Named for the Canadian province where it originated, the Newfoundland’s webbed feet, rudder-like tail, and water-resistant coat make it a natural swimmer. But over the centuries it is the dog’s devotion to people that has made it a hero. The plucky breed is credited for pulling so many people in distress from the water that it has earned its nickname “lifeguard dog.”
Following an instinctive urge to rescue people in need, Newfoundlands use big, powerful strokes to swim out to a person in trouble and they use their large mouths to grab and tow someone to the safety of the shore.
If a swimmer is unconscious, the dogs have been taught to grab the person’s upper arm in their mouth. This rolls the person onto his back, keeping his face out of the water.
Newfoundlands do all this by training. But they also seem to instinctively know when people are in danger of drowning and don’t have to be prompted to spring into action, according to breeders.
These innate abilities were so widely respected in the 1800s that the dogs were considered “required lifesaving equipment” along the coast of England.
From Beaches to Boats
The Newfoundland’s strong swimming skills and intelligence also earned it a job on European and American sailing vessels. In 1919, when a ship called Ethie ran aground off the Canadian coast, historians credit a Newfoundland named Tang for saving the entire crew. The massive dog is said to have jumped into the turbulent sea and swam to shore with the ship’s rope in his mouth. People on the beach secured the line and used it to bring all 92 crewmembers safely to safety.
Tang’s good deed didn’t go unnoticed. Historians say the dog received a medal for bravery from the famous insurance company, Lloyds of London, which it wore for the rest of its life.
While many things have changed in the world since the Ethie sank, the Newfoundland’s uncanny ability to know when people need help has not.
In 1995 Boo and his owner were out for a stroll along the Yuba River in Northern California. As they made their way around a bend, the 10-month old dog spotted trouble. Without hesitation, he dove into the water and swam toward a man, who was holding onto a red gas can, desperately trying to stay afloat in the swollen current. Boo grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him safely to shore.
The man was a deaf-mute and couldn’t call for help, said Janice Anderson, Boo’s breeder. He had fallen into the river while gold dredging.
“Boo had no formal training in water rescue,” explained Anderson, a Newfoundland breeder for 30 years. “It was just instinct. He picked up on the fact that there was someone in distress and then dealt with the situation.”
The Newfoundland Club of America, in Cheyenne, Wyoming, awarded Boo a medal for his heroism in 1996.
Water Search Dogs
Today only a few Newfoundlands officially work as lifeguards. In England, Bear helps train teen lifeguards at the Cotswolds Water Park. In Italy, Mas has been coached by trainer Ferugio Pelenga to leap from helicopters into the ocean to rescue people from drowning. And in the United States, Moby, a crew member on Rapture Marine Expeditions in California, watches up to 150 young people on board at a time.
Newfoundlands are one of the most versatile of all dogs that work. In addition to saving people from drowning, their sweet disposition and gentle nature shines through in therapy work. The breed’s beauty and brawn has also made it a successful competitor in the show ring as well as in drafting, obedience, and water trials.
In keeping with the breed’s love of water, Nicki Gundersen of Lenexa, Kansas, found the perfect job for Calvin. The 10-year-old black Newfoundland is a trained water search dog and uses his powerful sense of smell to locate bodies of drowned victims.
“The fact that we can help people bring some closure in an unhappy situation is a bonus, Gundersen said of the volunteer work.
Newfies are good in this field because they don’t need to be trained how to swim, or overcome a fear of water, like some other breeds. While there are no official numbers on how many Newfoundlands are certified in water search-and-recovery, Gundersen estimates there are less than 50 throughout the United States.
The Kansas resident responds to several calls each year, most of which are alcohol-related boating and swimming accidents.
In this part of the country Calvin’s skills are especially needed because the lakes and rivers have silt bottoms, which makes the water black. Dive teams have limited visibility underwater and need help narrowing down where to look.
These highly trained canines also make recovery efforts go faster. Gundersen recalled one case where a man had been dared to swim across a turbulent river but didn’t make it to the other side. The victim’s family and park rangers searched eight hours for the man. No luck. Then Calvin was called. It took the dog 45 minutes to locate the body.
At the scene of an accident, Calvin doesn’t jump into the water and search for the victim. Instead, the 125-pound (47-kilogram) dog rides in a small inflatable boat, sniffing the water’s surface for oil and skin particles that have risen to the top.
When Calvin picks up the scent, he barks once or twice. Gundersen concentrates the search in that area until Calvin scratches at the bottom of the boat, indicating he has found the victim. A dive team is then sent to retrieve the body.
i am nott bob jonson’s dawg.
poppa spendz to mutch timeon the puter.
You should ask poppa to put a photo of you on his blog instead of that creepy frog thing in a vest.
My first thougth too.
For a dog you look very intelligent.
Have you read “Timbuktu” by Paul Auster?
I could swear that is you on the cover.
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Now that was a nice little gem to get my mind off of politics and all other stressors! My Buddy (cat) is full of love and makes me swoon, but she’s not as lovably photogenic as BooDog. When I’ve spent too much time working or on this site, Buddy ever so gently reaches up to my chair, and lightly taps me on my arm. (As in, “Hey Mommy! I need me some lovin'”!)
Well, if we’re to get into dog blogging, this is Bart. He will not rescue you if you are drowning. He will, however, if he likes you, lean against you.
Looks like the picture disappeared. Oh well.
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when dogs lean on me. I don’t know why, exactly, but it seems very sweet. The big dogs I’ve owned usually do it when they can’t figure out quite what’s going on. I also had a dog (a best-dog-in-the-world Aussie) who would sit on my feet when she was really feeling insecure.
It’s a Rottweiler thing. Almost all of them do it. Bart’s a Rottweiler x who-knows-what mix, but he’s a leaner. Has toppled a couple of folks.
Handsome devil is he!
Great breed, very intelligent, loyal, and thrive on excercise…how do you keep him occupied?
long walks, picnics in the park, romantic grooming, flattery, and lots of milk-bones.
Feebee here. How cann I gets Cabbingurl offn the puterr? I am sttarting to luk lyke a puppy of the korn from lying under her chaire tu long…
No offense intended to the amphibian community.
is a detective. His weapon is his nose.
The Frog is prey.
My cat Sue Boo.
I’m pretty damn sure if I was drowning, he’d sit on the bank of creek and lick his butt. But I love him anyway!
I am reduced to coveting my neighbor’s dog. Sigh. Alas the lease has a no pets clause.
He is a handsome devil.
This is T-rex the goldfish(what can I say, my son likes dinosaurs), if he saw you drowning he would probably be thinking that you were dropping in for a visit.
It’s one of the photo’s the breeder sent so it’s about a year old.
I also have 2 cats and a ferret but I only have crappy cell pictures of them.
I’ve always loved big dogs. The bigger the better. Probably because when I was a child a neighbor had a St. Bernard that pulled a cart up and down the street and I thought that was so very cool. This was in the `50s. Ever since I’ve wanted a big dog. Unfortunately my husband is allergic, although we used to have a Siberian Husky and he did okay with her. But I’d sure love to have a Newfoundland around. So, how many cats do you have to feed him a week to keep him healthy and his coat, shiny? That was just a joke so don’t get all hot and bothered Boo-people. I like cats too (and that, by the way, is another animal my husband sneezes around). Anyway, I was just seeing anyone was still awake.
to be a reply to yours. Awake, yes. Alert, no.
Are you still? I’m so bad with this nightowl thing.
Here’s some more pets – some of the ones that live at my house. As you can see, the cats are terrified of the dog. BoDog makes the most amazing sounds – especially when he howls. But sometimes he just makes interesting noises.
My daughter rescued him from a Bad Home, so he’s a little insecure. He’s a leg leaner, too. If I were drowning, I don’t think he’d be able to rescue me – but he’d be very worried and upset that he couldn’t.
Very cute animal friends you have there.
When I was first married we had seven cats and two dogs. The reason we had seven cats is that there was a stray at my husband’s workplace. He eventually brought her home to live with us. She was pregnant. We named her Flute and all her kittens, her little notes.
Our Husky was a rescue. The man who bred a litter of Siberians lived a couple of blocks from us and mistreated the pups. He’d kick them when they’d get close and throw their food at them so the pups would have to fight for their share. Creepy guy. Anyway, he was having trouble getting rid of them because they looked so bad. They had scabs on their ears from awful flies that bit and chewed on those poor pups. We talked him into giving us several and we found homes for two and kept one.
The dog we kept was afraid of people, of course why wouldn’t she be…she was abused by one. We worked hard to social her by taking her with us everywhere we could. Our other dog, a Husky/Shepard mix was a little jealous at first but they soon became buddies and inseparable. It was helpful we had another dog. Since she was initially afraid of us, at least she had a dog friend to nuzzle. In a few months she was a different animal. Very gentle with children. We had her for fifteen years. I still miss her fuzzy face.
weren’t that badly mistreated, but my daughter was still pretty upset by what was going on. She dognapped the female puppy, and then a few weeks later when she heard they were moving (and suspected that those people would just abandon their other pets), she marched over to their house and basically said, “I know you don’t want to take your animals with you when you move, so hand over the pet food and the vet records and I’ll take them.”
She got the pet food, but wasn’t really surprised that they “couldn’t find” the vet records. She’s found homes for any number of needy animals, including talking me into taking Bo. All of my friends gave me a hard time about taking him, but I’m glad I didn’t listen. He’s a real sweety and even minds me – unlike the brainless miniature dachshund. Who is, needless to say, another one of her rescue jobs.
I’m on Central time, so I really am going to have to call it a night now.
I had a Siberian, a Save from the pound. Literally, on the last day, at the last minute. She lived to be about 15-1/2 and died a couple of years ago. I still miss her.
Your husband’s dog allergy may be dog-specific. I know someone like that–can’t be near some dogs, and others are just fine with him.
which my wife says is because I grew up with a black cocker spaniel (named Charcoal) in my crib, and the relative size today of a Newf and me would reproduce that part of my infancy!! That said, we have explored the topic, and I have to sadly conclude that at this point it would not be responsible for me to have a dog — during soccer season I am gone for 12 or more hours a day. So even if the 4 (and perhaps soon 5) rescued cats didn’t freak, no dogs unless I either give up soccer or we move closer to school (neither of which seems likely).
One my closest friends was the Shetland Sheepdog we had for 13 years. Yes, this did overlap with my teaching, but by then she was fully grown, and that was only for about a year or so while i was teaching middle school – in those days i would leave for school by 5:30 but my wife would not leave home until around 8 or 9, and i would be home no later than 6, so it was not a problem.
The picture of the Newf makes me long for a dog — they are such sweet animals. Oh well — we do have the 4 ( and perhaps soon 5) rescued cats.
for you to think about the time you leave a dog alone. Newfs are especially traumatized by separation. My Newf destroyed my record collection, a bunch of books, as well as other spiteful and unmentionable acts as a pup.
Newfs also love cats. I mean, really, love cats.
And children.
Also, you can use the word Newf as a substitute for any verb. It’s fun.
“Sweetie, has Boo been on his newf yet?”
“Ew, I’ve got slobber on me, I’ve been newfed!”
etc.
Now THAT’s a “Big Moose Puppy Love Muffin”
(working -mostly not – title to a kiddy book I have floating in my head)
Black Labrador – Shinobi
Black Mojo Rescue Cat – Kitty
tons of goldfish – Monty Pythons fish scene “Morning!”
Peruvian (aka often tangly longhaired hippie) guinea piggie – Lucy
My cat Bear. Bear came from a shelter on Mercer Island, WA … he’d been found in front of the humane shelter in Bellevue, WA. (This is his adoption photo from 1999, but he looks much the same now.) Bear now lives with me and Althea, a stray who lived under an office building near Walmart. Bear and Althea hate each other. I’ve given up all hope that they’ll ever be friends. Althea raised beautiful kittens under that building, and they’ve been adopted out through a local shelter.
(I was supposed to pick up Althea from the vet after she was spayed, and release her at the building complex near Walmart. But she’s too tame! So … yeah, you know the rest of the story …. I don’t have a photo of Althea yet.)
This is Riley, in the snow of the Olympic mountains. Riley lives with Tom Bihn, his wife Sunga and their NEW kitty, Midnight. Midnight was a stray in my neighborhood. We got him neutered and his fight wounds cleaned. Tom came over to meet Midnight, and decided he liked him. Tom then brought Riley over, and Riley and Midnight instantly liked each other! They live together at Tom’s home now, and touch noses and engage in loving head butts.
Here’s my sweeties, La Diva Inti (foreground) and Yma Sumac (to the right, partially visible). They’re guinea pigs, aka cavies.