Paw in Mouth

I had just finished my second year of teaching. A colleague agreed to do some welding for me. I drove to his place one summer morning and carried the materials into his garage. Shorty after I arrived, a Newfoundland dog came over to me. He was friendly enough. I didn’t have to bend over to… Continue reading Paw in Mouth

My Uncle Snook

Yes, I had an Uncle Snook. That was his actual name. My dad had seven brothers and two sisters. They grew up in a Newfoundland outport. Abraham and Sarah died in infancy, so I never knew them. Dad was number three son and Snook was number five. It was also obvious that he had great… Continue reading My Uncle Snook