Oreo and I took off at a fast clip…well, not too fast, his walk is a rather waddle and my walk is a nose-to-the-ground walk. Still we took off, both of us moving along a just right speed to gather news.
“Hey, Boomer!” Oreo called, “what are we looking for?”
“Oh, I don’t know, anything interesting.” I replied nose to the ground.
“If you find something interesting let me know, Oreo.”
“What do you think is interesting?”
“Oh, I don’t know…news…You know stuff about what is happening on the farm…like the deer have some new babies, there are fifteen little tiny pheasant chicks, … the bager is close by turn my nose the other way—just stuff. Stuff like that.”
Sniff, sniff, snuff… “Hey, Boomer…what about Mountain Lion tracks, are they news?”
I stopped right where I was, raised my head up in alarm and asked:
“Mountain Lion tracks? Did you find some Mountain Lion tracks, Oreo?”
“Well, no… I was just wondering.”
“Oh”, I put my nose back to the ground.
“What about bear or coyote tracks?” Oreo hollered from way over by a rather large Rabbit Brush.
“That means we are in TROUBLE!” I responded. “Did you find some coyote or bear tracks?” I asked bunching up my muscles ready to zip out there in a flash.
“Well, no, not really, but what I have found are some strange footprints of some man up here.”
I used my bunched-up muscles to run right over to the rather large Rabbit Brush, “Where, Oreo Where!”
Oreo sat down and raised his right paw, “Here, Boomer. They don’t look like our man human or the woman human who are always up here and about here with you. They are a whole bunch different. And even smell different.”
I put my very sensitive nose to the ground and started sniffing around the footprint. “I don’t know who they are, Oreo…. beats me why they are way up here … Let’s follow them.”
“Okay—strangers on the farm. Not a good thing!” Oreo had his little black nose to the ground and started following the footprint. I took my time back around the Rabbit Brush to see if there was any other evidence around the Rabbit Brush that could tell us what the strange man was doing on the farm.
Sniff, sniff, nothing…um more footprints…
“BOOMER! COME HERE! COME QUICK! Oreo screamed from someplace way over there…I picked up my head and looked around.
“HERE, BOOMER! HURRY!”
I put myself in high gear and headed toward the sound of Oreo’s voice.
“What is it, Oreo?”
“LOOK!” Oreo’s little paw was pointing at—-two cigarette butts! One looked like it had been thrown down and left to burn, and the other one thrown down and stamped on.
“We could have our homes caught on fire!” Oreo stood there in horror looking at the two cigarette butts.
“I guess we were really lucky he threw them down on the point of the Rocky Hill, or he would have caught the whole place on fire.” I looked at Oreo with wide frightened eyes.
“This is serious, Oreo. We have to find out if this person is still somewhere here on the farm, who he is, and just WHAT he is doing way up here. Those cigarettes mean DANGER!”