Cali helps Kristina write her novel.
Jasper getting himself psyched up to set the table. Wouldn’t want to rush or anything.
Me doing the laundry. Okay, so I needed a nap before washing the clothes. Who am I to make fun of Jasper.
Woof Woof.
Dogs
Farley’s Friday: A Five Dog Weekend
Farley here.
How does a Wheaten Terrier cope in a small space with four other dogs?
I’m the wheaten in the photo. The dogs with me are a lab/springer mix, and two Australian Shepherd/Poodles mixes. Callie, the Jack Russell is below. She refused to have her photo taken with us because she was too busy napping in the pillows.
So we were on a boat but who invited the thunder storm? Smudge (Lab/Springer) and I don’t like them. The other dogs didn’t care.
Five dogs and only a couple of snapping incidents – not by me because, as you know, I’m perfect. One of the Australian Shepherd’s snapped at Smudge. Smudge, being a lab, just ignored the dog. I hid behind Kristina’s legs. I don’t like conflict. The humans all talked about how to stop aggression in dogs. The conclusion. Someone has to the be the alpha and take control. I didn’t get whether that meant a dog alpha or a human alpha. All I know is I’m not the alpha. It’s all so confusing.
We swam, we ran, we got wet, then we had to stay on the back deck until we were dry. All the human’s got to go inside and warm up. but not us. Oh, except the spoilt one. Callie gets cold, so she got to join in side and bury herself on the couch. And you thought all this time, I was the spoilt one.
Woof, woof.
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Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Terrier at the Cottage
Farley here.
The summer is coming to an end and that means all my peeps go back to their own lives. The kids go back to school and get too busy for me. Not to mention, they live in different parts of Canada. I get to go to the Bahamas, which is great, but I’m still sad about the pack dispersing.
I don’t understand kids. They’re always in the water. No matter how hard I bark at them to stay on land, they jump in. This time, they took a camera.
“Get out of the water,” I bark in my frantic manner.
They laugh and swim deeper. Now I’m not sure they can hear me when they’re under water, but I bark more anyway.
They get the giggles and have to surface, but not before taking this odd photo of me!
It gets worse. I told you about tubing, well now they want to water ski too. I make sure I get in the boat and can at least bark safety instructions. Why oh why do kids like water? It’s just too stressful for me.
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: When a Dog Visits
Farley here.
After a wild weekend of playing with my new girlfriend, Jersey, I had to nap. Jersey is a 10 month old Portuguese Water Dog. And don’t you think she has the best hair ever?
If you have a visiting dog, make sure they play nice and can share. Once a a golden doodle visited me and snarled and snapped when I tried to take her bone. After that incident, my humans supervise the first time I play with another dog’s toy. Jersey didn’t have that problem.
Being young, Jersey has trouble settling down. The humans picked up every shoe they could find and placed them on the railing. Ha, don’t they know dogs are patient? All Jersey had to do was wait for her moment, and then, and here’s where she gets a bit silly, she runs straight to the closest human and shows her prize.
This is me chasing Jersey away from the shoes. Okay, it looks likes she’s got the upper hand, but I saved her first by distracting her from the shoes.
Jersey didn’t listen very well and didn’t seem to care when the humans got all excited. She even knocked over a table. Kristina is strange – she just laughs at it all and says she likes having other dogs around.
When another dog is visiting, especially a puppy, the house needs to be dog-proofed. No food can be left on counters, no chemicals can be left out, for sure put away your favourite shoes, and don’t forget dogs love to chew leather so any electronics with a leather cover should be out of reach too.
Don’t leave young dogs alone with children. They don’t know how to be gentle yet. Don’t let the dogs eat in the same room as another dog. I don’t mind other dogs eating my food, but some dogs growl a me if I go near their bowl.
But really,having said all that, how could you not love a dog with hair like Jersey’s?
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: A Dog Dreams Of Sailing in the Bahamas
Farley here.
I had a dream last night, and I thought you’d like to see what I look like in my dream.
I dreamt about the Bahamas and sailing on my Lagoon 380 catamaran (with my humans of course).
Why am I dreaming? My papers arrived. Here’s how it works. Kristina sends $10 to the Bahamas with a form telling the lovely Bahamian people all about me. Then they decide whether I can enter the country, and I’m so wonderful I don’t see how they could refuse.
They mail back my visa along with a receipt for the $10, that’s US dollars by they way.
Right before we sail to the Bahamas from Florida I have to go to a vet. I don’t really like this part, but I have to have a health certificate. That doesn’t seem fair because my humans don’t need one.
Then we set sail across the Gulf Stream. I don’t like sailing overnight. I just can’t go to bed until Kristina does and she likes the midnight to 4 am shift. I try to convince my humans to only sail to Bimini. We can get there before dark and I get a good night sleep.
Once we arrive, my humans visit customs with my papers and then I’m set for the season. It’s a great deal – $10 for an entire year.
Now all I have to do is wait until November and we can get going.
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: Can Dogs go Tubing?
Farley Here,
I’m the kind of dog who likes to be included in every activity.
It’s summer. We’re in Canada at the Lake. There’s a boat. There’s a tube. There’s flat water.
I know what’s coming.
“Can I go? Can I go? Can I go?” I bark.
Kristina rolls her eyes at me. Yes, she actually rolls her eyes. I take that to mean my question is so silly it doesn’t warrant an answer.
But I’m too smart for her, and I jump before she can get me.
One of my humans, Oliver, doesn’t seem to mind sharing the tube with me, but here comes Kristina.
I’m thinking, boo hoo, it’s back to the dock for me, but she surprises me and lets me come in the boat for the adventure.
At least I get to howl at the kids with they fly behind the boat.
Humans are silly and they do silly things.
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: How to Stop a Dog From Begging
Farley here.
My humans trained me not to beg by never feeding from the table. This means at all meals and even happy hour if you can believe it.
There are advantages for me and not just my humans:
- I get to attend happy hours with my owners.
- I get to sleep under the dinning room table while they eat – as long as I don’t even look at them.
- They save me yummy tidbits to have in my bowl later.
- I’m very svelte – and you know I’m very sensitive about my looks.
- l never (okay rarely) get tummy aches.
So what I don’t get it why this guy no only got to eat at happy hour, he got to eat right out of the nut bowl.
Was he scolded? Did they make him sit in the corner?
No. The humans thought he was cute and let him return time after time to fill his cheeks and take the nuts away.
Could someone explain this to me?
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: Dog Allergies
Farley Here,
Woof Woof
I’m still at the lake, but guess what? I have a visitor. Hailey is a Doodle who’s the same age as me but way more into mischief. She’s spending the weekend and thinks she owns the place. Look what she’s doing to me.
Now I don’t’ mind this rough play, but all the humans get excited when we play indoors. We keep getting in trouble and sent outside.
Hailey may be the trouble maker, but I’m the smarter one. When Kristina puts out my food, I eat it before Hailey has a chance to get near it.
Hailey likes to munch all day and leaves her bowl full of food – right on the ground – right in front of me. So I grab every opportunity and eat her food. She doesn’t care. She knows her humans will put out more.
Kristina scolds me for eating Hailey’s food.
“What?” I bark and look all innocent.
“You know you have allergies.”
“Allergies Schmallergies,” I bark. “This food is tasty.”
I do behave and leave the food dish. But ah ha! I found Hailey’s food bad. And when no one is looking . . .
And then I remember. I’m allergic to wheat. My feet itch. My ears itch. And now I’m not so happy about eating Hailey’s food.
Kristina gives me a benadryl, and I start to feel better. Then I need ear drops. Gooey stuff dribbling in my ear canal is not a feeling I cherish, but I put up with it.
Why can’t I remember to only eat my dog food?
Do you have allergies? and what do you take for them?
Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: Can a dog be a lifeguard?
Farley here.
I’m at the lake this week. That’s a cottage for eastern Canadians and a cabin for western Canadians, but to a dog it’s a place on the water.
Now humans are strange. They like to run, scream and jump off the end of the dock. See my concerned look?
How am I not supposed to be excited about this? My humans tell me not to bark as they jump in.
Well, duh. Don’t they understand they can’t breathe under the water? I need to tell them.
“Stop,” I bark.
“Don’t jump,” I bark.
“No barking,” Kristina says and then like a crazy woman, she jumps in.
Well pardon me for caring. I chase her. And look what happens.
I don’t like swimming. Let me stress, “I DON’T LIKE SWIMMING.”
And yet, here I am chasing my humans. Kids, adults, they’re all nuts.
The things I do for love.
Woof Woof!
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Farley’s Friday: Wheaten Terrier Catches His Humans
Farley here.
Dogs can learn. This I know for a fact. Last week my humans escaped, and I was left with temporary humans for the week. Although I had fun, I missed my peeps.
What did I learn?
Suspicious activity: Kristina puts clothes in something she calls a suitcase.
“Are you leaving me again?” I bark.
“Don’t worry, you’re coming with us,” she says.
Should I believe her?
Next suspicious activity: Matt carries the suitcase toward the van.
Huh? Last time that happened, away they went for the week.
“Open the door, “ I bark.
Matt opens the side door, puts the suitcase inside, and goes back into the house for another bag.
Silly man. I grab the opportunity and jump into the van. I look left, I look right and I assess the situation. They can easily pull me out of here. Now, remember I’m getting smarter and learning.
I jump into the front seat. The door is closed,, so there’s no way they can get me out.
“Ha, ha,” I bark. “You have to take me now.” I’m not as confident as I sound, so I wiggle and look as cute as I can.
So did I get to go on the trip? I did, I did, I did 🙂
Woof Woof.
