Farley’s Friday: Toys For A Wheaten Terrier

Farley here.

Kristina and Matt are getting ready to leave the country for months on end, and there seems to be an endless supply of presents for me.

A delivery person arrives almost daily and gives me a box.

I can hear him coming, step by step, along the dock . . . I can tell by the smell it’s him.

“He’s here. He’s here,” I bark.

Kristina opens the door for me and let’s me greet him. The guy comes so often he knows my name.

He hands over my present. “Thanks,” I bark.

Kristina always takes out whatever is in the box, like I care. But then . . . I get to rip the box apart, making a mess, shredding cardboard. The sound is so satisfying.

Farley and the Box

Once I’m done, I just have to wait until he comes back with my next box. Who knows why I keep getting presents, but Kristina says it’s something about no stores where we are going and we have to get prepared.

Woof Woof.

Farley and box 2

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9 thoughts on “Farley’s Friday: Toys For A Wheaten Terrier

  1. You are a lucky dog to have a thoughtful human. With all they have to remember to pack for themselves they also remembered not only your food but those all important toys that we need to keep us from going crazy with boredom. Have fun and keep in touch when you have email service. Love M.J.

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    1. Hmm. I can guess which friend you are talking about and I can see her doing just that. Now that I think about it, she spends so much time with Farley, people on the beach thought Farley lived on Different Drummer.

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