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Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Terrier and a Bear

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 13 Comments

Farley here,

Why am I running so hard? I need to protect my humans.

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I catch a strong scent. I’ve not smelled this particular aroma before, but something seems wrong to me. Kristina and Matt notice I’m agitated and call me to their side. Too late. My brain has kicked into instinct mode and off I run.

Then I see the creature. It’s black. It’s coat is shiny. And it’s huge. Well compared to me anyway.

I turn back to check my humans are not following.  Kristina picks up a branch and is rapidly approaching. Matt’s faster and heads my way. Don’t they understand they need to get away? 

I bolt at the bear, he hesitates, then sees I’m one serious dog. He climbs part way up a tree and waits. Kristina and Matt come closer, talking loudly and telling me to come. The bear shimmies farther up the tree, using his giant claws to move quickly.

I circle the bottom. “Stay up there,” I bark at the bear. Then back to Kristina and Matt, “Get out of here.”

Kristina and Matt call me one more time, then do as I ask. When I think they’re far enough from the bear, I bark one last time, and follow my humans out of the forest.

Not bad for a day’s work. You can call me the protector. I’ve done my job, and I’m proud.

Woof Woof

ps. I was only a little scared.

 

Farley’s Friday: The Case of The Disappearing Ball

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 11 Comments

Farley here,

Do you know where my ball went?

Kristina lobbed it over my head and across the field. What I don’t understand is why she threw the ball when I was still on leash. I don’t think she was paying attention. She tossed it. I ran. She fell when I jerked the leash.

I looked back for a second, just to check she was okay, and then kept running. I had my eye on the bright orange ball as it flew through the air. I was concentrating hard. And then . . . in an instant it disappeared.

No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it.

Lost Ball

Can someone mail me another ball? By the way, Kristina wasn’t hurt during the production of this blog.

Woof Woof.

Farley’s Friday: Loneliness

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 8 Comments

Farley here,

Boo Hoo. I’m lonely this week. Finn left me. You remember him? He’s the Icelandic Sheepdog who lived with us for two weeks. He went back to Calgary, where ever that is. I thought he’d moved in with us for good. Sometimes my peeps don’t explain things very well. Kristina still thinks I understand full sentences. Finn did bark that he missed the city, so I guess he needed his own life back with his peeps.

Now I have to play with the ball my myself.  I carry it around and give Kristina my most pathetic look. She won’t wrestle with me for the ball, she won’t chase me across the snow, and she won’t bite the ball and try to pry it out of my mouth.

Lonely

Someone send me another dog.

Woof Woof.

Farley’s Friday: Snowball fights

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 4 Comments

Farley here,

My FFL Finn has been here since Wednesday. He’s an Icelandic Sheepdog and knows all kinds of games. Dogs in Iceland must really like games.  I just found out what a snowball fight is.

Kristina throws a ball at my face. I look at her as if she’s crazy. I have no idea what she wants me to do.

Farley Curios

Kristina throws a snowball at Finn’s face. He catches it.

Finn Farley Snowball

Can you see the snowball in his mouth? I’m getting the idea of what’s expected of me.

Kristina throws a snowball in between us and look what happens!

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Finn is poised and ready. He’s concentrating on the snowball. I fly into the air. I just don’t know why.

Can you guess who caught it?

Woof Woof

 

Farley’s Friday: Finn Takes My Bed

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 10 Comments

Farley here,

My Friend For Life (FFL) is here. Finn arrived yesterday and is staying for two weeks. He’s an Icelandic sheepdog.

Now Kristina told me when you have a guest you have to be nice to them. So… I gave Finn my bed.

Finn in Bed

But then where will I sleep?

Not to worry, I found a place.

Farley in BEd

Although I’m not sure how Kristina feels about it. She has some rule about no animals on the furniture. Well, I just said. “If I had to be nice and give up my bed, she should be nice and give up the couch.

How could she argue that one?

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Eats Bananas?

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 4 Comments

Farley here,

I’m a carnivore. Let me be more specific. I like beef. I also like to chew sticks. Now the end of an unpeeled banana feels a bit like a  reed, which if you are honest, could be mistaken for a stick. I try a little, but Kristina won’t let me chew it.

Farley is Banana

Then–

She gives me a piece of beef and I gobble it.

Her hand is out to me a second time. I take the food without looking at it, without smelling it. A bit of a failure as a dog, I guess. I just assume it’s beef. But no! My mouth fills with something soft that tastes horrible. I spit it out and it lands on the floor in front of me.

I sniff the glob and it smells suspiciously like the banana I tried to chew. What kind of crazy owner tries to feed their dog banana? I’m going to be more careful in the future.

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: Cold Feet

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 10 Comments

Farley here,

AARG! Look what my humans have done to me.

Boots

So it’s below 20 degrees celsius in this country? So ice forms in my pads and hurts me? Is that any reason to make me wear Kristina’s socks tied on with a blue elastic? I think they’re the running socks she wore this morning. What if one of my pals saw me. I don’t exactly look PAWsome.

But I like to think I can outsmart the silly humans. Not long into the walk, I discover if I slip my tooth underneath the elastic I can pull off the sock. Matt puts it back on each time, but both get the point I don’t like the fashion statement I’m making.

Boots 2

We get back to the house, and I eavesdrop on their conversation. They’re taking me to Chopper’s Pet Supplies in town,  and I get to choose new booties.  Really, making me go in public wearing used sweat socks and a blue elastic. Grrr.

Woof Woof.

Farley’s Friday: Canadian Dog

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 8 Comments

Farley Here,

I’m a land dog again. No more water for a while. I’m driving across Canada from Ontario to British Columbia.

Now that’s a lot of hours in the car, but I get a long walk in the morning before we hit the road.

Several stops during the day. Like here . . .

And then, there are B&Bs that take dogs. This one is great. They even had a dog of their own that I could play with.

Rossport BB

 

I think I’m going to like life on land. It seems to be one adventure after another.

Woof Woof.

P.S. Northern Ontario is beautiful.

Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Goes for a Spin

~ Kristina Stanley ~ 6 Comments

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.

Farley Driving

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.