The source of this story comes from one that Lynn Johnston often tells about her early days with Farley the dog and her son:
Quoting from the From the Lives Behind the Lines collection book:
When our marriage broke up, Farley became mine alone, and I had a baby to look after. Farley was not fond of “the other kid” which was evident in the way he’d rev up in the hallway, before charging into the kitchen, where baby Aaron dangled like bait in his Jolly Jumper. Head down and at full speed he’d sideswipe the jumper, sending Aaron into a spinning, froth-raising frenzy, which I think he enjoyed.
I soon had to admit that this was not going to result in a friendship between the two. Either the kid or the dog had to go, and the choice wasn’t easy!
The source of this story comes from one that Lynn Johnston often tells about her early days with Farley the dog and her son:
Quoting from the From the Lives Behind the Lines collection book:
When our marriage broke up, Farley became mine alone, and I had a baby to look after. Farley was not fond of “the other kid” which was evident in the way he’d rev up in the hallway, before charging into the kitchen, where baby Aaron dangled like bait in his Jolly Jumper. Head down and at full speed he’d sideswipe the jumper, sending Aaron into a spinning, froth-raising frenzy, which I think he enjoyed.
I soon had to admit that this was not going to result in a friendship between the two. Either the kid or the dog had to go, and the choice wasn’t easy!