Farley here,
I’m so confused. Last November there was snow on the ground. I love snow, and I can’t find it. Every morning I head outside and check if it arrived during the night. And every morning I find green grass.
I’m ready for winter. I’ve got my booties cleaned and stacked by the door. There are extra towels to dry me off with. My blanket it ready by the fire.
Could someone call the weather people and tell them to send snow my way?
Woof Woof
Farley here,
I really, really, really, really want to go for a walk. Just look into my eyes and you’ll understand.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
Have you ever seen this much seaweed? And how many dogs does it take to pick up a stick?
I met two new dogs at the beach. The big one is named Butter. I have no idea who the middle dog is, but she wanted my stick. It got buried in seaweed, and seaweed is gooey and very slippery.
I had the best angle, but Butter was quicker. She grabbed the stick, leaving the two of us to chase her. By the end of the game, we were all covered in seaweed, which sticks to your hair, by the way.
This seaweed is very confusing. Some days we go to the beach, and there is none. Other days, the sand is covered. But either way, I think I love the beach.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Check out this guy. He’s a Tibetan Mastiff, otherwise known as the giant of dogs. Okay, I made that up, but he was a seriously big dog.
I met him at the beach. The same beach I met my sister at last week. I think I’ll start calling it my lucky beach. At first, his size frightened me. I think you can tell by the look on my face. But check out how friendly he looks.
Tibetan Mastiffs are strong-willed, self-reliant dogs who attempt to take control of every situation unless you are an assertive leader who demands respect.
That doesn’t sound like me, does it? I’m a funny, playful kind of guy. Not exactly the leader who demands respect. But I know how to respect the leader.
My new friend didn’t play much. Too big for that nonsense, but he did let me walk with him. I just had to calm down a little. I can play sophisticated too.
Who knows who I’ll meet next time I’m there?
Woof Woof.
Farley here.
I’m eight years old and for the first time, I met one one my siblings.
I was running along the beach when I saw her. There was something familiar about her, so I ran closer.
Kristina said to Mathew,”Check it out. There’s a Wheaten.”
I bolt even faster. We meet, we greet, we do the usual sniffing.
By this time, my humans have caught up to us. We don’t see many Wheaten Terriers who still have a full tail.
“Where did you get her?” Kristina asked.
“From a breeder near Comox,” the man said.
My heart pounded. I knew something special was about to happen.
A little more discussion goes on, and we find out we’re sister and brother. I didn’t even know I had a sister. She’s a bit smaller than me and a bit blonder. But don’t you think we look like siblings?
Talk about exciting!
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
Did you know older dogs sometimes don’t like to play with puppies? I don’t understand that.
Check out this puppy I met at the beach. The thing you have to understand about puppies is they jump on you, bite you, paw at you and chase you.
Their sharp teeth can sting a little, but there’s not much power in the bite. That’s the down side. The fun comes with the excitement a puppy exudes when playing. I can’t resist.
The humans standing around always praise me and comment on how patient I am. I love the praise, so a nip here and there are worth it.
Bring on the puppies!
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Did you know it takes a human a long time to write a novel?
Kristina is working on a novel she’s calling EVOLUTION. She says there are several dogs in this book. One of them is a wheaten terrier, just like me.
“Is his name Farley,” I woof.
“Nope,” Kristina says. “Farley was in BLAZE, so he can’t be in EVOLUTION. The dog’s name is Jasper.”
I sigh. I don’t see why my name can’t be used in all her books and not just BLAZE.
She’s typing words, but I want to go for a walk. I figure if I sit on her, she’ll work faster.
Not sure my theory is working…
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Do you ever wonder what to do with your pals?
Start the day playing in the park.
Follow that up with an afternoon nap.
And then on to happy hour…
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
Kristina likes to dog sit, but I think she should ask me first. Our neighbors have a 4 month old Doodle, Moca, and he’s one crazy dog.
He comes over, jumps on my back, bites my face, and chases my tail. Yes, I meant that. He chases MY tail, not his.
Kristina distracted him for a minute, so I got to sniff him. But then it was back to hard playing.
I’m happy when we dog sit older dogs who like to go for a run, then lie around and relax in the dog bed. This puppy thing is a bit too crazy for me.
I know Kristina. If anyone asks her to dog sit, she’ll be happy to. She says it’s her way of having two dogs. Now why would she want two dogs when she has me? I can’t think of a single reason.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
I’m Kristina’s strongest advocate when it comes to selling her books. Because I’m so good at it, she takes me along when she visits retail outlets.
This week, my friend for life, Finnur, is staying with us ,so he got to come along, too. I had to teach him how to behave in the General Store.
Last week the General Store sold 30 copies of Kristina’s books, so we had to restock the shelves. We entered the store and needed to talk to the person working behind the counter. What Finnur didn’t know is the person always gives me a cookie if I behave.
I told Finnur to sit and wag his tail.
He did.
I told him to put on his cutest, you-must-give-me-a-cookie face.
He did that, too. Finnur is a good listener when it comes to getting treats.
And aren’t we the cutest? Wouldn’t you buy books from us?
Well the guy behind the counter thought so, and we sold him another box full of all three books.
Phew…A hard days work.
Woof Woof.
