Farley here,
So you tell me, what bigger hint can I give Kristina that I want her to play ball with me?
Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: Can a dog ride a bike?
Farley here,
My lifelong gal pal loves to ride a bike. How does she do that you ask?
Well, she gets in the basket.
Did you notice the wind in her hair – like she’s a glamour queen. I asked Kristina if I could ride a bike too, and she said I was too big for the basket.
I don’t get that. I’ve done a lot of kayaking, so why not biking, too?
Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: Woo Hoooo!
Farley here,
I love, love, love running down a hill.
Here’s the game. I let my humans scramble down the hill ahead of me while I wait patiently at the top. And I mean patiently. They’re really slow.
Then, I let it rip…
This hill is as steep as it looks in the photo. But I’m not scared. I keep going until the flat bit below. I may not live in the mountains anymore, but I can still handle the terrain!
Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: Freedom from bears and golfers.
Farley here,
Two obstacles stand in the way of my off-leash freedom. Bears and golfers.
I haven’t seen a bear in weeks. Dare I suggest they’ve all gone to a higher altitude in search of a place to hibernate?
When winter is on the way, golfers go south, I think.
For me the coming winter is a reason to celebrate. I have miles of open grass to play on. There are sticks everywhere in the forest. I don’t have to wear a leash. And…My hair grows long.
Three cheers for winter!
Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: Dogs and Golf
Farley here,
Happiness has descended on my village. Yup, I live in a small village.
Every spring, something bad happens. Golfers arrive and take over my park. From May to October, they hit some little ball into a hole. They don’t even chase the balls and bring it back. They just cheer if it goes into the hole. Kind of odd behaviour.
But every fall, they leave. I don’t know where they go, but now I’m free to roam and play,
Check out my terrain!
There are multiple places for me to dig in the sand.
There are tons of sticks in the forest for my to carry and chew.
You can’t see them, but there are also ponds for me to swim in.
And…And…there is no leash in sight.
So yes, happiness has descended on my village.
Woof Woof. Wag Wag.
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Farley’s Friday: The Creeks Are Running, And So Are The Dogs
Farley here,
The snow melted, and it seems to have gone into the creeks. The water level is almost at my tummy. Ok, that’s an exaggeration. It’s above my paws. But that’s deep enough for me.
I don’t like to go in water over my head so this is perfect.
Yesterday, I played hard with my pal, Flint.
And the reward…drinks in the creek. Cold water. Sticks to chase. What could be better?
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: Dogs At Play
Farley here,
It’s still winter here in Canada and the golf course is still open for dogs. Also, this week is something called spring break where small humans don’t have to go to school.
That means these little people come to the resort. That’s nice, but what’s really great is they bring their dogs.
This is my friend for life Jessie. She’s supposed to be wrestling with me, but she’s been in the car for a few hours and needs to run. Meanwhile, I’ll just roll around until she’s ready to play.
Freedom to run is the best!
Woof Woof.
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Farley’s Friday: Where’s the snow?
Farley here,
I’m so confused. Last November there was snow on the ground. I love snow, and I can’t find it. Every morning I head outside and check if it arrived during the night. And every morning I find green grass.
I’m ready for winter. I’ve got my booties cleaned and stacked by the door. There are extra towels to dry me off with. My blanket it ready by the fire.
Could someone call the weather people and tell them to send snow my way?
Woof Woof
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Farley’s Friday: I’m Showing My Fangs
Farley here,
The humans down the street have a new dog. His name is Finn, and he’s a Portuguese Water Dog. Except he doesn’t really like water, so what’s with the name?
The golf course is free of snow but not open for golfers yet. So we get to run, play, wrestle… on 18 fairways. That’s a lot of turf to cover.
I know my fangs are out and I look a bit vicious, but I’m not. This is how we play. Finn is a rough-and-tumble kinda guy. I don’t actually bite him. He’s only 7 months old, and I’m seven years.
In the end, I’m exhausted but so happy to have a new friend living in my neighbourhood. I can’t wait to get out there again and chase him around the bunkers.
Woof Woof
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