Woof Woof, Farley here.
I love cats. I really do. But this is too much.
Do you ever see me sitting on furniture let alone at the dinning room table?
Do you ever see me looking longingly at food while my humans are eating.
I think not.
This is Natasha. Apparently she’s higher up in the pack list than me. She gets to have dinner with my peeps.
And then there’s Boris. He gets to have desert at the table.
That makes me third on the list.
I’m going to have to change things, and fast!
Woof Woof.
Farley here.
Ah, it’s fun to be in Canada again. Even thought I sold my boat . . . yeah I know, my humans sold Mattina . . . I still spend time boating.
And my Canadian boat goes fast. No more 8 knots over ground stuff. My hair is flying, and did I mention Kristina is letting me grow it long, and I can barely keep my eyes open.
But wait, we rip by a field full of cows. The smells are incredible. I just don’t understand why my humans don’t stop and smell the cows!
Also, they should stop making me go tubing and swimming in the middle of the lake. Not my thing 🙂
Woof Woof
Farley here,
All I can say is, “Woof woof,” about my week.
Kids, water toys. Life is just exciting! I’m telling my short human, Julia, to hang on as Kristina tries to paddle away from her. I end up in the water more often than the kids, and no one cares. They’re all too busy laughing at me.
Cottage life is the greatest, but I’m getting a little tired of being wet all the time. I used to be a boat dog, but I never spent this much time in the water.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
I may not have a boat anymore, but I still have to lifeguard.
Here’s how I spent my Canada day. I thought this land life was going to be all about relaxing.
I guess my role as Captain Safety is never ending.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
Ever heard of stealth mode? I need to learn how to be stealthily. So to all you dogs out there who want to do something naughty, here’s what I happens if you’re not stealthy.
I’m visiting my human’s parents. They love dogs, and especially me. But there are some rules Kristina insists on when we are visiting others. She says she wants me to be welcome everywhere, so I have to behave. Like she behaves all the time! Ha!
I wanted in the home office so I could curl up under the desk. It’s my favourite place in the house. I run upstairs and find the door shut.
“Open the door,” I say in my sweetest wine. Nothing. All is quiet. I try a gentle scratch on the door. Still no response.
This is when I bust loose. I need to express my dissatisfaction with the situation. I just can’t help myself, and I get all excited. When I’m excited, I’m noisy. I run around in circles and then I jump on the bed.
Busted. I hear Kristina’s footsteps. They’re getting closer.
Instantly, I lay still and pretend I haven’t been messing up the covers. I give Kristina my best “I’m sorry” look, but she makes me get down anyway. What she doesn’t know is that when she’s not here, I get to sleep on the bed whenever I want.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Culture shock. That’s what I have. I spend months in the Bahamas off leash, running around, digging holes in the sand, and swimming off the beach.
We get to Florida, and I have to wear a leash. I think that’s a bit humiliating. I don’t run away – okay sometimes I might get distracted and chase a squirrel, but I stay in sight.
This is me looking tough. I’m trying to tell Kristina with eye contact alone that I don’t need a leash.
Does she listen?
Nope.
On goes the leash. I just don’t understand this leash law deal. I’m a good dog.
Woof Woof.
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,
I’m soooo sad. I don’t understand what’s happened. My human is gone. Where? I just don’t know.
I watched her leave. She got in a dinghy of humans I don’t know very well, left our boat, and waved goodbye.
“Wait,” I bark. “Where are you going?”
I’m very suspicious because she has a suitcase with her. That can’t be good. And look how pathetic I look trying to get her to stay.
I howl my best howl, and she waves and tells me to be good.
Matt, my other human, whom I love, but he doesn’t baby me like Kristina does, is doing his best to keep me happy. I didn’t eat dinner the first night. I thought that might make Matt get her back, but when that didn’t work, I ate anyway. I was just too hungry. I’ll need to try something else to make Matt understand.
But where – oh – where is Kristina?
And when will she come home? Matt keeps saying soon, but what does that mean? I’m soooo sad.
Woof Woof, Boo Hoo.
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.
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.
