Farley’s Friday: The Case of The Disappearing Ball

Farley here,

Do you know where my ball went?

Kristina lobbed it over my head and across the field. What I don’t understand is why she threw the ball when I was still on leash. I don’t think she was paying attention. She tossed it. I ran. She fell when I jerked the leash.

I looked back for a second, just to check she was okay, and then kept running. I had my eye on the bright orange ball as it flew through the air. I was concentrating hard. And then . . . in an instant it disappeared.

No matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it.

Lost Ball

Can someone mail me another ball? By the way, Kristina wasn’t hurt during the production of this blog.

Woof Woof.


Farley’s Friday: Snowball fights

Farley here,

My FFL Finn has been here since Wednesday. He’s an Icelandic Sheepdog and knows all kinds of games. Dogs in Iceland must really like games.  I just found out what a snowball fight is.

Kristina throws a ball at my face. I look at her as if she’s crazy. I have no idea what she wants me to do.

Farley Curios

Kristina throws a snowball at Finn’s face. He catches it.

Finn Farley Snowball

Can you see the snowball in his mouth? I’m getting the idea of what’s expected of me.

Kristina throws a snowball in between us and look what happens!


Finn is poised and ready. He’s concentrating on the snowball. I fly into the air. I just don’t know why.

Can you guess who caught it?

Woof Woof


Farley’s Friday: A Wheaten with Other Dogs

Farley here,

Winter is coming. I know it’s only September, but there’s snow on the ground. So what’s a dog to do. I’ve dreaming about my best  friend Joe. We used to play when I was a pup. We’d roll around in the snow, chew on each other’s ears, chase each other. Joe even let me hang on to his ear, and he’d carry me.

Farley and Joe 2008 11 09

What am I missing now? Joe doesn’t live here anymore. He lives in Italy. What a crazy dog. So I’m interviewing for new friends.

This is a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. We’re weren’t formally introduced, but we did have fun playing. He’s bigger than me, but so was Joe.

Farley and Greater Swiss Dog

Running in the snow keeps me cool, but balls of snow get caught in my fur and between my pads. Kristina is talking about making wear booties to solve this problem. Please tell her not to make me look uncool. The other dogs might laugh at me if I look silly . . . oh, who am I kidding. I look silly most of the time, so my friends better get used to it.

Woof Woof.

Farley’s Friday: Windsurfing? Paddle Boarding for a Wheaten Terrier?

Farley here,

All I can say is, “Woof woof,” about my week.

Kids, water toys. Life is just exciting! I’m telling my short human, Julia, to hang on as Kristina tries to paddle away from her. I end up in the water more often  than the kids, and no one cares. They’re all too busy laughing at me.

Farley on Board

Cottage life is the greatest, but I’m getting a little tired of being wet all the time. I used to be a boat dog, but I never spent this much time in the water.

Woof Woof.

Farley’s Friday: Paddle Boarding for Dogs?

Farley Here,

Jasper and his human, Libby, go ripping by my boat on their paddle board. Jasper is one of my Friend For Life dogs. And doesn’t he look cool out there? Who knew a Springer Spaniel could be so talented.

“Wait for me,” I bark.

Jasper on Paddle Board

Now I don’t have a paddle board. I’ve got a kayak, which I love, but this board thingy looks pretty fun.

“Wait for me,” I bark again, but Jasper and Libby glide on by as if they don’t understand what I’m saying.

What kind of friends are they? Okay, still my FFL, but really, he should invite me along when he’s having fun.

Woof Woof.

Farley’s Friday: A Wheaton Gets In Trouble

Farley here,

If you’ve been reading, you know I’m a good dog. But don’t all dogs have issues once in a while?

I don’t beg. I don’t jump on people. I don’t bark often, okay I bark when I see a dolphin or a turtle. I also bark when Kristina goes swimming. So it’s a water thing with me.

Anyway, I’ve lost focus already because I don’t want to tell you I misbehaved. Kristina told me I had to since I only write good things about myself.

I was innocently digging in the mud when I spotted something bright yellow. Now, you say to yourself, at this point, I should have taken stock and chosen a different path forward.

Farley and Bag 1

Good thought, but not what happened. The next thing I know, I’m biting and tossing Kristina’s water proof camera bag. Not good, I know. I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Even with Kristina telling me to stop, I just couldn’t do it.

Farley and Bag 2

The best thing about my human is even when she’s not happy with me, she’s smiling at me. The worst I get is, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Not so talented with discipline, is she.

Woof Woof.

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 …

Farley and Joe Playing

And more of …

Farley and Joe Playing 2

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.

Farley and Joe Sleeping

I will admit, I liked to cuddle with him. That doesn’t mean I’m not a cool dude, though.

Woof Woof.

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 . . .

Farley Rolling 1

And then I roll left.

Farley Rolling 2

And lastly, I play with my squeaky toy.

Farley Rolling 3

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