Farley here,
The ducks are back in my neighbourhood. I’m contemplating chasing them. You can’t see them, but they’re in the pond.
The problem is ducks can fly. I can’t. I wish I could. Do you think I can learn?
Woe is me. I’ll never catch a duck. Think I’ll just sit here and relax.
Happy Friday.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
The humans down the street have a new dog. His name is Finn, and he’s a Portuguese Water Dog. Except he doesn’t really like water, so what’s with the name?
The golf course is free of snow but not open for golfers yet. So we get to run, play, wrestle… on 18 fairways. That’s a lot of turf to cover.
I know my fangs are out and I look a bit vicious, but I’m not. This is how we play. Finn is a rough-and-tumble kinda guy. I don’t actually bite him. He’s only 7 months old, and I’m seven years.
In the end, I’m exhausted but so happy to have a new friend living in my neighbourhood. I can’t wait to get out there again and chase him around the bunkers.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Did you know when ice melts off a pond’s surface, the water doesn’t get warm right away? In fact, it’s freezing.
Kristina did try to tell me before I jumped in, but I didn’t listen.
Happy April Fool’s Day. Don’t do anything silly. 🙂
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Let me introduce Piper. She’s my girl. She’s a border terrier, was born one week after me, and has been visiting us this week.
Here we are the day we came home to our humans.
And here we are on the couch seven years later.
I may look aloof, but I’ve got a huge crush on her, and I’m trying to look cool.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
The answer to Can a Wheaten Terrier Cry is yes.
My friend for life, Finn, spent two and a half weeks living with me. Every night we snuggled side-by-side in our beds, reminiscing about the day. Okay, I’m sleeping and Finn is looking for something mischievous to do, but you get my point. He’s my bud. He’s an Icelandic sheepdog and very smart.
Then the day comes when he has to go home. We curl up on the couch – ’cause Matt isn’t home – and I put my paw over my eyes and hide my tears. I know I’m going to miss him.
Why can’t he live with us? I know he has his own humans, but mine are nice too. I think he should move in.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Look what Kristina did to me now. I’m thinking she can read my mind, just by the way I’m giving her my big brown-eyed, I’m-the-most-pathetic-dog-ever stare and she gets I don’t want to wear boots pulled up like socks.
“What are you thinking?” I bark.
Kristina scratches my ear. “There’s a ton of snow and it’s warm. You know what that means…Remember what happened the other day?”
I do remember. Kristina spent an hour getting snow clumps off my fur. I loved it. But, alas, I wag my tail and give in. Let’s just get out the door.
We hit the trails. I’m running as fast as I can in these silly boots, when I hear the tell-tale squeak of a squirrel. I glance to my left.
There it is! Without thinking I bound through the snow.
I chase and I chase, but I just can’t get him. He’s too fast.
Then guess what happens. My boot comes off. Oops.
Do you see how deep the snow is? Kristina didn’t wear snowshoes today, and she had to climb through deep powder to get my boot.
“Don’t come in here,” I bark. “You’ll never find it.”
She laughs and me, gets down on her hands and knees and crawls across the snow. She must really want my boot.
After a little digging, she actually finds it.
“Ta da,” she says.
Boo, I think. Then I jump on her and lick her face. I love to play and what’s better than playing with my human in the snow? Not much, really.
In case you hadn’t heard, Kristina’s first novel is on sale, but only until tomorrow. She’s very proud of DESCENT, so if you haven’t read it, now’s your chance to get the eBook free.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Last week we had a four year old boy visit our house. Did you know four year old humans are shorter than regular humans? Much shorter than the humans I’m used to.
This little boy needed a pillow on the chair to boost him up, otherwise he couldn’t reach his food. Kristina went to the living room and fetched (ha ha – I said fetched for a human) one of the fancy living room pillows for the boy.
After everyone went to bed, I snuck downstairs, crept under the table, and with my teeth, slid the soft pillow off the dining room chair and onto the floor.
Wow, did I have a good night’s sleep.
However, Kristina – my tall human – was a bit quiet and I didn’t hear her get up in the morning.
Busted! She caught me sleeping on the pillow.
What’s a dog to do except run to her, wag his tail, give her a big lick, and look as cute as possible.
What did Kristina do? She leaned down, gave me a hug and a cookie, and said, “No sleeping on my good pillows.” Yup, that’s going to keep me from stealing pillows in the future.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
When Kristina was the director of security at a ski resort, and I was just a young pup, I got to go to work with her.
Tell me I wasn’t the cutest…That’s Kristina’s foot in the black boot on the left. I don’t remember who is wearing the white shoes, but I’m sure I was nice to him/her.
Here are my top 5 reasons why dogs should be welcome at work
So why wouldn’t you want a dog at work?
I loved going to the office, hanging out, letting everyone who walked by pat my head.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Remember my one red dancing shoe? I still have it, but Kristina bought me a new matching set, and I tried them out yesterday while snowshoeing.
You may think snowshoeing is a slow sport, and it is for humans, but I have a trick.
What goes up must come down, right?
We arrive at the crest of the hill and I chill out while Kristina heads down the other side. I wait until she’s at the bottom and I test my new boots a full speed. Here I go..
At the bottom, my feet are going so fast, I run right around Kristina and keep going.
Now I’ll save my red dancing boot for special occasions.
Woof Woof.
