he has a delivery for us, he has his wife pack extra sandwiches and he tries to stop here for his lunch to hang out with them.

She has taken a great liking to the donkey and pony. The neighbors have commented on seeing the 4 “ponies” running in the pasture playing some crazy version of tag. We had to clear it up with some of the older folks, there are 2 dogs a pony and donkey, not 4 ponies.

At the moment, I am working from home due to the ice storm, and I have 115 pounds of Pazza sitting on my toes under the dining room table. She is a great blessing and a source of much comedy for our family. We wanted to say thank you for Pazza. She is truly a blessing!

Thank you,
Tammy D.





First and foremost, thank you and your organization for letting us take one of your newfoundlands. We all love her very much and she really completes our family.

She loves the children and happily eats any treat they leave behind or one she can steal from them when they are not looking. She is real wild outside and loves to play tackle, but acts like an old lady in the house. Usually you can find her lying under a table.

She is still rather shy entering indoor environments, but with a little encouragement she will make the trip and is coming out of her shell. Thank goodness because it is a rather large shell to get to come around!

Claire and our Aussie (Twister) took some warming up to each other, but are now the best of friends and love rough-housing outside. He herds her and she sits on him when he finally catches her. We just got a new kitten to which Claire gives giant tongue bathes. She has taken to all of our animals with ease.

She is so very bossy, but that is some of her charm and with a little negotiating can always see it my way.

Everywhere we go she catches attention from people. Some of our outings include walking down to pick Sebastian up at kindergarten and regular walks around the neighborhood. We went swimming with our local pound in the city pool and she loved it. Gladly, letting all the little kids pet her. She has been such a treat for us!

We would happily open our home to another newf if you ever need one!

Thank you for completing our family!
Jamie B.








My introduction to Sly began on a sunny Sunday August afternoon when my door bell rang. At the door sat this beautiful Newfoundland with a card tied with trailing blue ribbons lying on the floor in front of him. A bit of leash could be seen leading to a figure (obscured by a small tree) which said, "Read the card." I invited both Sly and his Rescue advocate at the end of the leash, my friend Nancy Kubel, to come in.

The card read as follows: "Hello, my name is Sly and I am looking for my new home. I hope I am in the right place. I have to find my new home because the people at my first home stopped loving me and told me to go away. I don't know why they stopped loving me. I tried to be very good and not do anythng bad. I never barked very much and I never dug up my yard and I never let them see me crying. I did not want them to know how sad and lonely I was in the pen at the back of the yard. I think they must have been very important people because they always said they had better things to do than take care of me. Anyway, a nice lady in Branson heard me crying one day and took me away from there. She hugged me and promised me a home where I would be loved again and would never be afraid or sad or lonely. And then that night a pretty little Newfie angel wearing funny white pants came down from heaven and told me she knew where I should go because I was needed there. It has taken me a while to get here because while her directions were good, she said I had to stop at every McDonald's I saw and eat French Fries! I hope I'm not too late to be your Newfie boy and take care of you."

Sly and Nancy came in the family room where he promptly lay on my feet and Nancy left to run some errands. When she returned I got the full story. She and my daughter had conspired to find me another Newfie because Sadie (another rescue girl) had died unexpectedly in June leaving Charmin' Carmen (my 10 year old Newfie girl) alone without a buddy for the first time in her life. Carmen had been sad without Sadie, not eating very well and the neuropathy of her spine getting worse. If you could resist the message of this card and the sweetness of Sly's face and manner you have no heart. Sly captured me immediately and is now named Sweet Sly.

He had many health issues, in fact, was near death, when rescued. He was placed with a foster family, Donna and Chad Brown, in Highlandville, MO for several months. He needed treatment for Ehrlichiosis (tick-borne disease), heartworm, round worms and yeast-infected ears. Sweet Sly has now been my companion for a month and we're still dealing with the yeast-infected ears and trying to put some weight on him. The weight is easier to achieve. He has had another round of treatment for round worms, been neutered and had his toe nails clipped so great strides have been made in restoring him to health.

Sadly, he never learned to play with toys or other animals. Carmen has tried to play but he isn't ready for that yet. Just this week he has summoned the courage to lie on the area rug in the family room with Carmen only a foot away from him. Every day he is gaining in confidence. He is very smart, has learned all the household routines, and seeks repeated affection which I provide in abundance. He was so abused that it is going to take a very long time for him to not show fear. If he is uncertain about anything he makes himself as flat as possible on the floor as if to say, "please don't hit or kick me." I shudder to imagine what he went through for 5 years at his previous home in Branson. He follows me from room to room and has beds throughout the house to sleep on. Everyone who sees him when we go to the vet exclaims about how beautiful he is and he is sweet to them as well--gets along with other animals--and has become a favorite at the vet's office since we are there every two weeks. It's a joy to see how happy he is and watch him run.

Sweet Sly and I want to thank Tri-Lakes Animal Shelter, Heart of America Newfoundland Rescue (Jocelyn Hawley and Mary Rich), Chad and Nancy Brown and Nancy Kubel for all working together to save his life and find him a loving home. It is great to be able to say that Charmin' Carmen has also perked up, is eating better and seems happy again, too. I have lived with Newfoundland dogs for 35 years (two of whom were rescues before Sly) and have to say that Sweet Sly is a winner when it comes to love. He is a true teacher of humility and forgiveness when you think about his suffering for years, and the fact that he still loves unconditionally with his whole heart. The three of us share our lives together on a farm in the Rogersville area with joy. Maybe you will be lucky to have a wonderful Newfie in your life to keep you balanced and loved. Support rescue whenever you can.

Pat W.
October 8, 2009





Gino came to us from a family who had loved him dearly but could no longer care for him as a result of an accident. He is the dream Newfie I have been looking for and I am so grateful to his former owners and Jocelyn of HANR for allowing us to come together.

Gino is a wonderful big buddy for our ten-week-old Golden Retriever, despite the more than slight difference in size! Little Zeke adores Gino, and three-year-old Gino is more than happy to let his inner puppy out to frolic, run and play with his little guy. Our family of five is so very happy with Gino.

In addition to being a gorgeous animal, he is smart, noble, funny and loving. Every one who has met him has been quite amazed and impressed. He is the great, big, furry love in our lives!





Xena is a 2-3 year old Newf who was the victim of a divorce. She was confiscated by the Nebraska Humane Society due to neglect. She spent a couple of months housed at NHS. In June 2009, Brent Ellis took her from NHS to VCA Animal Hospital in Omaha. At VCA she was treated for mange and a host of nuisance infections. Brent and Debbie Ellis and John and I took turns going out to the hospital to take her on walks. She was such a happy girl whenever anyone went to visit her and everyone at the hospital loved her. She was in the hospital for almost 3 weeks and then got to come home with me as a “foster.” The remainder of the characters in our home are as follows: Udo; a 10 year old grumpy Great Dane. Tash; my first HANC “foster failure” adopted at the speed of light! Gus; a 23 year old African Grey Parrot who gets the world’s biggest kick out of herself. Ben; my animal-loving 29 year old son. Below is an email sent to Brent, Jocelyn and a few friends who had followed Xena’s plight after her first night in foster care.

Xena’s First Night

The Not-Yet-So-Mighty Princess Xena came home from the hospital last night! She came home with a truckload of medicine some of which she likes and some of which involves free-style wrestling. After a brief introduction to the crew; Udo and Tash must have decided that Xena was a sickly youngster. They let her get away with things last night that would cause the gnashing of teeth were they to do that to each other; i.e. approach a bowl other than one’s own or approach a bone other than one’s own or finally approach a hand that was already busily patting another black dog. The ultimate was being able to enter the sacred den of Udo and receive only a watchful gaze from the dweller within. Ben mentioned on the way home from the hospital that Xena looks a little like a monkey because of her fine features and her lack of hair, now it’s hard to look at her without offering her a banana.

She is incredibly sweet, friendly and gentle. She was caught chewing on just about everything she came in contact with last night, with the exception of her food. That meant she had to go to her kennel at bedtime. Tash rarely barks but, when she does, it is an unusual sound, very low and quiet like she has a throat full of socks. Xena went into her kennel just great but after about 30 seconds she figured out she was alone and made a noise that made Tash’s bark pale in the “unusual” department. It was between a squeak and a squawk. Not a bark by the stretch of anyone’s imagination. After about the 3rd time, the other dogs must have sensed “unknown beast” in the 'hood and went wild. Gus (the bird) always happily picks up on the strange and unusual or foul and repeats the same often and loudly. Bedtime went like this: Xena: Squeak, Squawk, …..squeak, squawk Udo & Tash: (ears & heads cocked) Udo: BOWOWBOWOW… Tash: mhmhmhmh.. Xena: Squeak, Squawk…..squeak, squawk Udo: BOWOWOW… Tash: mhmhmhmh Gus: Squeak, Squawk…UDO NO!, UDO BE QUIET, YOU GUYS WANNA GO OUT?, Squeak Squawk, (whistling of a police siren) UDO NO, YOU GUYS WANNA EAT?, Squeak, Squawk Zoo Keeper: Everyone be quiet! 30 seconds of peace. REPEAT ABOVE CHORUS.

After about 20 minutes of this, I couldn’t take it, I also could no longer tell the difference between Xena and Gus. Gus was having so much fun egging everyone on it could have gone on for hours. Xena ended up sleeping upstairs and she slept through the night. Now it is December 2009, a long time from Xena’s first night in what has become her permanent home. She has come a long way physically. She has gained almost 30 pounds, some of which is thick shiny healthy looking hair! She has not had an accident in the house for a month (fingers crossed). We got to attend an obedience class together. She is very attentive, very bright and eager to please. She makes fast friends with everyone she meets whether they are 2 or 4 legged -- even if they have bird legs. She has been in attendance at many area events and has made quite a splash with her friendly, gentle nature…and occasional sporty wardrobe!

Once again, I cannot say enough about HANC and its members. Xena’s future would have been questionable had she not been rescued from NHS. I received a tremendous amount of much-needed support, advice and guidance from Jocelyn, Brent & Marty regarding her care. Kudos also to VCA Animal Hospital, the staff there and Dr. Batenhorst. They treated Xena and continue to be thrilled at her progress! I am so happy that once again I have failed in the foster arena and Xena is part of our family!





Charlie, formerly Brownie, a former farm dog, is transitioning well to his new home. My husband and I were looking for a unique gentle companion for our two toddlers and were very interested in the Newfoundland breed. We were contacted about Brownie and within a week brought Brownie home with us. He did not respond to his name very well, so we renamed him Charlie.

He is well-tempered and gets along great with our two kids and the many friends and family that we have had stop by to see him. Charlie may be 5 but he is young at heart as he enjoys his 3+ walks a day. Besides walks, he spends most of his day sleeping, or being petted by his new family.

We have had to do very little training with him as he is very good with the word "no." He took a pizza off the counter his first night with us and has learned quickly not to counter-surf.

It was believed that Charlie would not like to be alone for long periods of time, but we have left him at home for a 4-hour period a couple times now and he takes that opportunity to sleep on our bed. For our first big snow of the year, we took Charlie out to our parents' acreage and let him roam while we went sledding behind the four-wheeler, and he chased us around the yard with excitement.

My parents came over to take us out to dinner so we would maybe be gone a good hour. We had no idea how Charlie was when inside by himself, but we knew that when he was outside too long he would jump on the side of the house and the back door so we came up with a plan. Instead of leaving him outside, we decided to baby-gate him into the hallway and one bedroom. We gave him a bone, which he has still never touched, closed the bathroom door, the other 2 bedroom doors, and put baby gates, stacked 2-high, to the entrance of the hallway. We gave him a medium sized dish with water and a blanket to lie on. We left and all looked good.

When we came home an hour later the top gate was knocked down, he was lying on the living room floor, he had obviously gotten into the bigger water dish for him in the kitchen, and the bathroom door was open with muddy paw prints in the bathtub. Our conclusion is that he finished the small dish of water we gave him, opened the bathroom door, toilet lid was down, so he jumped in the bathtub and licked up the water drops. Then, because he wasn't satisfied, he jumped over the baby gates but didn't quite clear the top one making it fall to the ground and he finally got what he wanted......a drink of water out of his gallon bucket. We then started leaving him out with all of the doors open when we leave to run errands and he does great. He just doesn't like closed doors.

We are so thankful to have Charlie as a new member to our family and will with no doubt give him lots and lots of love.

Tamara, Cory, Autumn, and Colby




We just wanted to let you know how unbelievably happy we are with Oso (formerly Snickers). He is amazing! He has adjusted so well to our home.

Within five minutes of his arrival, our 13-year-old kitty was giving him love rubs. It's been great! He has not even cried or wimpered once since he's been with us. I was expecting him to cry a little since he was in a new home and he hasn't at all. He is even sleeping in our bedroom without being in the crate. He wakes a couple times throughout the night to let us know he needs to go out and then goes back to sleep. We are truly in love.

He is a precious, smart, sweet little guy and we very much believe he was meant to be ours! Thank you so much for allowing us the gift of having him as part of our family! We are forever grateful!

Again, thanks so much...he's a blessing!

Mindi, Patrick, Oso, Roxy and Lily





Daisy and Abby

Daisy was a puppy with a major strike against her as a newborn when her mother stepped on her and dislocated her hip. The breeder didn't take her to the vet for treatment thinking that the hip had been crushed. Daisy has an unbelievable spirit. She compensated for her disability and does extremely well with mobility even at age 9. At some point she developed a cataract but has compensated for that as well. Of the three Newfies in the family she is the decided leader of the pack, sweet as sugar, loves to dig holes (unfortunately), and smart as can be. Daisy has been with me for a year and a half and has been a joyful,sparkly girl.

Abby came with Daisy and is only two weeks older than Daisy.The girls have been together since they were weanlings. When HANC asked me to foster them I immediately agreed. I had recently lost my Carmen and Sweet Sly and I were both in mourning. Once the girls were in my home it was very clear to me that they should not be separated at their advanced ages. SweetSly had perked up within three days of their arrival and they all got along perfectly. Abby is a beautiful,sweet, gentle, unassertive lady. She keeps her front legs crossed at the ankles when she is lying down just as though she is a Victorian lady. She is always last in and out of the door, and waits until Daisy and Sly have been petted before she asks for love and attention. They all three have their big beds in my bedroom and play musical beds throughout the night until they decide it is time to get up. Abby and Daisy are my morning alarm clock. All three of them tell me when it's time to eat and Sweet Sly tells me when it's time to go out before going to bed. Just for the record, I'm an "obedient" human to their timetable. Sweet Sly, Daisy and Abby join me in saying thank you to HANC Rescue for our wonderful family. We all have a new lease on life!

Pat W., Rogersville, MO




Wolfgang and Sousa

Wolfgang joined our family in 2005 at the age of one.

After we had moved into our house, there was some time before we would be able to get a dog. Greg spent that time researching what breed we would be interested in. Since he was going to be a teacher, the dog had to be good with kids. Greg plays the tuba, so of course the dog had to be big. My main requirement was that I wanted fuzzy. Good with kids +big+ fuzzy= NEWFOUNDLAND!

When we met Wolfgang at his foster parents’ home, it was obvious we were meant for him and he was meant for us. Even though we had some unexpected events the week-end we went to pick him up, Joel and Mary were very understanding and have proven to be great friends since.

Wolfgang loves to meet people and most people love to meet Wolfgang. It is impossible to be anonymous walking a brown Newfoundland. One might even say he is a local celebrity! Wolfgang has enjoyed walking around Gray’s Lake in Des Moines, going to the dog park, and walking around our neighborhood. But his absolute favorite is the Downtown Des Moines Farmers Market. If you want to see him happy and excited, just say the words “Farmer’s Market” any time during the summer.

Since being adopted by Wolfgang, we have helped the Heart of America Newfoundland Club with a few Newfie rescues. As a “veteran” Newfie family, it has been a blessing to see a great dog go to his forever home. And Wolfgang was a great foster brother. While life with Wolfgang has been great, we knew one day we would want to bring another Newfie home to stay.

When I saw the pictures of Sousa, I knew she had to be Wolfgang’s sister! Even though they are both brown, they have very distinct personalities. Wolfgang is the ultimate statesman while Sousa is more of the quintessential party girl. It is really fun to watch these two interact like any other siblings. We are looking forward to getting to know all the quirks of Sousa’s personality and doing all the fun things with her that we already do with Wolfgang. Watch out, Farmer’s Market! We have been doubly blessed to find two great family members who add so much to our lives. We have done things we never would have done and met people we never would have met without Wolfgang and Sousa.

Terri and Greg S., Des Moines






Moses came to HANR with little training and some fear issues from having been treated with a heavy hand. We first met Moses as he came to us as a foster dog looking for his forever home.

Although Moses had a difficult time trusting humans at first, he loved his canine family right away and he ended up becoming a permanent part of our family. It was a slow training process, but Moses is now four years old and you would not recognize him as the same untrained and overactive Newf that first came to our home.

Through positive training, help from our many friends in HANC, and a confident resident Newf to help show him the way, Moses has learned to be a sweet, well-behaved, and happy-go-lucky Newf. He has since participated in parades, holiday ceremonies, and attended the RenaissanceFair where he has been a great ambassador of the Newfoundland breed.

He has learned that things he loves come from people....things like treats, pets, ear rubs, and tummy scratches. He plays a mean game of tug-o-war with the other Newfs and can actually tell time. He lets me know when it is 5 o'clock every evening, without fail. Moses loves a good bone, to go on walks and loves a trip with Daddy through the Sonic drive-through.

Moses has been a wonderful addition to our family and happily accepted a Newf puppy into our pack a few months ago. He is a very tolerant big brother and is showing him the ropes. Although I wondered what I had gotten myself into when he first came to our home, he has been worth every moment of training together and taught us that love does conquer all!







We adopted Max through HANR rescue in the late summer of 2011. He had been fostered by volunteer Kris Y. She posted pics on Facebook and we just knew we wanted him to join our family. We met Kris at a park in northern Kansas to pick up Max. Kris let him out of her car and he ran across the park directly to me. Love at first sight!

He has been a joy to our lives ever since. That same week-end, we took Max to a water practice to see if he could and would swim and I was delighted to find out he loves the water.

Max joined our family, which includes Newfoundland dogs Bella and Haven, seamlessly. He and Bella are best friends and love to wrestle and play constantly. He loves to go on car rides. He successfully completed his beginning basic manners class and is about to finish his advanced class and will be taking his CGC test soon. We can't wait for summer, so we can get back in the water and start training for his WD.

Puppies are a lot of fun, but with so many adult dogs needing the love of a forever home we are so glad that we were blessed with the opportunity to take Max into our home and lives.

Barry & Stacy S.






Sage came into HANR rescue after being abandoned along with her brother Snickers. The pups were found wandering in the country and were taken in by a local farmer who contacted HANR. Sage went to Everett W. for fostering. Within 2 days Everett decided she "was a keeper" and adopted her.

Sage is coming along nicely, although currently she is something of a work in progress. I believe she is now about five months old. When I got , she was suffering from demodetic mange -- that is now cleared up and she is starting to get her coat back, is putting on weight and is starting to look like a Newfie.

She and Dori got along wonderfully from the start and enjoy playing Wreck the House. Later this month she'll be starting obedience training.














Here is a very happy Happy Tails story!

When we first met Shadow, she was less than a year old. She had very little experience living in a house and did not understand the rules of "potty outside" and "the ceiling fan is not going to get you" like our Newfs who have been raised indoors. We struggled with naming her, as we wanted a special name, but she followed Wendell around like she was his shadow, so the name stuck like glue. She provided Wendell with a playmate as his sister, Tiny, was aging and not interested in puppy play.

The two Newfs were inseparable after Tiny passed from this life. More recently a Landseer puppy has come to our home. His breeder was concerned that he had a heart murmur, but when it was found that he was perfectly healthy, he would be just right to be a younger sibling for Wendell and Shadow.

At this point, Wendell is very healthy, but at 7 he no longer plays like a puppy. Pinkerton keeps Shadow on her toes and as Shadow is the only female, she takes her role seriously. One minute they will be rolling in the yard playing, the next minute they are chasing each other and the next, Shadow is cleaning Pinkerton's ears. All the while, Wendell is barking and telling them both to "cut it out."

Every night at about 9:00 p.m., Shadow comes to us, to notify Ted and me that it is bed time. She stands in front of her crate which is located in our bedroom and asks to be let in. She will stay in there quietly all night. The boys sleep in the bedroom also, but don't enjoy the other crate that is left open,just in case someone wants to go in there. There are no longer accidents on the carpet and Shadow has NEVER chewed on anything but a toy. She is very sweet.

We are so happy to have her in our lives.

Melanie and Ted






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