The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-The End of the Story, Friday, August 15, 2025

Posted on August 15, 2025 by Dayphoto

After that Crow thing I told, “Boo Berry, we can’t be friends with the wild animals. We just can’t.” Hrumphed TLC

“Gosh, why not? I thought it was fun talking to the Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley. And getting to see his homes. I must admit the crow was very alarming. VERY! But you saved me, so that turned out good.”

“There is a natural order to things, Boo Berry. Your job is to bark at squirrels, and their job is to run fast from you. That is how it all works.” TLC turned tail and marched off.

(And MINE is to HUNT SQUIRRELS. And mice, and voles, and—-)

“BOO BERRY!” Mom yelled, “Let’s go! It’s time to help Dad with the hay.” Mom came out the door, stooped down, and swooped me up into her arms.

“Time to get to work, Boo Berry, it haying time!”

Well, I guess that’s the end of my storytelling. Perhaps someday I will have a cool adventure to share with you. But, then again, maybe not. That crow sorta took the ‘venture’ out of adventure for me. I am sticking with Mom; it’s a lot safer that way.

(But….I do wonder about Stanely, Stanely, Stanely, Stanely’s family and their homes.)

{and what other neat animals live on the farm}

Until next time!

Boo Berry Betty Brown

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Chapter Twelve Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, August 8, 2025

Posted on August 8, 2025 by Dayphoto

I woke up some time later. Stanley, Stanley, Stanley was still in his home/hole and Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley no where to be found.

Hummm.

Guess It’s time to take myself back to the yard and see what Mom is doing.

I turned around and started trotting back toward the farm yard. Past all the equipment, past the hay stack yard, (it’s very empty right now—waiting for the new hay bales to come in), past the Butler Bins, then passed the Shed where there is a Squirrel hole/home, and then into the welcoming cool shade of the farm yard itself.

Home! Shade! AHHH!

Now this is much better than running with a squirrel on my back, in the smoky air, and the heat.

I headed over to the green cool grass and flopped down once more.

I was laying there enjoying the feeling of cool grass when suddenly a great big bird flew down out of the willow tree.

I jumped up ready to scram out of there when the big black bird put out his wing and touched my NOSE!!

I about passed out! “Who-who are you?” I’m sure I squeaked out the question. My voice was somewhere over there on the lawn scared, I’m sure.

“Barney.” The crow replied. “And you?”

“Ah, Boo Berry Betty Brown. Do you live here? On the farm? In the big willow tree?” I looked at him with huge eyes.

“Nope! I live down yonder. There is a whole murder of us down there. I was scouting around looking for something to do. Maybe something to eat…you know. Fill the ol tummy, sorta thing.”

“Eat?!?!?!” I looked with horror at Barney.

“Don’t worry, dog. I only like to eat dead things. Yum. Although, I do like to eat other things in the line of fruit and vegetables. I am a gore-met, as they say.” He winked at me.

“Ahhhhhh, I don’t think I can help you much, Barney—I think it’s time I trot on into the house now.” I got up and tried to shake off that HUGE black wing.

“Naa little dog, I think you and I are going to get to know each other—-” SQUACK!!! Suddenly Barney was flat — feathers flying everywhere.

“GET OUT OF HERE! BIG BIRD!!!” TLC screamed at Barney—

“GET!!!” TLC yelled as he pulled himself up where he was shook off by Barney.

Barney scrambled to his feet, flapped his big black wings, and took off cawing.

I looked at TLC and he smugly looked at me.

“Wow, TLC you saved me.”

“Yep. You gotta learn who your friends are, Boo Berry, and crows are really not friends. Ever.” TLC pronounced.

A Universal HAPPINESS — Sunday, August 3, 2025

Posted on August 3, 2025 by Dayphoto

Who can’t smile BIG when they see a cute kitty playing and dancing with extreme happiness?

That amazing feeling of feeling ALIVE!

“Gratitude is happiness, doubled by wonder” — G.K. Chesterton (author)TLC C

The Adventures of Boo Berry Betty and TLC Cai-Cai on Friday—-Chapter Eleven Boo Berry Tells a Story, Friday, August 1, 2025

Posted on August 1, 2025 by Dayphoto

First, we stopped at Mom’s home. Guess what!? It was another hole in the ground. IN DAD’S WORK SHED!!! My word. I can’t imagine Dad is very happy about that!

Then we moved over to the Butler Bin and the augur and the augur thingy — right there UNDER the thingy was his brother’s home. I was stunned.

“Wow! All of you live right here in the farmyard with all of us! You are all Brown Squirrels!”

“Hummm, no, we are ground squirrels. Not Brown Squirrels.” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, puzzled.

“No, that is your species, you are our family. So, you are BROWN. That’s your last name. Like now, you know you are Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley BROWN!!!” I explained.

“OH!!! I SEE!!!”

We are all part of one big family!”

“Yes, you are ours and we are yours!” I smiled.

“Cool! Do you want to see Dad’s home?”

“Sure, let’s go!”

Suddenly, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley jumped on my back!

I was so startled, I took off running.

When I finally stopped (that squirrel can really hang on, let me tell you), we were way out on the farm by the crossover pipe.

I stopped.

Short.

My breath was gone, my back hurt; I was exhausted.

“YOU DID IT!!!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, screamed as he jumped down. “You brought us right where Dad lives!”

I flopped down on the ground, rolled over to make sure Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley wasn’t still attached to me somehow, and closed my eyes.

“I did what?” I moaned.

“Brought us right to the spot where DAD lives! Boo Berry, you are one heck of a dog!”

“No, I am on heck of exhausted,” I said, pulling myself up onto all four paws.

“That’s okay, we got here just fine. And… DAD!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley screamed and ran toward another squirrel sitting outside his hole/home by the drill steel pile.

“Dad! Dad! I’ve brought Boo Berry to meet you. Dad, Boo Berry, Boo Berry DAD!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley proudly announced.

Dad barely looked at me. Then looked at Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley. “You do realize that is a dog, Son?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley proclaimed.

“Oh, yes, Dad! We are great friends. I brought her out here to meet you!”

Stanley, Stanley, Stanley looked at me, gave a warning CHIRP, and dove right into his hole.

Humm, so that is where the hole is, I muttered to myself.

“DAD! DAD! COME BACK!” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley hollered. “Boo Berry is a friend!”

AAAAAH I think your Dad doesn’t really like dogs.” I observed.

“Shoot! Now what?” Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, Stanley cried in despair.

“Don’t worry!” I petted him on his furry back. “Let’s just sit here for a moment and rest. I’m sure we will come up with something.”

I sat down in the shade, put my head between my paws, and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz

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.