Hi!  My Name is Boomer!  Boomer Bee-Boo BROWN!!!

I was dumped off at the farm!

I got HUNGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRYY!!!!

Boy did I get hungry!

I kept looking for food…nothing! I looked for a dog dish in every green spot on every hill just everywhere.

Nothing!

Then SUDDENLY I smelled FOOD!

And it smelled like CAT FOOD!

Cat food is the yummiest!

Sniff, sniff!

Yep here it is!  In the dog crate.

Humm the crate is a little small; must be a cat crate.

AHH!  There it is! Yummmmm!

BAM!  I was caught!  I couldn’t go forward nor could I go backward.

 

My folks found me out on the back 40 and took me to another place that wanted me clear down on the river about 6 miles away from us.

Three days later I was back sleeping in Fuzzy’s  dog house, full of porcupine quills and thin as a slat board.

You see I left that place and walked all the way back.  I sure was tired when I got home…yes this is home.  I picked this place!

As soon as I got here I plopped right down in Fuzzy’s dog house and went to sleep

The next morning Fuzzy took one look at me, Mom and Dad took one look at me!

YIPPEE!  I got to stay!

Mom went down and got me my very own dog house and a soft and fluffy bed with snuggle blankets just like Fuzzy has.  Sometimes I take Fuzzy’s house and bed but he doesn’t mind he just takes mine.

Fuzzy does NOT share his dog food, he even shows me his teeth every once in a while.  I don’t care I just grin and go on about my life.

In my former life I was a city dog, I was never very far from home, used to have the thinnest fur you have ever seen on a dog, knew nothing about farm living, had never seen a real live rabbit.

When I first got here I didn’t know what a farm and I didn’t know how to ride on a four-wheeler or in the back of a pick-up.

See I had always lived in a house and when they were gone they put me in a garage.  I didn’t like the garage!  I still don’t go into ANY of Mom and Dad’s garages…..they can have the doors wide open and be in the garage and I still won’t go in there.

I didn’t make any noise when I came here either.  The vet told Mom that was weird because a happy Beagle likes to express him/herself.I also don’t like some men or boys with caps on either….I get very, very fearful and try to run away from them.

Now I can ride on the four-wheeler with Mom, or run beside them, I love to ride in the back of the pick-up, and I talk…..lots!

Still if men and boys with caps come on the place (I never bark at Dad), but I will Blade IF he has a cap on….I BARK!  I bark warning barks!  I bark until Mom comes out and pets me.   Then she feels me trembling inside and gives me lots of hugs and love!

Life on the Farm is GOOD!

 

Boomer