Claude Spencer, origionally from Whitbourne, moved to Sudbury many years ago, but never forgot his Newfoundland roots, and never lost his Newfoundland wit and ingenuity. He was sitting in his rec room one day having a few brews with his buddies. They were all dog owners and were each bragging about their dogs. Gus was an engineer, and claimed his Boxer was the smartest of all the dogs. "T-Square," he said, "do your thing." The Boxer went over to the desk, took a pen and a piece of paper and drew a circle, a square, and a triangle. They all agreed that was pretty good. Lester was an accountant, and claimed his Cocker Spaniel was the smartest. "Spreadsheet, do your stuff," he said. With that, the dog went to the cupboard, got twelve cookies, and divided them into four piles of three cookies each. They all agreed thats pretty impressive. Alonzo, the chemist, claimed his Yorkshire Terrier was the smartest. "Measure, do your thing," he said. The dog went to the fridge, took out a two litre carton of milk, got a ten ounce glass out of the cupboard, and poured exactly eight ounces of milk into the glass without spilling a drop. Again, they were all impressed. Claude decided it was time to show them what his Newfoundland dog could do. "Skipper, do your stuff," he said. Skipper promptly ate the cookies, drank the milk, crapped on the paper, humped the other three dogs, claimed he injured his back while doing so, filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions, put in for Workmans Compensation, opened a beer, and turned on the hockey game. "Good boy," said Claude. "Good boy."