Farley’s Friday: Can a dog ride a bike?

Farley here,

My lifelong gal pal loves to ride a bike. How does she do that you ask?

Well, she gets in the basket.

Piper Cycling

Did you notice the wind in her hair – like she’s a glamour queen. I asked Kristina if I could ride a bike too, and she said I was too big for the basket.

I don’t get that. I’ve done a lot of kayaking, so why not biking, too?

Farley in Kayak

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: Woo Hoooo!

Farley here,

I love, love, love running down a hill.

Here’s the game. I let my humans scramble down the hill ahead of me while I wait patiently at the top. And I mean patiently. They’re really slow.

Then, I let it rip…

Farley Running

This hill is as steep as it looks in the photo. But I’m not scared.  I keep going until the flat bit below.  I may not live in the  mountains anymore, but I can still handle the terrain!

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: Freedom from bears and golfers.

Farley here,

Two obstacles stand in the way of my off-leash freedom. Bears and golfers.

I haven’t seen a bear in weeks. Dare I suggest they’ve all gone to a higher altitude in search of a place to hibernate?

When winter is on the way, golfers go south, I think.

Farley w stick

For me the coming winter is a reason to celebrate. I have miles of open grass to play on. There are sticks everywhere in the forest. I don’t have to wear a leash. And…My hair grows long.

Three cheers for winter!

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: Dogs and Golf

Farley here,

Happiness has descended on my village. Yup, I live in a small village.

Every spring, something bad happens. Golfers arrive and take over my park. From May to October, they hit some little ball into a hole. They don’t even chase the balls and bring it back. They just cheer if it goes into the hole. Kind of odd behaviour.

But every fall, they leave. I don’t know where they go, but now I’m free to roam and play,

Check out my terrain!

Farley on Golf Course

There are multiple places for me to dig in the sand.

There are tons of sticks in the forest for my to carry and chew.

You can’t see them, but there are also ponds for me to swim in.

And…And…there is no leash in sight.

So yes, happiness has descended on my village.

Woof Woof. Wag Wag.

Farley’s Friday: The Creeks Are Running, And So Are The Dogs

Farley here,

The snow melted, and it seems to have gone into the creeks.  The water level is almost at my tummy. Ok, that’s an exaggeration. It’s above my paws. But that’s deep enough for me.

I don’t like to go in water over my head so this is perfect.

Yesterday, I played hard with my pal, Flint.

Farley Flint

And the reward…drinks in the creek. Cold water. Sticks to chase. What could be better?

Woof Woof.

 

Farley’s Friday: Dogs At Play

Farley here,

It’s still winter here in Canada and the golf course is still open for dogs. Also, this week is something called spring break where small humans don’t have to go to school.

That means these little people come to the resort. That’s nice, but what’s really great is they bring their dogs.

Farley and Jessie

This is my friend for life Jessie. She’s supposed to be wrestling with me, but she’s been in the car for a few hours and needs to run. Meanwhile, I’ll just roll around until she’s ready to play.

Freedom to run is the best!

Woof Woof.