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,
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,
All I can say is, “Woof woof,” about my week.
Kids, water toys. Life is just exciting! I’m telling my short human, Julia, to hang on as Kristina tries to paddle away from her. I end up in the water more often than the kids, and no one cares. They’re all too busy laughing at me.
Cottage life is the greatest, but I’m getting a little tired of being wet all the time. I used to be a boat dog, but I never spent this much time in the water.
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,
Ever heard of stealth mode? I need to learn how to be stealthily. So to all you dogs out there who want to do something naughty, here’s what I happens if you’re not stealthy.
I’m visiting my human’s parents. They love dogs, and especially me. But there are some rules Kristina insists on when we are visiting others. She says she wants me to be welcome everywhere, so I have to behave. Like she behaves all the time! Ha!
I wanted in the home office so I could curl up under the desk. It’s my favourite place in the house. I run upstairs and find the door shut.
“Open the door,” I say in my sweetest wine. Nothing. All is quiet. I try a gentle scratch on the door. Still no response.
This is when I bust loose. I need to express my dissatisfaction with the situation. I just can’t help myself, and I get all excited. When I’m excited, I’m noisy. I run around in circles and then I jump on the bed.
Busted. I hear Kristina’s footsteps. They’re getting closer.
Instantly, I lay still and pretend I haven’t been messing up the covers. I give Kristina my best “I’m sorry” look, but she makes me get down anyway. What she doesn’t know is that when she’s not here, I get to sleep on the bed whenever I want.
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,
I just realized something. I may be a little slow because I’m a dog, but hey, I still have brain cells that work.
I’m moving from this . . .
To this . . .
You can see by the confused look on my face, I didn’t know what all the white stuff was. I saw it when I was a puppy, and then again in 2010, but not since.
I suspect if Kristina and Matt are selling the boat, that means we might be in for a winter sometime in our future…
Pros of living in the Bahamas: endless off leash time and digging in the sand.
Cons of living in the Bahamas: I’m not very fond of swimming. Go figure for a dog who has lived for 5 winters on a boat.
Pros of living in Canada: Rolling in snow.
Cons of living in Canada: Snow freezes in my paws and hurts my feet.
I’m a glass half full kind of dog, so here’s me wagging my tail at the fun I’ll have on my new adventure.
Woof Woof.
