The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Friday, July 25, 2025, Chapter Nine Boo Berry Tells a Story

Posted on July 25, 2025 by Dayphoto

“Wanta do something?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley asked.

“Sure,” I replied. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, I could take you to my home, but you are too big to get through my door. But I can show you my home.” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley said.

“WAIT!!! I bet I know right where you live. Come on…follow me!”

Off we went. Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley scampering right by my side, then in front of me, over the top of a wood pile, back in front of me…Then I stopped.

“Right here,” I announce. Pointing my nose at a very perfectly round hole in the ground way over by the old grain trucks, Dad is saving for something.

“YES!!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, yelled. “But you can see you are just too big to be able to go into my home. BUT— I have a back door. This is the front door. Ya wanta see the back door?”

“Sure,” I replied.

Before the word even left my lips, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, had zoomed off back in the direction we came from.

I picked up my feet and trotted after him.

Back around the wood pile we went, back around the feeding station, then out onto the road into the farmhouse —and way over by the chicken house.

Here, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley stopped.

“Can you see my home?” He asked with a huge smile on his face.

“Look around and see.”

“Can I use my nose? My nose is a lot better at finding things than my eyes.”

“Heck Ya!”

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing.

Whew! Chickens! They have a scent all their own. I don’t know if I’m very fond of that smell.

AHCHOOO! Sneeze, whewph! I cleared my nose.

“Nod here,” I said.

“Keep looking,” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, giggled. “You are close, but not close enough”.

I sniffed all around the chicken pen, then I sniffed by the cement sidewalk thingy, then I sniffed onto the decorative rock area by the side of the hen house, then I stopped.

“Whew, not anywhere here.”

“You are getting warm,” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley announced.

Hmm, warm. I walked a little bit more until I came to the garbage can area…and there, right under the chicken house, was a hole. What a big surprise.

“Here it is!” I yelled. “Right Under the Hen HOUSE!!”

“YAY! Good job, Boo Berry, Good Job!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley congratulated me.

“Now do you want to find my Mom’s home, and maybe my Dad’s home (he lives out on the farm a bit), and possibly my other brother’s home?”
“Sure! Why Not?”

“Follow me, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley cried.

And we were off

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Chapter Seven Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, July 11, 2025

Posted on July 11, 2025 by Dayphoto

Well, It is good things are a go after all those beginning chapters.

Now I have a cat, TLC, and he has me.

He likes to rub against my body when he comes in from outside. I really don’t know what to make of all that, so I just stand there with a dumb look on my face.

I have a DAD and MOM!

And I get to go and do stuff!!!

I’m not very good at going to BIG things with Mom and Dad, but I’m getting better at it.

People like to stop and pet me, and I like for them to do so. But they have to be the ones to stop. I’m not going to run out there and jump on their leg.

Riding in the car or the pick-up is disconcerting—I keep thinking I’m going to wind up at someone else’s kennel.

But I never do.

I’m gradually getting the hang of riding. No, putting my head out the window—that is terrifying.

But I do like to sniff around once I get out.

Well, anyway, we’ve made it all the way to Now- and now I get to tell you about SQUIRREL! Or maybe SQUIRRELS!!

Read on to Chapter 9 to learn about SQUIRRELS!

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—Chapter Seven Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, June 27, 2025

Posted on June 27, 2025 by Dayphoto

Gosh! I made it clear to Chapter Seven! How cool is that? I didn’t really think I could make it that far, but I DID!!!

It’s horrid windy here—I don’t really like the wind. This wind has been “over the top,” Mom says. I think I agree with her.

TLC hates the wind. It messes up his fur something awful, so he comes inside and sleeps. Sometimes all day long. Then he wants to go outside at night.

I don’t know why he does that because Mom never lets him go outside at night. She tells him, No—you need to enjoy outside in the daytime. Outside in the night is too scary. There are coyotes, foxes, WOLVES, Bears, and TIGERS!!! Out there!

I really don’t know if all those things are out there, I just made it up. But Mom does say No, there are hungry creatures out there and she doesn’t want TLC or me to be lunch.

So Mom, Dad, TLC, and I don’t go outside at night. Well, let me refresh that thought—-TLC and I don’t go outside at night. Mom has a thing about the full moon, and there is always water checks and well—- You get it. Just TLC and I stay inside.

Chapter Six Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, June 20, 2025

Posted on June 20, 2025 by Dayphoto

Time moves on, as they say, and for me, time did move on. There was a ‘time’ when time was stuck. From the moment I was moved away from Mom until I was sold to my really nice man owner—time didn’t move at all.

Oh, yes, there was day and night. Breakfast and no food until breakfast again. Visits from different male dogs —- I always hide when I see Male dogs now. I hide and growl — then puppies. But as for time—it just stayed stuck.

At the really nice man’s time, it did a weird sorta leap forward, then stuck right fast all over again. Same ole same ole time. Different pen, different male dogs, more puppies, until the day I got sick, sick, sick.

Time was still stuck, but I was so sick I didn’t notice.

It was after the sick, sick time, and Mom coming to get me to live with her, and Dad, and TLC, that time started moving again. On a very regular basis.

There was always something happening—I learned to climb the stairs and come down the stairs all by myself, I learned it’s okay to put my head up in the blue box of safety, I learned how to let Mom or Dad know I needed to go ‘outside NOW!,’ and I learned to like the CAT!

I still had stuff to learn: to not run off when Mom took me to irrigate, that it isn’t scary to ride in the car (I’m always afraid Mom is going to give me away so I hate car rides), it’s sorta, maybe kinda fun to go to town, and I will always until my dying day HATE THE VET trips!!! Always! Although Mom and Dad go with me, I get to sit on someone’s lap and look out the window, all safe and secure. It is AT the Vet’s office I don’t like.

But we won’t talk about that—way too scary to talk about.

So, time moves on…there is a fireplace to toast my toes by in the winter, sun puddles to soak up the rays all the time, trees that have marvelous shade, and outside, smells!!! Many wonderful smells—Sigh! Peace.

Time moves on and time has taught me there is good things in this world and I’m part of them.

Chapter Five Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, June 13, 2025

Posted on June 13, 2025 by Dayphoto

Then there was the YARD! I mean this is some yard. When I lived in the pen, I did my business anywhere in the pen…. sometimes in the teeny tiny play yard, but NOW!!!!

NOW! I have this hugeeeeeeee! Play yard—it’s full of grass; all nice and soft and green. I came to live with Mom in the summer}.

Of course, over-time I learned that the green grass will get covered with dried out leaves. After Mom goes out and works at removing the leaves the green grass is brown! What a concept.

Brown grass. I always thought grass was green. I guess I thought wrong.

Sometimes the grass is covered in cold, cold wet, white snow!

Now THAT is a trip trying to find a spot to do my ‘business’.

And the yard wasn’t the only thing HUGE! There was the F.A.R.M! Now THIS is big! So big I would hide myself in my little blue safety crate. It took me weeks to get to the point I could handle going ‘out on the farm.’ Mom had to leave me in the safety crate or I would try to run back to the farm YARD!

It was a trying time for Mom and for me. After a month of taking me out, putting me down and saying to me I could sniff the smells and walk with Mom—-Mom gave up and left me at home. {For some reason she never seemed to like me eating poop out there. I would always get yelled at if I rolled in it or tried to eat it. Hooman’s are strange animals. First, they want you out and about and second, they only want you to do the things they want. Only.}

Anyway—Summer was huge! Mighty HUGE! Learning curve, I can tell you that!

Boo Berry Betty Brown

Chapter Three Boo Berry Tells a Story— Friday, May 30, 2025

Posted on May 30, 2025 by Dayphoto

Well, I figured out adulthood. I became an adult—very soon after I was moved to that hidden pen.

Yep—babies became part of my life.

I loved those little sweet squirming babies.

But I didn’t get to have them for long. As soon as they hit their 8th week zipp, they were placed in a pen next to me.

I sang calming songs to them, like Momma did for us.

Soon, I repeated the whole process all over again, and again and again.

Then one day, the lady showed up with a man. The woman said that I was for sale!

“FOR SALE!!!!” She was getting rid of me!!!!

The man reached down and picked me up. Held me close to his heart, and I felt Peace!

Wow!

I really like my new ‘owner.’ He was good to me, gave me a bath once a month, and let me exercise in the sun, which was a tiny distance from my new pen.

Of course, I still had my ADULT duties of having and raising puppies.

Then one day…actually, night, the puppies and I almost ran over the rainbow bridge together.

It took me a long time to recover from all that.

After I got well, my man owner came into the pen. He was wonderful, he talked to me and to everyone else in the pens all the time. Telling us good things about ourselves, telling us things about each other. You know nice stuff.

Anyway, in he came. Picked me up. Gave me a kiss on the nose and said: “Today is a big day for you, Boo.” He called me Boo, even though my full name is Boo Berry Betty and the lady called me Betty.

“Today, you are going to take a bath, get all cleaned up, because today you are going to live with a family. No more adulting for you. Last time was just too much. I’ve found a wonderful family who will love and keep you, and you can learn to be a farm dog.”

Farm dog? What’s a farm dog, I thought.

Anyway, I had a bath, toenails clipped, and a nice brush. I felt so good. My owner always gave us really nice baths.

Then this lady showed up in the doorway. I didn’t pay attention, because people were always coming and going — leaving with puppies.

My owner picked me up. Handed me to MOM and gave Mom my papers (whatever those are), then walked with Mom and me to the car.

“Thank you, Alan, Mom said. I promise she will have a wonderful life with us and get to do lots of fun things. No more ‘work’ Boo Berry.”

With that, we drove to my new life!

Chapter Two Boo Berry Tells a Story —- Friday, May 23, 2025

Posted on May 23, 2025 by Dayphoto

Chapter Two Boo Berry Tells a Story

We lived in a tiny space. Just big enough for Momma, my brother, my sister and me. As we grew older, the space grew smaller.

One day the woman came in grabbed up my sister, my brother and myself and put us in another space next to Momma.

Momma could hear us, and we could hear Momma but we could not see her. We could smell her. Which helped.

Momma says it helped her, too.

Momma told us to move as close to the wall as possible, and she would sing us a song. She said she has had this happen to her many, many, many times in her life. Over time, she figured out that if we all got as close to the wall as possible, we could still have contact.

We were able to stay like this for a week or so, then the lady came in, reached down, and took away our brother.

Then the lady came back and took away our Momma. It was just my sister and I left. We cried and cried and cried until we fell asleep.

The next day, the lady came back and picked up my sister in one hand and me in the other hand, and hauled us to a whole other spot.

On the way to that spot, we saw Momma, she was in a pen outside with a really handsome brown dog. I yelped at Momma. She yipped back…calling I LOVE YOU!!! Be good. I hope we see each other again. Then she turned and walked back into the wooden house in the back of her new pen. The really handsome dog stayed outside and just watched all of us.

We were put in different pens. Not far from Momma, but too far, we could just barely see her if we stood at the corner of our outside pen.

Sometimes we would yip at Momma, and she would yip back, but over time we all stopped.

Being outside was scary.

I didn’t like it. ( I do sorta now, if I’m with someone)

My sister did. She would hang out outside our wooden hut and sniff the air, and make conversation with the birds and the bugs.

Me—I would lie in the doorway in the sun and sunbathe, My head out, and my tail inside. So much safer that way.

My Sister….Callie… and I were good friends. We talked a lot about what we were seeing…how life looked now without Momma, and just chilled out.

It was when Callie and I had our 9-month birthday that the lady came back and separated us.

NO!!!! I whined NO!!!

First, Callie was put into a pen that looked like the one we saw Momma in, then down the way, around a scrub bush, I was put into the exact same kind of pen.

I crawled inside and took myself to the darkest corner I could find.

This is NOT fun!

Boo Berry Betty—The Name the Lady gave me.

Boo Berry Betty Tells a Story—-Friday, May 16, 2025

Posted on May 16, 2025 by Dayphoto

Mom said I needed a haircut—- soooo

Off we went and got a new summer do.

Anyway, I’ve been telling a story. First, I tell myself in my mind. Then I go to Mom and tell her. THEN, together we write it.

So Here we go—My Very First Chapter

First off, I was born. Yep, just like you, and TLC and Mom and Dad.

I really don’t remember much. I do remember being licked all over by Momma. Then I remember eating. Yum. (I still love food SO much!)

I remember I had a brother and a sister.

I also remember being picked up by a hooman. Flipped over- pronounced girl, then put back down with my family.

I remember feeling safe with Momma and my brother and sister. The hooman was a tad scary. She (yes, it was a woman) would come to our spot, put down food for Momma. Momma would get up, go eat, and get a drink of water. She didn’t go far, we could still feel her, but only her legs. Then she would come back and lie down again.

Sometimes she would lick us all over, and sometimes just turn her back to us and sleep. When she did that, my brother would whine and cry until he finally fell asleep.

My eyes weren’t open for a LONG time. But I knew Momma, my brother, and my sister.

The hooman I didn’t really know. She would pick us up randomly and flip us this way and that, but nary a sound did she make. She didn’t even talk to Momma. Momma said she was a tad scary. I believed Momma.

Well, that was the beginning. The Very beginning.

Mom said it’s good to start at the beginning, so I did. I have to think about Chapter Two, so I’ll stop now.

Here is just before I went to get my hair cut. Boy, it was long.

Boo Berry Betty

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—- My Life, My Life, My Wonderful Life, Friday, May 2, 2025

Posted on May 2, 2025 by Dayphoto

Mom says it’s MY TURN to tell you a story. TLC got to tell you all about the great big flood we had, so Mom says I get to tell you whatever I want to tell.

So I am going to tell you about My Life!! How it is—my life—right now!

It’s full of fun things! Things I like to do.

Things Mom and Dad do. Even though it’s cold and raining.

And Being a Farm DOG!!! (with really cool sunglasses 🙂 )

Chapter 1 begins Next week!

Boo Berry Betty Brown

Rewriting Boo Berry —-Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Posted on April 30, 2025 by Dayphoto

Boo Berry and I always take a wee walk about— it’s good for her. She is pretty sedentary. If I’m working outside, she stays right by me, lying in the shade. Or if the day is cool, in a spot of sunshine.

She doesn’t really do lots of exploring….only if I’m close, close by.