Farley here,
Boo Hoo. I’m lonely this week. Finn left me. You remember him? He’s the Icelandic Sheepdog who lived with us for two weeks. He went back to Calgary, where ever that is. I thought he’d moved in with us for good. Sometimes my peeps don’t explain things very well. Kristina still thinks I understand full sentences. Finn did bark that he missed the city, so I guess he needed his own life back with his peeps.
Now I have to play with the ball my myself. I carry it around and give Kristina my most pathetic look. She won’t wrestle with me for the ball, she won’t chase me across the snow, and she won’t bite the ball and try to pry it out of my mouth.
Someone send me another dog.
Woof Woof.
Creative Story Editors 
I wish I was there to play with you. Someone will come along soon.
Have fun playing by yourself for awhile.
Sincerely,
Joan
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You could bring a ball and throw it for me. That would make me wag my tail.
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I asked my human if we could come visit and she said you are too far away. We Are close in thought though. Love M.J.
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It’s a big continent. You’re on one side and I’m on the other. Have fun with all your buddies.
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You capture Farley perfectly! These posts always make me smile 🙂
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Thank you Jamie.
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Life can be ruff at times…
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🙂
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