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Things Farfel Likes
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 Peanut
butter. Creamy, crunchy, low-fat, salt-free,
Peter Pan,
Jif,
Skippy, or the house brand; it
doesn't really make much of a difference to Farfel. If a jar is opened within a half-mile radius of this animal, he is
unfailingly aware of it. Just a smidge on the
tip of your finger will make him your puppy forever. |
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Snow.
Perhaps because it’s one of the few of nature’s phenomena over which
he can assert some control, Farfel just can’t get enough of snow.
When he sees some, he dives in head first, rolls around in it on his
back, and gets a real kick out of pushing it from one place to
another. In addition, he recently discovered that snow is edible.
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Things Farfel Dislikes |
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The Hoover from Hell. Is there any dog
who doesn’t view vacuum cleaners as mortal enemies?
The
mere sight of Scott's Hoover causes a terrified Farfel to get
out of Dodge as fast as he can, his tail drooping between his
hind legs. And when this satanic contraption is running full bore,
it’s surely just cause to growl, bark, run and, of course,
pee. |
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The
hated brush. Some dogs love to be groomed, but Farfel isn't one
of them. Few things annoy him more than having his coat brushed. |
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Glyco-Flex
II. A dietary supplement containing the building blocks of
cartilage that Farfel takes because of his hip dysplasia. He doesn't
notice the lousy taste when you coat it with
peanut butter. |
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Robodog.
One day Scott bought Robodog, a menace who must be stopped. He
walks, barks, wags his tail and shakes his head, but has
no scent or conscience. His nefarious plot to take
over the apartment must be foiled at all costs. |
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Rain.
One drawback of having the great outdoors as your bathroom
is that there are times you have to go out in the rain. And when
it’s raining outside, Farfel would rather be inside. He blames
Scott – who, after all, controls everything else in this dog’s
life – for inclement weather. What he has never grasped is that
he could limit his exposure if he just hurried up a little bit.
So the usual drill involves an impatient human dragging a wet,
ornery pooch around the block, neither very happy with the
other. |
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