The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Hauling Hay

Fuzz and I woke up early this morning; just at the sky was starting to color up a bit in the East.  It was rather cold…that is why we woke up.  Cold, brrrr!  48*!  Mom is going to have to snuggle up our dog houses pretty soon, or let us sleep in the house.

Sleep in the house…HEY that works for me!  Fuzzy doesn’t really like to sleep in the house; he says he gets too hot.

I had to remind him that he sure likes to be in the house when there is fire in the sky.

“That’s different”, he growled at me. “I’m a watch dog, I’m also a cow dog, and I’m the protector of the farm.  I sleep outside so I can SEE and HEAR what is going on, if something bad is happening then I can give the alarm.”

“Oh”, I replied.  “I just thought being in the house, was well, warmer.”

“It is son, it is.  But we watchdogs have real work to do.  Mom will be along and fix us up; she hasn’t failed us yet, has she.”

“Actually, no she hasn’t,” I answered.

So up we were when a huge flock of little twittering and cheeping birds came by and landed in our tree.  They sure were full of chit-chat and chatter, I sat there and watched them and listened in on their conversations:

“Are you tired, Mable?”

“Not yet, but having this tree right here was really good.”

“Ready to go”


“A short rest doesn’t do anyone of us any harm we have a long way to go today”

Mom walked out the house about that time causing about 1/3 of the birds to swoosh up into the air, the rest stopped talking.

Then Dad came out and got on his four-wheeler.  That was the end of the birds resting.  They all flew away.

I wonder where they are going…..

Anyway, we have work to do today.  It the last day of hauling in the hay! I love this type of work.  I get to ride with Fuzzy if I get tired or I can run alongside Mom checking out the bales.  I found a bull snake. WHEW!  That was a trip.

I was sniffing around one of the bales because it had a funny smell…sort of …well, hummm, let me see, musty, wet ….now just what is that odor?  I can’t seem to find a word for it, when all of a sudden —–


I jumped ten feet in the air.

That thing could move FAST.  I think it must have been 50 feet long!  The slithery long monster ran right at me!  RIGHT AT ME!!!!!!!     WOW!   WOOF! WOOF!  BARK! BARK!    I gave the red alarm.  Mom sure took her time getting over to the hay bale.

“Oh, Boom. That is just a snake.”  Come on get on the four-wheeler and leave it be, they do more good than harm.”  She laughed.

Yeah right.  You don’t have to tell me more than once. I know when I need to be on the four-wheeler and right now is one of those times!

After a while I wanted off, so I hoped off.  Fuzzy stayed on. He doesn’t get off much anymore. Heck, he never gets off.  Says his days of getting off and running around are over. It is so much better to ride.  Mom and I can get off, but he wants to just enjoy the sun and having the four-wheeler do all the work.

It only took about three hours to get the hay bales turned right (sometimes they come out of the baler and land crooked or they fall over, sometimes the baler doesn’t bale the bale well.  The twine slips or the knot doesn’t knot or sometime or other, when that happens it’s called a broken bale.  We, Mom and us pick the broken bales up and haul them into the feed bunk.  We also haul some down to the goats.

After we got all the bales straightened and Dad got all the hay stacked it was time to head up to the cement ditch and turn the water down.  One last irrigation for the hay and we are done for the year.

Sure seems to have gone fast.

This reminds me.  It was a year ago this week that I came to live here.  I picked this place.  It’s mine.  They love me and I love them.

Mom sang Happy Anniversary to me off and on all day.  She said since we don’t know my real birthday then today is going to be my birthday.  The vet said I was about 4-5 years old last year, so I guess this year I’m about 5-6 years old.  Whatever doesn’t really matter to me.  I like living here.  I like Fuzzy a lot and I love finding out what each new day is going to bring.

This farm living is the life for me!


With Our Boys in Service—October 12, 1944

15 thoughts on “The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Hauling Hay

  1. Hooray for tough farm/guard dogs. Reminds me of my good farm friend who was a German Shepherd-Lab cross. He’d help me roll bales too. He liked it when the bales got left in the field long enough that mice were under them. He’d brace himself for the roll and then jump in and snap their heads off.


  2. Hey Boomer,
    When the weather is not too hot around here I like to sit out on the back patio. Every once in awhile a wily squirrel runs across the top of the fence. I bark and bark so it knows that this is my yard and not to mess with us. I’m not sure what I’d do if I saw a snake. Probably the same as you.

    Have a great day,


  3. Love the last photo – that is one happy dog! There has been furious harvesting here over the last couplke of weeks, with farmers making the moat of what little dry weather there has been, often combining through the night. A lot of ploughing has been done, and the winter crops are already giving a green haze to the fields.


  4. I look forward to your, or Fuzzy’s writing on Friday!! You really picked a good home for yourself. I love that last picture. You must have been running really fast!!


  5. Hi Boomer, WOW… you got a real heart-thumping start to your Anniv/Birthday !! That monster 50 foot long snake sure gave you a real surprise eh!!
    Anyway, it was beaut sharing your day. You are one happy dog aren’t you. Loved your post. Those photos of you and Fuzzy on the back of the bike are terrific. It’s nice reading that Fuzzy can sit up there and rest his bones in the sun, and still be ‘in on the action’ so to speak 😀
    It was also real interesting reading about the jobs that need doing when the hay is baled. No way would I have realised all the little extras that are needed. Cheerio!


  6. Happy Anniversary Boomer! You and Fuzzy sure lead a fun and exciting life! I got to bark at frogs yesterday – how cool! Goofy buggers were jumping all over the place, splashing in the water and disappearing! A LOT more fun and active than the turtles I bark at also!

    Hank the Hounddawg


  7. Happy Anniversary-Birthday, Boomer! And watch out for those snakes! Two of our kitties were messing with snakes recently and both popped up with injuries and abscesses!

    Linda, your hay is so beautiful compared to the hay we get here!


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