“Let’s go, Boomer!” Mom said as she walked out the back door. “Time to go see if there are any babies.”
GO! I’m always ready for GO! I trotted right behind Mom, then I gave a little jump and hit my head on Mom’s left hand! I’m here, Mom! I’m ready!
Mom stopped walking and knelt down and gave me lots of rubs and pets. I smiled so big the sun didn’t seem so bright!
“Okay, Boomie-Boo, Dad’s already got the gate down and on his four-wheeler, let’s get ours and head out.”

Mom lifted me up on back, ever since I blew my knee out, Mom won’t let me jump up on the back of the four-wheeler or the pick-up. She picks me up every time. ‘Your knee has healed, Boom-dog; it needs to stay that way’.
Off we went…first to the equipment area, then down into the bulrushes, which is by the alfalfa field —see the paths the cows are making. If one goes they all go the same way.
Then over to Coyote Hill, into all the fields, through the Rabbit Brush Jungle, over on the Rocky Point to look down into the Back Forty, then the Upper End; and onto Sage Brush field going past the pond. After which we drove the mile to home. It was a BLAST! (Since it’s been rather warm here the wind in my fur felt really nice!)
Anyway, no calves yet, but soon.
When we got home my oldest sister was there waiting for us with her pack: A Rottweiler–Rocky the Chaco Man, Houston (Houston can climb trees) she is a Mountain Cur Hound, Molly a Blue Tick Hound, Beauty a Black Lab and Etta and Shiloh, White Cloud Walker Hounds.
They are all hollering and yelling at me to go with them for a run down in the Rubidoux Canyon, I jumped up and put my paws on the truck, so Mom put me in the back with them.
Suddenly they all started screaming at me, hollering and baying and yelling…it was just toooooooooo much!
SO I JUMPED OUT!!!
Mom was highly alarmed that I hurt my knee again, but I didn’t. Which was good. I hid behind Mom and I hugged her legs. I AM NOT GOING WITH ALL THOSE LOUD DOGS, MOM! I pled with her. One or two at a time but not EVERYONE!!!
Mom reached down and petted me, “That’s okay, Boomer! You don’t have to go— sometimes too much company is just too much.”
Everyone gave me lots of pets and belly rubs.
Then Shannon got in her truck and drove off…all the dogs barking. I heard them baying as they passed the other house heading toward the canyon.
Whew I’m glad I didn’t have to go!
A very relieved,
Boomer the Beagle







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After two days of heavy gray clouds blocking the sun and sending life-giving moisture into our rather dry soil, we woke-up this morning to a very beautiful day.
Our neighbor is taking the wood for his outside furnace so we don’t have to haul anything far. The wood from the front tree is way too wet to burn this year, but the wood from the lightening struck tree is dead. This is a win-win for Scott as he has dry wood to finish out the heating season and wood to start the next heating season. It’s a win-win for Terry and I because we have help cleaning up the mess AND we know that the wood is being put to good use instead of just dumped at the Upper End. The GIANT logs we are taking to the Upper End to make hollows for fox (or whomever) have a place to hide.

