Farley here.
Smells. There are smells everywhere.
“Check this out,” I bark at Kristina.
She smiles in her indulgent way and waits for me to stick my nose in the snow.
I know there’s something under here. I dig deeper.
“What are you, an ostrich?” Kristina asks.
I pause for a moment. What’s an ostrich? Ah who cares. I continue digging.
The problem I have is something I like to call SNOW NOSE.
Kristina laughs, but I’m not sure this is funny.
I have a solution. To get rid of snow nose, I rub my nose in the snow.
Can anyone guess if this worked?
Woof Woof.
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Now you will have a head full of snow.! You make us laugh. Farley
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You’re laughing with me and not at me. Right?
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OH. Of course!
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Woof woof. I need an emoji of a tail wagging.
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Beautiful story, Farley 🙂
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Thank you. I’m practicing my writing skills so I can keep busy when Kristina is writing.
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Good to know 🙂 I will check your stories every time you will post them
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Farley, you have that “try, try again” thing down pat. I hope you thawed out by a warm fire.
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Of course. I have a soft bed where I curl up and get toasty … until it’s time to go outside again.
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