Actually, my ball of fluff weighed in at 180 lbs. We dieted her down to a svelte 160 lbs. which was a good thing, because, when she was 13 years old, she developed progressive paralysis of her hind legs. I used to pick up her back end wheelbarrow-style and walk her out to the backyard when I came home from work. (I weighed in at 101 lbs. then, but I lifted weights so it was OK.) We were so fortunate that she lived such a long life. She was a great dog and she loved camping. My camping buddies got her a big red bow so that nobody would mistake her for a bear. When we were on the road, one of the truck drivers at a rest stop said, “You need a saddle.” *Sigh*
I don't think I can live without a dog and at my age couldn't start out with another one...I have told her, nose to nose I have to go first, so she better get strong...so I put her in the hands of St. Francis, patron saint of animals...
I know Newfies are large, that was one huge ball of fluff...I get a picture in my mind of you wheelbarrowing her outside...she knew you loved her, you'd have to to do that for her....:O)