Farley here.

Kristina loves dogs. That’s fine, but she should love me the most.

To get her fill of other dogs, she likes to do something she calls “Dog Sitting.”

I like it when she dogs sits other dogs and we’re outside.

 

But when a dog enters my home, I have to claim Kristina as mine.

 

I don’t mind sharing a stick, but I do mind sharing Kristina. No one else can go near her!

Woof Woof

Farley here,

Nine years ago today, I started taking care of Kristina and Mathew. They had a lot to learn.

Look how cute they were that first day! I look a little shocked, but I got the hang of taking care of humans (meaning getting them to do what I want) pretty quickly.

First, make sure your human knows when to feed you. Pawing at the bowl and banging it against the wall is a great training technique. This works for the water bowl, too.

Then, make sure they put your crate or bed in their bedroom. This is easy too. Practice your best sad cry at 3 am. Don’t stop until crate/bed is moved beside your human. It only took me a year to move from the crate to their bed.

Humans don’t like it if you pee inside the house, so run to the door and prance in circles. A little woof will get their attention. If they’re not understanding you,  squat but don’t pee yet. They’ll run from wherever they are and open the door.

Most importantly, we dogs need a lot of love. To get invited onto a lap, sit at a humans feet, gently place you head on their foot, and give them your best loving eyes. Nudge their hand. Give a a little kiss – not too much because slobber is not appreciated. Before you know it, the human will pick you up and snuggle with you on their lap.

That’s the basics of training a human. Good luck!

Woof Woof

 

 

Farley here,

I live 1200 meters above sea level. The water in our creeks comes from mountain lakes, but somehow they never seem cold to me.

I try to get Kristina to come swimming, and she won’t even get her toes wet in the summers. I’m giving her my best come-swim-with-me eyes, and she’s just laughing at me.

So now it’s September, and I don’t believe I’ll get her to swim with me.

I’ll go in all winter – that’s cause I’m tough!

Woof Woof.

Farley here,

Sad eyes, that’s what I have. The question is why. I’m standing in a beautiful creek. I’m off-leash.  What could be making me sad?

Kristina is telling me it’s time to get out of the creek and head home. I don’t want to. I love it in here. My tummy is cool. My paws tingle in the running water.

I put on my “best” sad eyes. They get Kristina every time. She can’t stand it if she thinks I’m unhappy, so she gives me more time to play in the water.

But to answer the question: “Are Wheaten Terriers ever sad?” Not a chance. I’ve been gifted with eyes that can look sad, but inside I’m all giggles. I know I’ll get my way, especially with a human like mine.

Woof Woof