Farley here,
Whew . . . It’s been a long doggy week.
We drove from Ontario to British Columbia. My humans had no room in the car for my crate so I had to sleep in the closet.
Just to be clear, they didn’t make me, but I like to hide my head when I’m sleeping and the only thing I could find was this ironing board.
Really, the things I put up with.
Woof woof.
Farley here,
Can you believe I caught all these fish? Me either. But I did help. And a fishing guide helped to. He was amazing.
He knew all the rules, he knew where to find the fish, he knew where everyone should drop their hook, and he how deep the lure should go.
So you’re wondering what I did to help. Well, I barked every time someone in the boat cast their rod. I barked when the fish came on board. I barked when the fish jumped out of the net and hit my nose. So basically, I barked.
Oh, and the guide cleaned the fish too.
Too bad I don’t like the taste, but everyone else seemed to.
Woof Woof.
Farley Here,
I’m a land dog again. No more water for a while. I’m driving across Canada from Ontario to British Columbia.
Now that’s a lot of hours in the car, but I get a long walk in the morning before we hit the road.
Several stops during the day. Like here . . .
And then, there are B&Bs that take dogs. This one is great. They even had a dog of their own that I could play with.
I think I’m going to like life on land. It seems to be one adventure after another.
Woof Woof.
P.S. Northern Ontario is beautiful.
Farley here,
Life just keeps getting better.
My human, Kristina, doesn’t usually let me stick my nose out of an open window in a car. I don’t know what she’s thinking. Maybe she’s forgotten the window is open. Maybe she thinks because we are in a small town, it’s safe for me. Who knows what goes on in a human mind? Besides the human, of course. Although somethings I think they don’t know either.
Now for you dogs who’ve never put your head out the window, it’s amazing.
We drive by a guy driving his car and eating a hamburger. Yummy smells.
The next lady is having ice cream.
After that, it’s a piece of pizza.
I guess cars substitute for a dining room?
I love the way the wind feels on my face. It makes me squint, which makes me use my eyes less and my nose more.
I think being a dog is the greatest.
Woof Woof.
Woof Woof, Farley here.
I love cats. I really do. But this is too much.
Do you ever see me sitting on furniture let alone at the dinning room table?
Do you ever see me looking longingly at food while my humans are eating.
I think not.
This is Natasha. Apparently she’s higher up in the pack list than me. She gets to have dinner with my peeps.
And then there’s Boris. He gets to have desert at the table.
That makes me third on the list.
I’m going to have to change things, and fast!
Woof Woof.
Farley here.
Ah, it’s fun to be in Canada again. Even thought I sold my boat . . . yeah I know, my humans sold Mattina . . . I still spend time boating.
And my Canadian boat goes fast. No more 8 knots over ground stuff. My hair is flying, and did I mention Kristina is letting me grow it long, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
But wait, we rip by a field full of cows. The smells are incredible. I just don’t understand why my humans don’t stop and smell the cows!
Also, they should stop making me go tubing and swimming in the middle of the lake. Not my thing 🙂
Woof Woof
Farley here,
I may not have a boat anymore, but I still have to lifeguard.
Here’s how I spent my Canada day. I thought this land life was going to be all about relaxing.
I guess my role as Captain Safety is never ending.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
I was born in the fall of 2008. In July of 2009, I moved on Mattina. She’s a catamaran and is great for dogs. The only life I remember is on my sailboat. I’m a cruising dog. I love running free on the beach. I get to chase crabs.
I think I’m a key part of our pack, but how come I don’t get a say in key decisions! Mathew and Kristina just laid a whopper on me.
They sold Mattina. How could they without asking me? You heard me right. They sold my sailboat.
“Why?” I bark at Kristina.
“Don’t us that tone with me,” she says.
I sit in my most handsome way, roll my eyes up at her, and lay my head on her lap. “But why?” I whine while my tail swishes back and forth on the floor. “I’m sad.”
“Don’t you remember living in the mountains?” she asks.
“Sort of,” I say in my low growl. I’m very suspicious of this.
“Don’t you remember Joe?”
My ears perk up and I peak around at the scene on her laptop. There he is. I remember him. I tilt my head to Kristina.
She smiles. “I see you do. There are lots of dogs and lots of off leash time. You’ll be fine.”
And I will be.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
Culture shock. That’s what I have. I spend months in the Bahamas off leash, running around, digging holes in the sand, and swimming off the beach.
We get to Florida, and I have to wear a leash. I think that’s a bit humiliating. I don’t run away – okay sometimes I might get distracted and chase a squirrel, but I stay in sight.
This is me looking tough. I’m trying to tell Kristina with eye contact alone that I don’t need a leash.
Does she listen?
Nope.
On goes the leash. I just don’t understand this leash law deal. I’m a good dog.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
My human is home.
Playing on the beach, I heard a noise. I know that voice, I thought. I looked left, looked right and there she was. Yay.
I’m was soooo happy I jumped on her. Now, I’m not allowed to jump on people, but I could see Kristina felt guilty about leaving me, so she hugged me instead of telling me to sit. I still don’t get where she went. Humans are strange sometimes.
Life is good again.
Woof Woof.
Kristina Stanley 