. . . From Kristina, Mathew and Woof Woof from Farley
Who says you can’t have a Christmas tree on a sailboat?
Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier
Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Terrier and Kite Boarding
Farley here.
My life is so exciting, and sometimes that excitement seems to happen on the trampoline of my Lagoon 380 Catamaran.
I hear the roar of a kite coming close and I bolt from a deep sleep on the floor of the port cabin to fully alert in seconds. I know that noise.
This usually means a large, bird-like thing is chasing on of my humans.
I reach the tramp, looking left and right for the danger. It’s hard to hear through all this wind. My stomach is churning, my heart is racing.
And then, I can’t help myself. A bark explodes from my throat.
“Go faster,” I bark at Bruce. He’s the guy in trouble.
He zooms by our bow.
“Look out. It’s coming!” I bark.
The silly man waves as he rips by.
Then, in a sudden move, Bruce turns around. Unlucky for him the flying creature turned with him.
“It’s still there,” I bark, sure in the knowledge Bruce can hear me and will speed up.
They keep going unit they are out of sight. There’s nothing for me to do but to go back to my napping.
You’ll be happy to know I saw Bruce at dinner later, and he’s fine. I guess he outran the monster.
Woof Woof.
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Conch and Lobster
When we check into the Bahamas we get a fishing license. This means, yum, yum, you guessed it – Dinner for us.
Although it looks as if Farley is getting ready for a snack, he’s out of luck.
These delicious treats go to the humans.
Mattina, our Lagoon 380 S2, is a great place to spearfish from.
Thanks for reading . . .
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Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten and his BFFs
Farley here,
Does BFF mean a dog can only have one? I need many BFFs. I guess “best” implies one, but I’m a dog, so I’m going to extend the meaning.
This is me boating with Smudge, the lab, Cali, the Jack Russell, oh and Kristina too. She’s not a dog, but we let her hang with us anyway.
My point – any size dog can go boating. Large dog, small dog and medium-sized dog (me) all have a place aboard. And any size dog can join the BFF club.
Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten and A Retriever
Farley here,
Last week when I wrote about dolphins, you might have gotten the impression I’m afraid of large animals. Not true.
When I was a young pup, my BFF was Joe – a 120 pound golden retriever.
Our life together existed of …
And more of …
But then I had to share my bed with him. He didn’t quite fit, and he didn’t quite get that. You know how some small dogs think they’re big dogs. Well, Joe thinks he’s a small dog. Ha ha on him.
I will admit, I liked to cuddle with him. That doesn’t mean I’m not a cool dude, though.
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: Wheaten Terrier Meets Dolphin
Farley Here,
“What the barking blazes is that thing swimming in front of Mattina?” I bark
Kristina and Matt come to the bow. They’re all calm, like a monster isn’t swimming so close to us.
“Go away I,” I bark. “Or else.” Or else what, I have no idea.
Do you see how close it came to our boat?
I can’t believe the beast doesn’t listen to me. So you know what it does next?
It swims right underneath me. I go crazy jumping up and down barking at it. Mr. Dolphin turns on his side and looks up at me. I think he’s smiling at me. An evil smile, mind you. I bounce, and I bark, doing my best to scare it away. I am the protector of this pack, and I take my job seriously.
Kristina and Matt hide behind me. They know they need me to take care of them. And I do. Ten long minutes later, the dolphin finally understands he’s not welcome and he swims away.
I don’t he’ll come back anytime soon. Phew. I’m glad that’s over and I can go back to napping on my trampoline.
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: Dog Happiness
Farley here.
I’m in the Bahamas and this is how I feel:
Woof Woof. Yipeeeee! Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Underway.
Farley here.
So I’m sailing again. What do I do underway? Well, unless there are dolphins swimming by, I get bored.
And when I’m bored, I get crazy.
I go to the forward guest cabin and I roll right . . .
And then I roll left.
And lastly, I play with my squeaky toy.
I mean what else does a dog do when sailing. Matt and Kristina won’t let me steer, at least not all the time.
It’s a talent being able to entertain yourself.
Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten With Allergies
Farley here.
Do any of you other canines suffer from allergies? I do, and they drives me crazy.
One thought is wheat, another is certain types of grass, but my latest theory is turkey. I’ve got American and Canadian humans as part of my extended pack, so on Sunday we celebrated AmeriCanadian Thanks Giving. We do this every year. Of course, I got turkey left overs. Yum Yum and then itch itch.
My next question is how many times can a dog wake a human without them getting annoyed?
Apparently a lot, if the human is Kristina.
I wake her by tapping my nails on the floor. I do this until she gets out of bed and helps me out.
Sometimes she’s a little slow when she’s sleepy, and it took her until the fourth time I woke her to figure out I was itchy and needed a Benadryl.
Now, I’m a floor dog. I don’t sleep on furniture or in the bed, but I think Kristina was so tired and wanted to lie down, that she made me get in the bed. Yup, made me. She lifted me up and then rubbed my belly until I settled down and could sleep. This is me lying on her pillow!
Really, do I have her trained or what?
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Gets A Bath
How does Kristina not understand that I don’t like baths?
Look at me. This is my best pathetic look. Even as a puppy I knew how to look sad.
Still here we are, almost 5 years later and she’s still giving me baths.
She talks about how the organic, chemical free shampoo is good for my skin. It even has oatmeal in it, like I care.
Just because I was running on the beach this morning, she decided I needed to be clean before I got on the boat.
Any advice on how I avoid future baths?
Woof Woof.
