Welcome To Sherman Week. It’s Kind Of Like Shark Week But Cuter and Fluffier

Welcome to Sherman Week!

It’s kind of like Shark Week but cuter and fluffier!

This week this blog and all of our social media sites will be solely devoted to Sherman because on Friday Mr. Sherman turns 8!

It’s a big birthday for my big boy and since my birthday post for him last year was totally lame I decided I needed to make it up to him and devote a whole week gushing over him.

I don’t know if it’s just me or if every Newfie owner takes a deep breath when their Newf turns 8.

I’ve taken my deep breath and I’m ready to move on and start enjoying senior life with Sherman.

He’s got a little bit of grey on his muzzle, a small limp and he sometimes groans like he’s 125 years old but other than that I’m pretty proud to say that Senior Sherman has a lot of pep left in his step. I would go as far to say that Sherman is actually doing better as he approaches 8 then he was when he was approaching 7.

I remember when we drove to Michigan to get Sherman.

It was the worse drive ever because the weather was horrible and we had no idea where we were going. I was excited and terrified all at the same time.

Alright. I thought I was going to die. I was going to die on the way to get my new puppy that I had waited years for and then he would be homeless and I would be dead.

Luckily my husband is a great driver in extreme weather conditions and I survived and when we finally got to Sherman I immediately fell in love with him but Sherman did not feel the same way about me.

I sat in the back seat with him the whole ride home and he never once looked at me. He sat as far away from me as he possibly could without falling out of the car. If I would try to scoot closer to him he would squish up against the door.

He wanted nothing to do with me.

My husband kept telling me to relax but I was already convinced that Sherman hated us.

Going into getting Sherman I was made aware that he was one of the shyer pups out of the litter but I wasn’t expect this at all.

It didn’t get much better when we got home either.

For 3 days Sherman laid in the corner and would barely look at us and when he did look at us he had the look of disgust in his eyes.

I was convinced I had ruined this poor little fluff balls life by taking him away from his family.

Finally, and I can’t remember what changed, but Sherman began to slowly come out of his corner more and more each day.

I could finally breather a sigh of relief and the rest is history.

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