Now I’m a dog who likes to take it easy on the beach. I like to dig a hole and drop myself into it. But just when I try to relax in my pit of sand, I see my pack coming.
I’m trying to look cool, as if I’m uninterested in the runners. Do you like my hat?
But you know me. I can’t help myself and I get excited.
“Stop running,” I bark. “Come and sit in this nice hole I dug for you.”
Kristina waves and yells, “Come.”
“No way,” I bark. “I’ve got a coconut to play with.”
No one stops, so what choice to I have but to join the run.
Okay, I’ll admit, I had fun.
6 thoughts on “Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Goes Beach Running”
I remember playing on the beach in California many years ago. It was called dog beach where dogs could run off leash. There must be a dog beach in heaven that it was modeled after. BOL Momma Jean feels weird ending a sentence with a preposition but that’s how I talk to her. She says you mom is a writer and will notice these eorros in grammar. We would like to share with you the link to our first book review. http://wp.me/p1i1E2-2R6 Love M.J.
Very cool. I borrowed my human’s computer and tweeted about your book. I’m also now following your blog and facebook page 🙂
Thanks! As you can tell Momma Jean doesn’t keep up my facebook page very well. In face she hasn’t even mentioned my book review on it as of yet. I hope your reply motivates her Love M.J.
She should post the review everywhere and remind people the book is out there.
Thank you 🙂