Farley here,
Every Saturday, off we go to the Farmers Market. Usually, my humans stop and chat with people, and I sit politely and wait. There’s a lot of blah, blah, blah. But then I hear,
“Blah, blah blah, Can I pet him?”
And I know I’m in for some lovin’.
But even better than that, last Saturday, I stopped and chatted with my friends. The humans waited while we sniffed and wagged and spoke in our secret language.
What’s our secret? I’ll never tell…
Tomorrow is another day at the market.
Woof woof
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I see the social graces of properly meeting each other is all and well in Canada. Humans never understand our “from behind ” approach
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I’m very practiced in my social skills. Although sometimes I misinterpret an aggressive move. I can’t seem to pick up on those. I think everyone is nice.
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Dear Farley,
Communicating with our friends is VERY important, no matter what language we speak. Right! So glad your humans waited for the “Chat Fest Finale” before they took you away!
Woof Woof.
Joan
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Woof Woof, Joan. My humans are awesome. They like me to be happy.
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Glad your secret was not revealed–just yet. I’ll keep coming back to see if it slips out later.
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Maybe next week I’ll share 🙂
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Farley, I would give you some lovin;, you sweet dog.
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I am sweet, aren’t I? At least I try to be.
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