Farley here,
Do you know where my ball went?
Kristina lobbed it over my head and across the field. What I don’t understand is why she threw the ball when I was still on leash. I don’t think she was paying attention. She tossed it. I ran. She fell when I jerked the leash.
I looked back for a second, just to check she was okay, and then kept running. I had my eye on the bright orange ball as it flew through the air. I was concentrating hard. And then . . . in an instant it disappeared.
No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it.
Can someone mail me another ball? By the way, Kristina wasn’t hurt during the production of this blog.
Woof Woof.
Kristina Stanley 
Is that Farley or an ostrich? Great photo!
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Thank. I could be an ostrich for Halloween. Do you have my ball?
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Next time you visit, Farley, I will have a ball for you!
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I’m wagging my tail to say thank you.
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I have a tennis ball! Poor Farley. Hope a ball appears soon!
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I like tennis balls. I’ll tell Kristina to get me one. Thanks for the idea.
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Luna says woof by the way
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I would mail you a ball if I had your address. When the snow melts it will appear
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What??? The snow is going to melt. I love the snow. I’ll give up my ball if I can keep the snow.
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Oh, do send some of that white stuff our way! Love the picture.
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I don’t have much white stuff left, but I could put a little in the mail for you.
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