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.
Then SUDDENLY I smelled FOOD!
And it smelled like CAT FOOD!
Cat food is the yummiest!
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!