Farley here,
Some of you know I spent 5 years of my life living on a sailboat. You’d think living on a boat meant I spent most of my days on the beach. However, I had to bark at my human as he windsurfed by me. I was letting him know it was time to hit the beach.
Now I’m a land lover – but I still find time to go to the beach. My plan for the long weekend – here’s what it will look like.
Someone tell Kristina she might need sunscreen, as I’m going to stay on the beach the whole day.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Last night I went to a pub with my peeps. We have a visitor staying with us, and I wanted to impress her.
I’m a pretty restaurant savvy dog, so I show her where the pub is and how to get to our table.
But really, some dogs don’t know we should be dignified when visiting a pub where people eat dinner.
This puppy felt standing on my head was appropriate.
And she was so cute, I didn’t put up a fuss.
Woof Woof.
Farley here.
Happy Easter. I’m spending my long weekend hiking. What are you doing?
If I look cute enough, I bet I’ll get some left over turkey…
Woof Woof
Farley here,
Any of you dogs out there get a cuddle while you’re getting your haircut?
When Kristina brings my grooming kit into the room, I run to her and snuggle up. There is something about human hands taking care of me that puts me in a state of relaxation.
The warmth of Kristina’s hands, the gentleness of her touch, just brings on happiness.
She complains she never gives me an even cut when I’m sprawled around her legs, but I know she loves the cuddles as much as I do.
Besides, I’d rather have funny looking hair if it means lots of loving!
Woof Woof.
Farley here. I started my career as an office dog at Panorama Mountain Resort. I was 9 weeks old and already office friendly – meaning no peeing inside the building, no barking, and no rough play.
Then I spent years in the office on our sailboat, Mattina.
Same rules applied in the cockpit.
Now I work from home – but Kristina expects me to proofread.
The one constant…I spend my days with Kristina working on whatever she wants 🙂
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
You many have guessed I moved from the mountains to a city. Things are sure different here.
The other day, I went to a place called Canadian Tire. Everybody loved me there. And I mean everybody. I could barely trot down an aisle without someone stopping to pet me.
Not all stores are dog friendly, but Kristina is really good at finding the ones I can go to.
The best aisle was the dog food aisle. I sniffed out the most wonderful smelling treat and stuck my nose onto the bag until Kristina got the hint that she should buy them for me.
As usual, when I got to the till there was a cookie waiting for me.
I’m meeting lots of new humans in this town, and so far they’ve all been awesome.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
Life is good. Not only am I welcome in the local hardware store, everyone talked me and told what a great dog I am! Seriously, at least 5 different people stopped to pet me.
Then when it was time to leave, this nice lady gave me a cookie.
And I didn’t have to do any tricks. I like her.
Woof Woof
Farley here,
I have a new game. It’s called Cat Watching. You count home many cats you see in one day. Whoever sees the most wins.
Kristina allows me one bark per cat. That’s how she knows how many I’ve seen. I’m not very good at counting, but she is. And she’s very honest when keeping score.
So far, I’m winning the game.
Woof Woof.
Farley here,
Humans like to visit each other over the holidays and things get a little crazy.
Over two weeks, I lived in 5 different houses – and only one of them had a dog!
The best part – Kristina brings my dog bed everywhere, so I have somewhere soft to sleep. The extra treats from the families we visit are good too.
The worst part – I’m never sure if my humans are coming back when they leave me alone in a house. What if I they left me? I can’t believe they would, but it’s hard not to worry. I speak to Kristina with my eyes, sending her a message every time she goes somewhere, and so far it’s working. She knows to come back.
Any tips on how to ensure your human comes home?
We’ve finally settled again, and I got play time on the beach.
Like a faithful human, Kristina has brought me on all her travels.
Woof Woof.
P.S. Thanks to all those who asked about me. I was too busy traveling to write my posts.
Farley here,
I heard Kristina and Mathew talking about getting another dog. Gasp!
What are they thinking?
Kristina dog sits other dogs. But when that happens, I’m forced to claim my place. Flint is trying to hustle in on my human, but really, he should sit on the floor.
I know Kristina loves me the most.
Yesterday, we went for a hike. I wore my boots like a good dog. What humans don’t understand about boots is I can’t get a grip on the snow.
I slip and slide all over the place.
We hit the golf course and traverse the signature hole called “Cliff Hanger.” Why is it called Cliff Hanger?…Cause it has a cliff between the tee and the putting green. Of course, it’s covered with snow now, so we can play on it.
I romp along the edge and lose traction. I slide over the edge, roll about 10 feet, and get stopped by a bush.
Every time I try to get back up the hill, I slide back into the bush. I keep trying but just can’t make it.
I know I’ll be ok when I see Kristina’s head appear. She’s calling me, but I can’t get to her.
She crawls down the slop and works her way to me. She sinks in the snow, so her progress is slow. When she reaches me, she grabs my harness and pulls.
I still can’t get a grip, and I’m struggling too hard for her to get my boots off.
She hauls me to her high side on the cliff and rests me her hip. She won’t let go. We struggle our way sideways across the slope – there is no going up – until we reach a spot that’s not too steep. She wraps her arms around me, heaves me upward, and crawls behind me.
I slide into her, but her body stops me from going down again. She pushed me up a few inches and crawls behind me. Eventually we make it to the top.
Snow covers her pants and winter coat. There’s even snow in her hair. She lays panting beside me, and I lick her cheek. We made it!
So this is how I know she loves me. Now why would she need another dog? I don’t like to share. Please tell her she can dog sit, but no permanent visits.
Woof Woof
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