Rescued by Newfoundlanders

Rescued by Newfoundlanders

In my last blog I wrote about the warmth and kindness of Newfoundlanders.

A prime example of this Newfoundland kindness came upon us when Glenn and I were driving with our three rescue dogs up by the Cape near Bonavista.

Newfoundland’s Cape sits along the ocean with huge majestic cliffs and grasslands as far as the eye can see filled with horses, cows, and sheep.

We started down a narrow side-road that curved into 15 or so sheep calmly blocking our way.

Glenn and I had just learned that our sweet “horribly abused, terrified-of-everything rescued German Shepherd hates sheep (another story) and went wild with the other two dogs inside the car.

Facing real bodily harm from our beloved dogs we decided backing up fast was the best option.

As we did a speedy, miss-judged 3 point turn-around on this narrow bit of dirt, our car suddenly tipped sideways to the right threatening to continue rolling over into a small gulch of rocks, dirt and water.

We fortunately had our seatbelts on but the dogs did not and were thrown to the right-sheep forgotten. Glenn and I were helpless. Not a soul around.

On the driver’s side gravity made the car door too heavy to open. Glenn’s passenger door could open with the resulting action of gravity throwing Glenn and the three dogs out of the car and straight into jagged rocks and water.

Suddenly a man, up on his toes, was looking at me through the driver’s window (yes, I admit I was the offending driver) telling me in his thick Newfoundland dialect “don’t you worry me love we’ll get you out.”

This lovely man convinced me the car would not continue to roll and helped me climb out on the highest hanging part of the car.

I watched (out of the car now) as local Newfoundlanders walked purposely towards our hanging car. It was an amazing site. One minute no one. The next minute – women and men together or separate, pulling over on the road above and on mass, without a word, came straight for us. It felt mystical.

Within moments these wonderful Newfoundlanders – 15 men and women, started pushing, pulling and lifting the car back onto all 4 tires. Once done, these humble Newfoundlanders simply drifted away as if they had not been there in the first place.

The car was now upright and as we sat safe in our slightly damaged car, our dogs nuzzling us for lots of pats. Yes – of course I was back in the driver’s seat and yes I backed away from the gulch and made the turn successfully not backing into the other little gulch behind me.

Our thoughts were on the people of our community in Bonavista.

We wanted to thank everyone for his and her help. It seems that coming to the rescue to a Newfoundlander, is like breathing. It is in their genetic make-up and a very normal reaction for them. Modesty is another wonderful quality.

Glenn and I realized the only way we could thank all these people for their genuine Newfoundland kindness was to put it on Cable TV. We did.

Only made in Newfoundland!

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