I followed Mom to the kitchen door, she opened the door, held the door opened for me and said: “Do you want to come in, Boomie?” I just looked at her and wagged my tail. Just the tip of my tail. I really didn’t want to come in and I didn’t want her to force me to come in. At the same time, I didn’t want Mom to be mad at me for NOT wanting to come in.
“That’s okay, Boomie. You don’t have to come in.” she shut the door and was gone.
Now, it seems I was doing something before Mom came along.
What was it?
I put my nose to the ground and sniffed around trying to jog my memory.
“OH! YES!” Mindy and I were going to have an adventure together.
“MINDY!” I bayed. “MINDY!”
I started searching here and there and everywhere.
UP one side of this and down one side of that.
Over to the fences,
down the roads,
up by the grain bins.
No Mindy anywhere.
This is NOT good.
I think I had better sit down and ponder this problem. What I think I need to do is THINK LIKE A CAT!
OOOOOOO! Now, this is rather hard to do.
Thinking like a cat.
OH! There is Dad—Mindy always likes to be with Dad.
I shoved off my old beaglie body, making it trot over to Dad.
Where is Mindy? I looked and Looked and LOOKED!
No, Mindy. Anywhere. No Mindy hiding close by or even far by.
I just sat down in total discouragement.
I really need to figure out where Mindy is-Night is coming on. Night in the winter where hungry predators stalk.
Darn! I have to find Mindy! I got up and started walking to the grain bins to head out onto the farm.
If she isn’t in the farmyard, then she must be out on the farm.