Farley’s Friday: Small Town Livin’

Farley here,

You can’t see me, but I ‘m having lunch at the new sandwich deli in town. I’m sitting under a table, my butt is on Kristina’s feet, and I’m watching the day go by. I’m only allowed to eat from my dog dish, so I’m not actually having lunch, but the lovely deli staff brought me a bowl of water.

Check out the couple sitting on the bench. The lady is talking away and the dog is nodding politely.

“Psst,” I bark. “Come have some water.”

“Seriously, dude,” the dog barks back. “My human is telling a story.”

I chuckle, knowing he’d rather play than listen, but I get it and I leave him alone.

Dog on Bench

The thing to note is what a dog friendly place the town is. I’m at the deli and the other dog is on the city bench. Everyone is happy.

Woof Woof.

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7 thoughts on “Farley’s Friday: Small Town Livin’

  1. I too know how that dog feels my human will sometimes go on and on and I have to pretend to be interested. It’s what we do best, making them feel what they have to say is the most important thing we’ve heard. BOL

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