After having just the best birthday ever, I took a nap—in the sun!
I was sleeping along all warm and toasty when I heard—the sound of motor!!
I woke up pretty fast…I could hear a big motor heading down the farm road. It didn’t sound like Dad or Mom, besides they were here. I could hear Dad out by his shop pounding on something and I knew Mom was inside because I saw her GO inside.
I know this motor sound! It’s the dreaded UPS tuck! My worst enemy, of all trucks, in my whole world.
I jumped up, lifted me lips into a snare, gave a loud, throaty howl and took off running as fast as my Beagle legs could carry me. I wanted to beat that truck to the bridge and back him off — I don’t want him coming into the farm yard!
I raced against time, but that UPS truck made it into the yard, backed up and came to a squealing stop, tires popping gravel everywhere.
I kept up my most fierce barking and howls; I REALLY DO NOT LIKE THE UPS guy!
Mom was out of the house and right behind me. “Shhh, Boomer! That’s enough! Stop it Now!” Mom ordered!
I didn’t stop! No siree, bob! I HATE the UPS guy! He is the only person in the whole wide world I hate, but I do HATE him!
Suddenly the UPS guy was OUT OF THE TRUCK—– OH MOM BE CAREFUL! HE IS A BAD ONE! I howled.
Then there he was…not THE UPS guy, but a whole other UPS guy. He talked really nice to me (didn’t try to kick me or anything), put out his hand and offered me
A Dog Cookie! You got to be kidding! I stopped making all sorts of noise, walked toward the NICE UPS guy; he walked toward me…. And, you know what? I GOT A COOKIE!
And a pat on the head!
And Nice words!
Gosh! Maybe the awful UPS guy works someplace else.
I took my cookie and headed over to the lawn to eat it. I heard Mom thank the UPS guy, take her package and the door slam on the UPS truck.
Then the motor roared back into life and was gone.
I never even raised my head from my very yummy cookie.
After a spell the cookie was gone.
I saw Mom was doing something in her tomato patch, pulling them up it looks like. They do look sorta bad, all black and wilty and sorta, well… done for.
She has her wheel-barrow out and is loading the sorry looking tomato plants into the wheel-barrow, removing all the stakes and raking around where the plants used to be.
I began pacing around and around. I tried following Mom from one spot to another; until Mom stopped and petted me on the head: “Boomer, STOP! You have to either lay down or find something to do.”
Next I tried sniffing out the news around the tomato patch, nothing, nothing at the woodpile (well mice, but they are boring), nothing around the trash cans…Mom burned all the interesting stuff…nothing around the corral fences… NOTHING!
Everything is just so BORING!
and Min-Min Lu are hanging around with mom-I’ll just let them doing the hanging around and take my little self — off. I’m sure there is more interesting things to do than watch Mom in the tomato patch.