Life has settled down after the whole Mystery Where I Used a Secret (Idea/Weapon/Gift from some friends).

We are having huge winds again.  Mom and I are getting very tired of them.  And MOM likes wind.  She always makes me go for a walk with her when the wind is blowing.  But if you walk in this wind a dog has to crawl and a person has to bend over.  Not good.

But back to everyday life—-

Mindy and I go to walks with Mom every day.  Sometimes at night.  I Always go with Mom at night, but not always Mindy.  If she is inside sleeping on the bed, or the sofa, or the big table, or her favorite chair, Mom just lets her sleep.  “Let’s just let Mindy get her rest, Boomer.  This walk will be with you and I.” Mom says as we head out the back door.

That works for me.  Heck having Mindy Min-Min Lou tag along works for me.  I’m really pretty easy going. So whatever Mom wants…that works for me.

I have been keeping a sharp nose out for strangers {human or animal} coming down the long lane into our farm yard, or heck even out of the farm.

News is What my nose is all about.  Checking the news from here to there and every which where.

When Mom and Dad are working at the Upper End or in the little field next to the Upper End, I always, always go over and check out the big wood pile.  Critter’s live in there you know.  Ground squirrels, the fox, skunks, but…thankfully…no Badgers!!

Badgers are mean, scary, and completely terrifying.  Trust me on that.

If Mom and Dad go to town and come back in the dark…I always, always make sure to meet them half way down the lane…sometimes Mom stops and gives me a lift back home.  Sometimes not.

I guess she stopped asking lots, because I would turn her down preferring to take my time following the car back home.

News…out there, you see.  I might miss something.  I know Mom and Dad are now home and well… there just might be news on the way back to the house.

Like the Raccoons who’ve taken to coming down to the canal to wash their food.  They are so silly.  They wash EVERYTHING they eat.  I mean everything.  Sometimes whatever they are washing turns to mush and floats away.  But still they do it.

Now that the weather has warmed up Mom lets me ride in the back of the pick-up when we go somewhere fun.  It’s been too cold so I’ve had to pant my way,  to wherever we are going, in the back seat, sometimes with the window down, but sometimes not.

Anyway…on nice days…I get to ride in the back.

Wind in the face, smells in the nose…ears flapping.  A dog cannot ask for more.

Boomer Beaglie Brown a.k.a. Sherlock Boomer!  😊