Farley Here,
I think summer is coming to the Bahamas and the heat is exhausting. Kristina makes me get up early to go for a run. She says this is for me – ha ha – so that I don’t overheat. I know who it’s really for, and I don’t like to get up early.
As you can see, the rest of the day is spent napping 🙂
Woof Woof
ps. I know it’s Saturday but Kristina said the we had not internet access yesterday, so Farley’s Friday is one day late…
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.
Farley here,
So Kristina left the dock in a dingy. Matt went to help a friend. So what’s A dog to do, I ask you. I’m alone on my Lagoon 380 getting bored.
I look over to the other dock, and there’s Jasper, wagging his tail, egging me on.
“Come over here,” he barks.
“I’m not allowed,” I answer.
“Why not?”
I think about that for a memento. Nothing comes to mind.
I jump off Mattina, and yeah I know Kristina told me to stay, but in my defence, I can only remember a command for few minutes. Then my brain gets distracted.
I run over to Jasper’s boat and get on board.
Then I remember I might get in trouble. Luckily there’s a cubby hole where the Africat people store life jackets and other things. I jump in, thinking it’s a great place to hide.
As you can see, busted! The human on the next boat saw me, took my photo and sent it to Kristina.
She loves me and smiled. She said, “At least you chose a boat with a dog.”
Woof Woof.
We were out the other day sailing our Lagoon 380 with friends. There’s nothing like sailing in 15 knots off the beam in flat seas. Mattina sailed at 8.5 knots over ground.
I had to laugh at this photo of me and what the wind does to my hair. It’s a good think a person can’t see themselves most of the time.
Sailing in between Stocking Island and George Town give us lots of opportunity to tack and gibe. A piece of cake on our lagoon as she’s a catamaran and the boat stays flat during sail maneuvers.
Anyway, sailing is everything about speed over ground and nothing about looks.
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When guests arrive on Mattina, they may think they’re coming for a vacation full of fun and relaxation, but …
Okay, it’s true there is a lot of fun and relaxation, but we also put our guests to work.
My nephew got the fun job of checking the anchor. Even though we have a pretty good anchoring process, and we love our Rocna anchor, it never hurts to have a pair of eyes check the anchor is fully buried.
Lucky nephew. He got the good job. Others, like cleaning the galley, are not so fun.
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Farley here.
Do you ever laugh at your friends? When I laugh, the resulting noise sounds like a bark combined with a howl.
So here’s my Friend For Life, Cali. She says she’s a Jack Russell, but really, does she look like one?
Now why am I laughing, you ask.
Is she wearing a diaper? Nope.
Is it some kind of new dog skirt I don’t know about? Nope.
It’s her harness.
She got crazy going after a lizard, got her harness stuck on a branch, didn’t care, kept chasing the lizard.
And what ended up happening? Her harness ended up on her bum. The humans were too busy laughing to help her, so there she sat, looking silly.
I’d never do that . . .
Woof Woof.
Since Mattina is for sale, we are trying to make the most of our time in the Bahamas and one of my favourite things to do is yoga on the beach.
What do you need to do this?
If you don’t have a yoga instructor handy, yogadownload.com has a variety of classes that you can download onto an iPod. Then you need a set of speaks with loud volume. You might be surprised how loud the waves are. We discovered this early on.
I love listening to a class that mentions wind or sky, and I’m actually outside and can feel the wind and see the sky.
The only downside is if holding a pose properly is important to you. Sometimes you shift in the sand or the wind pushes you.
Try holding the tree pose in a 20 knot gust.
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Farley Here,
Jasper and his human, Libby, go ripping by my boat on their paddle board. Jasper is one of my Friend For Life dogs. And doesn’t he look cool out there? Who knew a Springer Spaniel could be so talented.
“Wait for me,” I bark.
Now I don’t have a paddle board. I’ve got a kayak, which I love, but this board thingy looks pretty fun.
“Wait for me,” I bark again, but Jasper and Libby glide on by as if they don’t understand what I’m saying.
What kind of friends are they? Okay, still my FFL, but really, he should invite me along when he’s having fun.
Woof Woof.
We often get asked how we keep fit while cruising, and usually I write about the sports I like to do. Today I thought I share a bit of Matt’s life on the beach. He’s the one in the red shirt about to set the ball.
Everyday on Volleyball beach a group of people meet to play ball. There is anything from 2s to 9s at all levels of play. The 9s is fun volleyball. It’s comprised of nine people on each side, and as far as I can tell, a lot of laughter is mandatory.
On the other end of the scale is 2s. This is for the more serious players and Matt’s personal favourite. Next comes 3s and then 4s. Nothing like a bit of competition to make a guy happy.
If you’re interested in this lifestyle, Mattina is for sale.
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Farley here,
I’m a dog who is treated well and sometimes I’m a bit of a baby. The water may look flat, but that’s an illusion. We’re about to head around the corner of an island and into open seas – and I don’t like to get wet.
Did that last statement surprise you? I’m a dog who lives on a boat, spends hours every day on the beach, and my car is a dinghy. So what am I talking about? Seriously, getting wet annoys me. Kristina knows it. Sometimes she humours me – like in the photo above and holds me tight, but other times, she just says, “Suck it up, buttercup.”
“What does that mean?” I bark.
“You live on the ocean, pup,” she says.
The dinghy bounces and spray hits my face. Then I look my cutest and Kristina gives in, and you can see the results. I get to ride on her lap.
“Suck it up, buttercup,” I bark and make Kristina laugh.
Woof Woof . . .
Kristina Stanley 