Farley’s Friday: Dogs At The Dinner Table

Farley here,

So most of you know I don’t beg for food. Kristina thinks it’s because the humans never feed me from the dinner table.

But what’s up with Piper?

Her eyes are bugling from their sockets. She’s so surprised that not only is she sitting at the dinner table…she’s being hand fed!

Piper at Dinner

Even though she’s shocked by this human behaviour, she is willing to eat.

Someone throw me a cookie 🙂

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: Happy 9th Birthday

Farley here,

It’s my birthday. I’m 9, and Piper will be 9 in a week!

The first day Kristina picked me up, her sister-in-law also picked up Piper. On the way home from the breeders, Piper was scared. I cuddled her until she fell asleep.

Once we were home and hanging out in the back yard, she told me a secret. Can you guess what she said?

 

We come from different homes, and we live in different homes, but we love each other. Today, we still hang out. And Kristina lets us both sleep on the couch.

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My birthday plan – play with Piper at the park.

And…I’m hoping for an extra cookie today.

Woof Woof

Farley’s Fridays: Are Wheaten Terriers Ever Sad?

Farley here,

Sad eyes, that’s what I have. The question is why. I’m standing in a beautiful creek. I’m off-leash.  What could be making me sad?

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Kristina is telling me it’s time to get out of the creek and head home. I don’t want to. I love it in here. My tummy is cool. My paws tingle in the running water.

I put on my “best” sad eyes. They get Kristina every time. She can’t stand it if she thinks I’m unhappy, so she gives me more time to play in the water.

But to answer the question: “Are Wheaten Terriers ever sad?” Not a chance. I’ve been gifted with eyes that can look sad, but inside I’m all giggles. I know I’ll get my way, especially with a human like mine.

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: There’s a Mouse in the Hot Tub

Farley here,

I am one busy dog. I don’t know how my humans would take care of this place if I wasn’t here.

They, my humans, don’t seem to have any sense of smell and are a little hard of hearing.

I hear a squeak. I smell the mouse from inside our house.

I run to the door, wag my tail, and stare outside. This is where the humans are quite smart. Kristina knows this means she must open the door for me. I don’t bark, whine, or scratch the door. She can read my mind. I just stare, and she does what I want.

I burst outside and circle the tub. I know a mouse is hiding inside, but I can’t get to it. All I need to to is scare it, and it will run away.

After an hour or two, I get a little tired and just sit and stare. Maybe the mouse can read my mind too, and it will know it should leave.

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Darkness comes. My humans make me come inside and go to bed. I don’t want to, but I know I have too. I’m getting a little cold anyway.

Morning comes, and before I do anything else, I run to the hot tub and search for the mouse. I can’t hear it and I can’t smell it. It’s gone.

I’ve done my job and scared the mouse away!

Woof Woof.

 

Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Loves Snow

Farley here,

Humans everywhere are saying they are ready for the end of winter. I don’t get it.

I flattened myself into the side of a steep snowbank on my driveway. I just hung out there feeling good.

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A dog can’t do this in summer. Summer is hot. I’ll have to get my hair cut shorter – then I’m just not as cool looking. AND I’ll have to find spots to hide in the shade.

Winter rocks. Maybe I should move to the north pole and live with Santa Claus.

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: What’s A Cat Doing With My Human?

Farley here,

I’m still pining for Kristina. She says she’ll be home soon, but what does that mean?

I’m going to stare out this window until she gets here. Don’t get me wrong. The people taking care of me are really nice. They feed me, walk me, and let me sleep in their beds. It doesn’t get better than that. but I have a special connection with my human and I want her back.

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To make things worse,  look what I caught her doing!

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There is a cat on her lap. Really, that’s just too much.It’s bad enough I’m lonely. She better get home soon and explain this to me.

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: Where Oh Where is my human?

Farley here,

Does anyone know where Kristina went? Every morning I get up and check the house. I sniff each room, I run around the backyard perimeter, and I even looked behind a big tree.

No luck.

I’m starting to miss her.

The humans taking care of me are great. Their only issue…They don’t allow dogs in the bed…

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But you know me. Big brown eyes. A wagging tail. And I’m in. Piper, the border terrier, follows my lead. She’s in too!  I’m going to sleep here every night until I see Kristina.

Woof Woof

PS. In case you didn’t know, Kristina’s books are all on sale  I’m the star in BLAZE.

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Mystery Mondays: Sheri Levy On Inspiration

Today on Mystery Mondays we welcome Sheri Levy, award-winning author of Seven Days to Goodbye. If you’re interested in service dogs, there’s a little bit for you at the end of the blog, so read on. Sheri’s book intrigues me. I’ve often thought of getting a service dog but haven’t lived near enough to an urban center to take part in a program.

Sheri is hear to tell us about where her inspiration came from to write Seven Days To Goodbye.

Inspiration for Seven Days to Goodbye By Sheri S Levy

Before retiring from teaching, writing about my experiences with dogs, special needs children, and my favorite beach setting played out like a movie in my mind as I walked my dogs every day.

My story memories began soon after my husband and I moved from California to Georgia. We rescued our first dog, a German shepherd. She lived with us six years, and after her death, we knew we could never live without another dog. Our children wanted an eight-week-old white German shepherd puppy.

Eleven years later with our children grown, our house echoed emptiness. We chose our very first Aussie, Sydney. Six months later, a black Lab, blew into our yard during a snow storm. We continued through the years with three more Aussies, our last one being a difficult rescue. He required me to get involved in extensive dog training.

My teaching experience with special needs children created the idea of using a service dog in my story. Since I had used positive reinforcement with my students, I understood the newest techniques in dog training. Agility training helped my rescue overcome his fears, and taught me commands. When I began writing Seven Days to Goodbye, I chose Sydney as my main character.

I researched service dogs online throughout the U.S. until I made a connection with PAALS. Since they were close to my home, the founder included me in training sessions. I interviewed a young girl who worked as a puppy raiser and used her ambition of helping others as the goal for my main character, Trina. One generous parent shared her son’s difficulties with autism. They lived on the coast, and had a boat. I incorporated his needs of a water dog into my story and created Logan, a seven year old boy with autism. For more conflict, Trina needed a best friend, Sarah, whose interest in guys had changed her overnight.

Edisto Beach became my setting, and I used Sydney’s many beach adventures. My husband and I and our closest friends spent long weekends in a rented old house with two bedrooms and one bath, and a screened-in porch over-looking the ocean. We sat in rockers, with music blaring, enjoying the salty air and the crashing waves.

When I closed my eyes, I visualized Sydney and Jake romping on the sand with our friends’ Springer Spaniel, Darby. Sydney herded the waves and bit the white foam rolling on to shore. When he pursued the sea gulls, Jake chased Syd, and Darby raced after Jake. They made figure eights on the sand until they collapsed with their tongues drooping sideways. After writing my first version, Jake was pulled from the story to add more of an emotional impact.

During the months of May through October, outside lights are forbidden. Each female turtle returns to their birth place to lay their eggs. If they see a light, they get distracted, and head back to the water. One dark night, we spotted a trail going up to the dune and tip toed to our discovery. A loggerhead turtle using her fins, dug her nest and laid over a hundred eggs. Then she moved the sand to camouflage the eggs. It was a first for us, but a common event on Edisto, and had to be woven into the story.

I strived to capture the intense feelings of being on Edisto. Beginning with the drive through oak trees dripping with Spanish moss. Watching the pelicans soar over the ocean in a V-formation against the sapphire blue sky, and an occasional bird diving for breakfast. Tossing crumbs to the squawking sea gulls. Eating boiled shrimp freshly caught. Having your breath sucked away by pink sun rises and orange sunsets. Flinging away the distressing roaches and mosquitoes. And burying your feet in the sand.

I call Seven Days to Goodbye my heart book. There’s as much truth in the story as fantasy. It was great fun creating my characters, plot, and conflicts.

Coming, July of 2017, Starting Over. More fun with dogs, horses, and many new conflicts!

Seven Days To Goodbye

510x765-goodbye-275x413After Trina’s beloved dog dies, she swears she’ll never have another one. But then she learns about service dogs, and realizes that if she becomes a puppy raiser, she could train puppy after puppy and never worry about them dying. But like all great ideas, this one has a serious flaw: Her first service dog must be returned to his kennel at the end of their week long summer vacation. And saying goodbye to Sydney is going to be much tougher than she ever imagined.

Trina’s last week with Sydney is made that much harder by her newly strained friendship with her best friend, Sarah, who’s become so over-the-top boy crazy that she’s almost like a stranger. Sarah is determined to have them hang out with every boy on the beach, but when a boy named Chase takes an interest in Sydney and Trina, it puts an even bigger strain on the friendship.

It’s hard enough to deal with losing Sydney, but now she may lose her best friend, too. And even if she manages to patch things up with Sarah—and figures out what to do about Chase—she still must face a daunting decision: is she strong enough to take on another service puppy?

Who is Sherri Levy?

007_sheri_levyAfter twenty-five years of teaching special education and training her own dogs in obedience and agility, Sheri finds the subject of dogs and special needs children close to her heart. Sheri S. Levy’s magazine article about a diabetic alert dog, “Scent with Love,” was published in Clubhouse Magazine in July 2010. This story was nominated for a Maxwell Medallion Award at the Dog Writers of America Association, February, 2011, awards banquet in New York.

In 2015, Sheri’s debut novel, Seven Days to Goodbye, won another Special Interest Award with DWAA. She is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) Carolinas, teaches writing workshops, enjoys doing author visits, tutor’s students, and volunteers with an accredited, nonprofit service dog kennel, PAALS.

 

 

Farley’s Friday: How I Met My Sister

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.

Farley and HIs sisterA 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.