Farley here.

I’m eight years old and for the first time, I met one one my siblings.

I was running along the beach when I saw her. There was something familiar about her, so I ran closer.

Kristina said to Mathew,”Check it out. There’s a Wheaten.”

I bolt even faster. We meet, we greet, we do the usual sniffing.

By this time, my humans have caught up to us. We don’t see many Wheaten Terriers who still have a full tail.

“Where did you get her?” Kristina asked.

“From a breeder near Comox,” the man said.

My heart pounded. I knew something special was about to happen.

A little more discussion goes on, and we find out we’re sister and brother. I didn’t even know I had a sister. She’s a bit smaller than me and a bit blonder. But don’t you think we look like siblings?

Talk about exciting!

Woof Woof.