Ah, my sweet, sweet, stinky-faced dog, Farley, had a birthday on November 13th. He’s my little guy. This year the fuzz butt turned 10 years old. I’ve had him since he was 12 weeks old and since then he’s:

  • Been through 2 marriages
  • 1 divorce
  • Deaths of my Dad and grandparents
  • Five residences
  • An exodus to North Carolina
  • Death of one of his siblings in the house
  • The addition of Tobey the dopey giant
  • All of my emotional baggage
  • so much more!

I love the little pooch. He’s turned into one of the humans in the house. He’s crotchety. He has an easy going personality. He’s my little boy. When I was single we would go out and ride around in my truck and face numerous adventures together.

Often times people think that I named him after Chris Farley. They couldn’t be more wrong. My Farley was named after someone much more noble than Tommy Boy. My Farley was named after Farley from ‘For Better or Worse’. Want to see? Then take a look at http://www.fborfw.com/features/farley/passes.php

For his birthday, Angela got him a cheeseburger topped with a little bit of vanilla milkshake. I love my little guy.