I looked back a couple of times, but Dad and Mom were busy and well…there were things I needed to find out and stuff to do. I kicked my beagle body into high gear and galloped up the last turn, of the slope and headed into the depths of Sage Brush Hill.
I checked out everything I could find on Sage Brush Hill, the old rotten logs on the long-time dead Chinese Elm tree, the spot where the cows like to bed down in the winter…I laid myself down in that spot and gave a huge sigh—it felt all warm and comfy, not a breeze or a drift of a chill could reach a body that was laying here…got up and made my way to the edge of the drain ditch, sniffed around there a good while, trotted back up to the tippy top, top and pointed my nose in the direction of where Mom and Dad were working.
They were still there, but they had both started working together heading BACK toward the north side of the place. Looks like they decided the west side was the side that needed their attention.
They won’t be missing me anytime soon.
Back I went…this time working my way into the thicket of the Sage Brush…I was just getting a bead on a nice lead when I heard…
“BOOMER! TIME TO GO! COME ON BOOMER!!! HURRY UP?”
HUH! That’s Mom calling me.
Then I heard the four-wheeler start up!
WOW! They are getting ready to head out! I gave up the thread of a very interesting trail and dashed to the top of the Sage Brush Hill…I stood at the top and raised my voice in a long-loud wail of a howl! I gave it all the volume I could. My howl went on and on and on.
Good! Dad heard me and turned off his four-wheeler.
Now Mom has her four-wheeler off.
I picked up my paws and made a HUGE dash, in a straight line down the Sage Brush Hill. No trotting around the four-wheeler road in half-circles until I got down — I went straight as an arrow right up to Mom and Dad.
“Geez, look at Boomer come,” Dad announced. “The grass is so tall you can only see it parting as he comes toward us.”
Then I was there. Panting happily as Mom reached down and picked me up and put me on the four-wheeler behind her.
“You silly little dog,” she said as she patted me on the belly.
I whapped my tail on the back of my four-wheeler seat, in happy agreement.
With that we were zipping along on the road leading to the cattail swamp…Dad pushing the grasses out the way and Mom and I coming right along behind him.
I was very glad I didn’t have to follow on my own two legs behind them I don’t think I could have made it through the grass, and I don’t think I could have even seen or smelled my way toward wherever we were going.
Suddenly Dad stopped.
Then Mom stopped. I peeked my head around Mom and saw Dad was off looking at the fence.
“Cut wires!” He announced.
Mom got off and started loading up all the fencing equipment they were going to need to put back THREE strands of cut wires.
“Stay” she pointed at me. “Stay right there. This is NOT a place for you to get out and wander around!”
So I stayed.
Then I got bored.
I mean this is really boring just sitting here. I sat up, yawned, gave myself a good scratching on the belly and the side.
I looked over at Mom and Dad…backs turned, looks like some straining pulling on wires and things…I very carefully put one paw onto the seat of Mom’s four-wheeler.
(You do realize this (Mom’s) four-wheeler is also MY four-wheeler, don’t you?)
So since this is also MY four-wheeler I then put my back paw a little closer to the seat, now I am bunching up my muscles to get myself down….
“BOOMER! You get back up there and stay! We are just about done here!”
MOM yelled at me