Chapter Seven
We all started toward the Alfalfa field, me wondering just what the deer thought I could eat when suddenly
the family of raccoons ran by us as fast as they could run.
Momma Deer and King and I jumped and skittered and scrabbled to hold our footing as they ran under our feet and silently melted into some brush.
“That was strange,” Momma deer mussed. “I wonder what is…….”
“RUN!” King bellowed
“RUN!”
We all looked up!
Than RAN!
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Boomer…you’ve got to quit getting yourself in these situations!
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I think so too…I’m way too old for this stuff. Boomer
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Boomer, you all need tho go live in Mom’s yard. Safe and sound. And no coyotes!
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I think so too, but I’m a long ways from home! Boomer
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very cool photos
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Very scary coyotes. Boomer
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Life would be too boring for one little Beagle if he stayed in a safe zone.
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Maybe…I’m thinking safe would be better than THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Boomer
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I’m going you were able to run really fast on this occasion, Boomer.
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Me too!!!! Boomer
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Lulu: “Yikes! That was a close one!”
Charlee: “RUN FASTER EVERYBODY!!!”
Chaplin (inspecting his “murder mittens”): “If you need me to claw any coyotes up, just let me know, okay?”
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Okay! Get ready I might call! Boomer (running very fast)
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Boomer, I think you need a bodyguard.
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Me too!!! Boomer
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I think I would be running too Boomer! Mind you, I would probably be safe at home 😉
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I’m thinking I made a bad choice to leave home. Boomer
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