Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Wears A Collar

Farley here,

I have a little cut on my leg. How I got it, I don’t know. Kristina cleans my wound and rubs on something she calls antibiotic cream. Not so bad really, but then I see her sneak back into the my medical kit, yes I have my own medical kit on Mattina, and I know what’s coming.

I run along the port side of Mattina and jump on the tramp.

“No, no, no,” I bark.

Kristina is coming with the dreaded cone of shame. She reaches the tramp . . .

But I’m faster. I run along the starboard side, jump into the cockpit, scamper into the main salon and launch myself onto the port bed. Now, I’m not allowed up there, so I know I’ve made mistake. I’ve cornered myself.

“Stop,” I bark. “I won’t lick my cut. I promise.”

But nope, Kristina grabs my front paws and drags me off the bed.

“Pretty please,” I whine in my nicest voice. “Don’t make me wear that.”

Well, you can see how that worked out for me.

Here I sit, looking silly.

Farley with cone

Don’t tell Kristina, but this thing is actually pretty comfortable when I’m lying down. I have my own personal pillow that goes everywhere with me.

Woof Woof.

8 thoughts on “Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Wears A Collar

  1. All my dog friends seem to like that type of collar. It is as you say, a personal pillow.i Some dogs are still stuck wearing those plastic cones they call e collars. YUK!! Talk about humiliating!!!

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    1. Take it from a girl dog, you ARE handsome. Hey Farley we had 14′ of snow yeaterday. I am going to post a snow pic of the path my human made from the house to the barn. She said it looks like the Jews walking through the parted Red Sea.

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