Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Goes Beach Running

Farley Here,

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?

Farley with 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.”

Farley Joining Run

No one stops, so what choice to I have but to join the run.

Gang running

Okay, I’ll admit, I had fun.

Woof Woof.


6 thoughts on “Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten Goes Beach Running

  1. 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.


      1. 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.


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