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All you need to do is click the button on that says:  Sign Me UP!  That is all there is to it.  Once you do you will receive a notice in your email box the minute I upload a new post. I post every day, except on Saturday.

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I post every morning, telling you about yesterday, or today.

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On Friday’s I used to let Fuzzy and Boomer, our two farm dogs, to take over and blog about their adventures throughout the week.  Since Fuzzy passed over the Rainbow Bridge, Boomer has taken up the Friday Adventure.

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Boomer also has a very exciting life separate from Terry and I…he loves to solve mysteries on the farm.  He has different companions who help him investigate the many strange happenings—

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Ruth a Great Horned Owl (she is very psychic) and the two squirrel brothers, Stewart and Stanley.

Sometimes it’s the dogs who live at our oldest daughter’s house.

The Sherlock Boomer stories occur once a week in serial format.  Usually the stories are written once a quarter.

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I thank you very much for joining me, my husband, the cats,Sammy and Min-Min Lou, and Boomer, in our daily lives on a western Colorado farm in the high mountain desert.

Your farm friend in Delta, Colorado,

Linda

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The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eight

I woke refreshed and ready to take on the world.  Although….well, almost all the world…the part where I have to SIT on the world, or the house, or in a truck bed, or a car seat, that part about sitting I wasn’t ready to take on.  My tail was rather sore.  Mom said it was a good thing Rocky grabbed the base of my tail and pulled otherwise I might be sporting a tail without a tip today!

Mom and I stepped outside into a cold and restless day.  The wind was wreaking havoc on anything and everything it touched, but Mom still wanted to leave the house.

I stood for a long time on the back step watching Mom walk toward the shed where she keeps our four-wheeler….Mom’s four-wheeler and my four-wheeler.  Mom drives and I ride.

Always!

I refuse to learn to drive.

Anyway…I just let Mom go…it was cold and nasty and my tail hurt (don’t tell Mom she will make me stay in the house).

Then I noticed Mom noticed I wasn’t with her…

She started calling me-I turned my head into listening mode and just watched her.

Then she got down opened her arms and really called…

You know I just had to please her…she wanted me with her.

I realized I wanted to BE with her

So I ran into her waiting arms and she picked me up and put me on our four-wheeler.

Just as we were about to leave the yard the UPS truck pulled into the driveway.  I started to get off, but Mom told me to “STAY”!

So I did.

Resentfully, I might add.  I still bayed at the truck and the driver, but I stayed.  I know ever so much better than jumping off…jumping off always hurts my knee; knee and a tail hurt didn’t seem like a good idea!

Then Mom and I were back on the four-wheeler heading out into the cold agitated wind.  Over on the Plateau the big dark clouds were hovering with flashes of lightening twinkling within their midst; where we were it was sunny and bright.

Although, COLD!

Mom and dad were changing the water to a new set on the new ditch.  Mom helped me down and invited me to follow along.  I did.  Then I sat for a spell and waited for Mom to get busy and forget I was here.  Once she does that I take my little self-off to gather the news of the farm.

But… this time I didn’t get to go.

Mom watched me EVERY SECOND OF THE WHOLE TIME WE WERE OUT THERE!
The minute I looked like I was going to rise up off the ditch bank Mom would say “NO, Boomer! You have to stay here and heal.  I don’t need to have you get into anymore scrapes…last time was enough!”

Let me tell you…that was a LONG TWO HOURS!

LONG!

Terribly Long!

Sigh!

Finally we were done, Mom loaded me back up on the four-wheeler and she, dad and I were back home, cold and crisp as a fresh ice cubes.

We all headed inside Mom went to the spot where she keeps my ‘GOOD BOY TREATS’ and gave me a COOKIE!!!

WHOOO HOOO! I grabbed that thing as fast as lightening and headed out the back door.

I guess staying with Mom on the ditch bank wasn’t such a bad thing after all!

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