Well, really not MY gang, but they are My job!
My job is to alert Mom and Dad if something is remiss on the farm. Fuzzy was the guard dog…he didn’t like a neighbor we had for a spell…every time that neighbor came up Fuzzy would try to bite him. Turns out that neighbor was stealing car parts from Dad! Night camera’s are very good about letting human’s know what is REALLY going on….we dog try, but sometimes our people just don’t understand.
So with Fuzzy’s passing I try to fill both his paws and mine. (I’m a little slack on filling Fuzzy’s sometimes my job seems…well, big enough. Mom says I don’t have to be Fuzzy, I just have to be me…Boomer Beagle).
Anyway..every morning I like to play ‘catch the squirrel brothers’
Bucks in the field!
“Look at that?” says Dad…”Three-points!”
“Get them out of the bean field, Boomer! GO!”
And you know what?