The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing—Chapter Four

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Four

 

Okay…this isn’t good!  Mom decided we were going for a walk in the canyon—Sigh!

And I didn’t have to wear a leash! YIPPEE!

But she did put a collar on me!  Hummm!

Collar but no leash!?!?

Then I found out!  A TRACKING COLLAR!!

“No rolling in anything nasty, Boom!  No running off to chase something I don’t know about!  No getting around anything SICK!  You can run free, but you have to run where I can SEE you!”

When that she plunked me down and we took off!

I trotted off ahead of Mom and Dad…then I decided to take a little detour into the sage brush just around the corner.

ACCCKKK!

What in the jiggers was THAT?!  I stopped dead, right where I was.  Then Mom was upon me…”I know you haven’t worn this in a long time, Boomie, but you surely remember what to do.  No running out of sight, if you see something stop and point, and stay right there until we get to you.”

I looked her right in the eye…YES!  I had forgotten.  Yes! I did know what to do.  I just haven’t had to wear this forever!  For four years…not since Fuzzy died.  Maybe because Mom stopped going to very interesting places like the forest, the canyon, or the desert.

“There are BEARS out here, Boomie.  If you see one- stop and let us know.  We will turn around and go right back to the pick-up”.  She gave me a kiss on my nose.

OKAY!  My memory is back sharp and clear.  Collar, without leash means walk carefully and warn Mom and Dad if there is danger near by!

Off we went again!

After a wonderful long time we headed back home.

It wasn’t long after we were home COMPANY CAME!!!  I heard the pick-up truck coming down the long lane way before Mom and Dad; heading out to the bridge I gave huge barks to let everyone know we had COMPANY! (And to let the company know that a really wonderful beagle was on guard! 🙂 )

The company stayed for a long time…rather boring…no kids, no grandkids, no dogs to bark at, or play with, nothing to do but pee on the tires…I can’t lift my leg high anymore, so I just left a puddle by each tire-not ON the tire.

Then they came out and left.

Zoom!

I was getting a little bored…I chewed on a stick, which had fallen on the lawn from the big old cottonwood tree in the yard, then I decided to see if I had any bones buried out by the new building…nope.

Must have got them all — or they were dug up when Dad and Mom were getting the cement poured.

 

I was just coming back from the granaries when Mom came out: “Boomer, time to go change water!  Come on!  Hurry! If you want to go with me — hurry!”

Want to go?  You bet I want to go!

Off we went.  Only Mom made me sit on the back of the four-wheeler until she was done.

My Mom has turned into a Helicopter that is for sure.  Yes I was a little sick a while back, and yes there is some sort of some other sickness out there, but geez, I think it’s time she lets me roam around while she changes water!”

Grumble, grump!

Back home Mom put me down and headed back into the house.

I sat there wondering what in the heck I going to do NOW.  This doing NOTHING is getting B.O.R.I.N.G!

SUDDENLY!  Out of the stillness of the day came….

THE MAILWOMAN!!!

Oh the joy! Barking the mailwoman into the yard, barking AT the mailwoman…barking the mailwoman BACK out of the yard!

SO MUCH FUN!

Then she was gone!

Phooey!

Now what!

MOM!

Mom is outside again!  Goody.

OH!

 

Even better!

Mom brought me a treat!

Now THAT is a nice way to pass time doing nothing!

 

 

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