Sometimes Kristina likes to look at pictures of me when I was a puppy. Check out the “stick” I’m playing with.
Kristina threw it and said, “Fetch.”
I trotted after it, lay down, and chewed it. Like I’d pick something up and bring it back to her. No matter how hard she tried, I wouldn’t return with the stick. Finally I told her, ” It’s a twig not a stick.”
She laughed. “Come on, Farley. You can do it.”
Of course I could. But would I chose to? That’s the important question.
I think I was pretty cute and wagged my tail at her. No fetching a twig for me. And just so you know, to this day, I’ve never fetched a stick.
Did you know older dogs sometimes don’t like to play with puppies? I don’t understand that.
Check out this puppy I met at the beach. The thing you have to understand about puppies is they jump on you, bite you, paw at you and chase you.
Their sharp teeth can sting a little, but there’s not much power in the bite. That’s the down side. The fun comes with the excitement a puppy exudes when playing. I can’t resist.
The humans standing around always praise me and comment on how patient I am. I love the praise, so a nip here and there are worth it.
Bring on the puppies!
I was looking over Kristina’s shoulder as she was flipping through photos and look what I found. This is me, day one, with my new humans.
Hard to believe that was six and half years ago. I knew I was going to be one pampered puppy!