A Wee Christmas Story from the Past— Thursday, December 24, 2020

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—An Annual Christmas Story Friday, December 25, 2015

“Mom?!”  I wiggled my way up to Mom’s lap.  Then putting my paws on Mom’s legs I looked at her with my big pleading beaglie eyes:  “Mom is it alright if I tell Fuzzy’s Christmas story again?”

Mom patted me on the head, rubbed my back, and gave me wonderful doggie ear rubs.  “If you would like, Boomie-Boo.  Fuzzy always told the best stories.”

With that, she gave a huge sigh and settled me down beside her.  I licked her hand and gave very happy tail thumps.

So here we go.  A Fuzzy Christmas Story.

It all started like this:

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Fuzzy and I were laying outside in our dog houses, sorta like I am right now.  Suddenly Fuzzy asked, “Are you sleepy, Boomer?”

“No, not really.  Are you sleepy Fuzzy?”

“No.  I haven’t done much today but sleep.”

“You know, Fuzzy, I was wondering do you know anything about this time everyone calls Christmas?”

“Well, I know a few things—like our people always put up trees, and hang lights outside so we can see the best bushes to pee on.  They go to town lots and come home with packages that Mom puts all over the place.  Then she puts those packages under the tree and waits.”

“Then the big day comes and everyone is here to eat food and drop stuff on the floor and eat food and laugh and make an even bigger mess than we would EVER think of making!”

Really, Fuzzy…that is all there is to this Christmas Thing?

Well….really ….Boomer, no…no that really isn’t what Christmas is really about…it’s so much more.

Gosh, that’s good Fuzzy, please tell me.  I really want to know.

Okay, Boom…it goes like this—

When I was a little tiny pup many, many years ago my Momma told me this story.  My Momma said her Momma told her and her Momma before that all the way back to when this story started.

This sounds really good, Fuzzy I’m all ears!

It’s called—How We Got Christmas

Oh!  Good!  Now I will know.  Thank you, Fuzzy.

Well, a long, long time ago in a land far, far and away, a land full of sand and giant animals called camels.

Camels?

Yes, Boomer.  But the story isn’t about camels.

Okay, Fuzzy…I’ll listen.

In this land of sand and camels and sun…there was a man and a woman traveling to a big city to pay their taxes for the year.

What are taxes, Fuzzy?

They are like, hummm—if you have five bones and Mom makes you give her one because she thinks you have too many, then that one bone you give Mom is a tax.

OH!  I don’t think I like taxes.  I’m really glad Mom doesn’t make us pay taxes, Mom gives us the BONES!!! J

Go on Fuzzy, I like this story.

Okay, the man and the woman were traveling to this big city; with lots and lots of other people. There were so many people that all the places where people sleep were full except where my great, great, great, great so many greats that I can’t remember them all, Grandmother Dog was living.

My many Greats Grandmother Dog was the guard dog of a place call an Inn.  It was her duty to watch over all the travelers who came to stay with her Master in the Inn.  She also watched out for all the animals that her Master kept.

Every day my many Greats Grandmother would go with her Master to feed and milk the cow that lived in the stable.  It was this milk that her Master would feed to the people staying in his Inn.  She also helped wake-up the many chickens that were roosting in the stable, and went with the Master to feed and water the donkeys that were resting there until their people were ready to leave again.

My many greats Grandmother had a wonderful job and she loved every minute of it.  Most nights she would sleep in the inn, but when the inn was full she would sleep on an old blanket next to the door of the stable to keep guard over the many animals staying within its walls.

My many greats Grandmother Dog was just getting ready to go to the stable one evening, when a man and woman showed up at the door of the inn.  Her Master greeted the couple and explained that his place was full, that he had no room.

The man then asked if the Master knew of any place, just any place at all whereby they could rest for the night.  The Master said that he was embarrassed to say, but if they wanted they could bed down in the stable free of charge and rest.

Around the corner they all went, the donkey, the man, his wife and my many greats grandmother. Once there, and very close to the cow’s manger, the couple laid down their belonging and unloaded the donkey.  My many greats Grandmother Dog said that the man had very kind eyes and a soft loving voice.  He brushed the donkey down, gave all the other donkeys lots of pets, rubbed the cow’s ears and ASKED Grandmother dog to come sleep with them to keep them warm.

The lovely mother patted the blanket and called softly to Grandmother Dog and even offered her a small tidbit to eat.

Grandmother said it was the most peaceful time she had ever experienced in the barn.

It was just wonderful!

Gradually she fell asleep, lulled by the soft sounds of the other animals in the barn and the warmth of the man and the woman.  It wasn’t long before Grandmother Dog was awaken and asked to go guard the door of the stable. Grandmother Dog didn’t question the command; going to the door and sitting up in a guarding stance.

Like this, Fuzzy?

Yes, Boomer, just like that.

Well as Grandmother Dog sat in the opening of the stable door, an amazing light started to fill the sky. Then the light filled the whole stable!  Grandmother Dog turned from the door and saw that the light seemed to be strongest right over the cow’s manager.

Walking toward the manger ever so slowly and carefully Grandmother Dog saw a tiny sleeping baby.  The gentle Mother of the tiny baby called Grandmother Dog to come closer, to come see the tiny babe in the manger.

Grandmother Dog walked forward and stared at the tiny little bundle of human love and gave the sleeping child a HUGE WET DOG KISS right on its tiny little cheek!

When Grandmother Dog kissed this tiny human the child opened his eyes and smiled upon Grandmother Dog and she KNEW that this new human Loved Grandmother Dog clear through her soul.

Suddenly the light grew so large and bright that Grandmother Dog had to look up to see what was causing so much brightness…almost like the sun was in the stable!

WOW Fuzzy!  Was it the sun? AT NIGHT?  In a barn?

No, Boom, it was a person…a really beautiful shiny person!  The person was so beautiful that Grandmother Dog had to sit down and stare.

This really beautiful person then talked to Grandmother Dog in DOG language!

Really, Fuzzy!  A person can actually talk and understand dog language?

This person could Boomer, because this person was an Angel sent from above, to guide people to the stable.  So the people could see the new little babe and to bring him gifts!

“Oh,” Grandmother Dog said.  “I wish I could give this child a gift.  If I could I would give him my protection for the rest of my life.”

The Angel then looked into Grandmother Dog’s eyes sending love and peace and wonder, filling Grandmother Dog’s heart near to bursting.

“That” said the Angel “Is what this day is all about…the love of this child is for everyone and everything in the whole world. You, Little Dog, understand that you are willing to give – out of pure love – to those around you — which is Christmas!  Christmas is the celebration of the birth of this little babe and the gift of love!   Then the lovely Angel reached down and gave Grandmother Dog a wondrous kiss right on HER nose!

This whole experience touched Grandmother Dog so much that she told every one of her children and admonished each child to pass this story down clear until this day and forever.

Now you know the story, Boomer, maybe someday you will be able to pass this story on to another dog.  That way the gift of love from the little babe and the beautiful angel will never fade away.

Gosh, Fuzzy!  That was something!  I will…I will pass this on, someday, I promise.

Good Boomer, I’m a little tired now. Fuzzy said to me as he laid his head on his paws.

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So here I am…just me.  Fuzzy is there with the shiny angels. I’m keeping my word, My Best Friend Forever, I’m passing on this wondrous story, like you asked me too and like I promised you I would.  That way the gift of love from the tiny baby and the sight of the beautiful angel will never pass away.

with-momI thank you, my friend, for this story.  Merry Christmas, Fuzzy, wherever you are.  And Merry Christmas to all of you from Mom and me.

Boomer

Well, Boomie, My Dear, Merry Christmas to You and My Fuzzy, over-there across the Rainbow Bridge.  

Mom loves you both very much,

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Thank You, Everyone—Sunday, October 25, 2020

The people who reach the end of their days must leave others who have to live out their days without them. Fredrik Backman—My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry

All your kind thoughts and words have made the passing of my darling little beagle easier.

I found another heart-shaped rock.

I was taking down the dog houses and putting them away in one of the grain bins, tears in my eyes, missing that little dog who would have been right by my side as I worked,

When I saw the tiny little heart.

Then Helen Walsh, who lives in Dingwall, Scotland, Sent me a lovely rainbow!

You are (all) so right!

 

Boomer is ever so much better, now, there is no pain,

and he is with Fuzzy! (They are bestest friends forever—they tell me that ALL the time!)

Life goes on.

It has to.

If anyone would like to give a donation to an animal charity in Boomer’s name (You DO NOT HAVE TO, only if you want too)

I donated to  Black Canyon Animal Sanctuary 42528 Needle Rock Rd. Crawford, CO 81415 in memory of Boomer.

Or send one to your favorite animal shelter, there is such a need out there.

From my heart, in great thanks for each and every one of you, to your heart,

Linda

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— How I am Doing, Friday, October 16, 2020

Mom thought, and so did I, you might like to know how I am doing.

We had a touch-and-go bit of time, not so long ago, but I have some new medication that helps the liver not only digest, but start to heal.

Mom and I think it is working.

At least we hope so.

I feel much better…I go outside and work with Mom.  Well, Mom does all the work, I just follow her around and watch her work while lying in the grass.

I do go on very small walks with Mom and Mindy…just out to the Butler Bins and back.  That is far enough.  It has a tendency to wear me out if I walk too far.

Mom never makes me, I go if I want to,

or I stay home or inside if I want too.  Mom says whatever I want, it is up to me.

I did take my last ride on the four-wheeler, though.  It was enough.  I don’t want to get up there anymore.  It’s hard on my belly.  Maybe again sometime, but I doubt it.

So that is how I am doing.  I do whatever I want and I get to eat whatever I want.  Mom says sometimes it’s hard to figure out WHAT I want to eat.  But she always figures out something yummy—-like roasted chicken sandwich meat, YUMMM!

AND I GET LOTS OF KISSES on my NOSE!!! Ear rubs and tummy rubs…life is good.

Anyway, here I am. Doing much better.

Boomie the Wonder Beagle.

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday, In the Quiet Light of Dawn, Friday, October 9, 2020

Boomer doesn’t go with Mom and me anymore.  He much rather be inside under the covers, resting

Although, he does come outside if the weather is warm.

So, now it is Mom and I…walking in the grey light of early morning.   The sky the color of grey and purple

Just Mom and I.  At first, I liked it when it was just Mom and me, but I must admit.  It feels a little lonely without that beaglie dog.

Mindy Kit-Kat (Min-Min) Brown

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— What Mom Knows, Friday, September 25, 2020

Because of an amazing, generous gift, from an Oklahoma Farm Girl

(I cried when I opened the card, I am still so humble and grateful)

I was able to take Boomer to a specialist

Where, upon I learned —

The devastating news

That Boomer has liver disease

Not any of those other things: Nose fungus, pneumonia, tumor in the nose, something stuck in his nose, not a nose anything.

Which is so frustrating because I did have X-rays taken, but was told they were inconclusive  

Strangely the X-rays taken this time, showed ME the very large, expanded liver, his chest and everything else x-rayed.

I bawled.

Here I thought I was doing everything right.

Even the prednisone was damaging the already damaged liver.

I didn’t know. 

I really didn’t know.  

So, now you know.

And now I know.

He is on medication to clear up an infection.  Also, one to help the liver digest better.

Other than that—– What we have left is time. One day at a time—time.

Of which, I plan to make the most of.

Oklahoma Farm Ladythank you ever so much.

My heart is full and breaking.

You gave to me Boomer and his family a lovely gift of Time—one day at a time.

And for THAT We all Thank you!

From my heart to your heart, each and every one of you, Dear Readers,

Linda 

The Adventures of Boomer, Friday, September 18, 2020

Mom and I went for a wee walk-about.

It has to be a short walk, as I don’t like to walk very far now days

Still, we did it!  It felt good.

After so long inside it felt wonderful to be able to run free in the open air.

We walked out to the cornfield.  The ears are turning down now.  The drying process is going well.

I felt like a young dog again (this was taken in 2018)

At least for a little while.

Boomer

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Ten, Friday, August 28, 2020

 

Chapter Ten

Mom got a phone at noon. It was my brother,

Evan.

The news was not good, Mom’s grand-dog, and my bestest buddy, Zookie Brown passed away.

Zookie and I were great friends.

When Zookie and Bella got to stay with us, Zookie always slept with me.  Bella would sleep with Mom on the bed, but Zookie slept with ME!

Zookie was 20 years old.

Mom said she was very glad that Bella and Zookie got to stay with us while their Mom and Dad moved to Montana.

It was the last time we all got to be together, Bella, Mom, Dad, Zookie, and I.

When Mom and I were coming back from being ‘out-on-the-farm’ we saw a Sun Dog.

Somethings are hard.  Saying good-bye is one of those hard things.

But I think…this is just what I think, but I think,  that was really Zookie saying everything is fine, here over the rainbow bridge.

Good-bye, Little Buddy.  Good-bye.

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—Staying Inside, Friday, June 5, 2020

I HATE staying inside when the air is warm, the evenings nice and the weather just perfect for hunting and chasing and eating MICE!

So…if Mom picks me up and takes me inside, shows me a nice dish of cereal and milk; I turn up my nose and run as fast as I can to the back door.

There I meow LOUDLY until she lets me back outside.

I get lots of pets so I know I don’t want to make Mom and Dad mad, but staying inside when the weather is nice—-

Just does NOT work!

I have so much to do.

Mice to stalk

Mice to grab and kill

Mice to bring to Mom or Dad, while meowing loudly. (I want them to know I am doing a very good job)

Mice to eat.  Yummy. (Mom said I can’t show you a photo of me eating mice. She said it wasn’t appropriate for the internet.)

Mice to herk back up and leave for the flies. (Or Mom if she sees it. Mom always goes and gets a shovel and buries the herk…silly Mom.)

Then, with a very full tummy, to climb on the chair and sleep or go out to the tractor shed and sleep on Dad’s 630 John Deere.

BUT——-

When Oreo is out and about….I ALWAYS meow to come in and SLEEP WITH MOM!!!

Mindy the Kit Kat of the family!

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Improving, Friday, May 29, 2020

I am better.  Well, let’s say I am somewhat better.  The fungus in my nose is gone, the swelling in my nose is gone, but I now have a cough.

Somedays I don’t have a cough.  Somedays I don’t have a sneeze.  Somedays I don’t have ANYTHING!

It’s on those days Mom and I think YAY BEAGLIE IS WELL!

Then …. The cough comes back, or the sneeze and the cough come back, or just the sneeze.

So now I’m on allergy meds.

So far, THAT is working.

Anyway, Mom and I Thank you so much!  Mom was really, really scared I had a tumor in my nose…which was a possibility.  A very scary possibly…

BUT NO TUMOR!

YAY!

I can sniff and smell anything I want to now!

Anyway, we have to let the allergy meds work (please keep me in your prayers that the allergy medication does the trick).

I’m doing so much better,

I like to go with Mom to irrigate.

I never liked to go with mom to work in the hay so I don’t even ask to go then.

Besides Mom doesn’t really want me to walk about in the high pollen grasses right now.

SOOOOOO!

Here I am. Boomer Beaglie Brown doing ever so much better!

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Freddy the Fox and Boomer, Friday, May,22, 2020

I was out hunting early this morning with Mom…well, Mom wasn’t hunting,

Mom was checking the end of the field to see what rows of water didn’t come through. Dad was out IN the field checking to see how wet everything was—

when FREDDY FOX RAN BY…AS FAST HAS HE COULD GO!

Then Freddy stopped…looked at me…I about passed out.

He barked…Fox barks are really different — go here to hear one — which scared me worse.

Then I listened, he was barking for Boomer.

“MEOWWWWWWWWWWWW!”  I screamed.  “Boomer isn’t outside, Boomer is sleeping in the kitchen on his big soft fluffy bed.”

“Get Boomer and have him come out…it’s time we had an adventure.” Freddy said to me.

“Not right now, Freddy.  Boomer has been sick and is resting.  Maybe when he feels better.” I replied.

VARRRROOOOOOOOOOOM

Freddy and I heard one of the four-wheelers startup.

Then we heard the other four-wheeler startup.

“GOTTA RUN! See Ya Around.” Freddy yelled as he took off toward the upper end.

That works for me I murmured, turning around

I flopped down and gave myself a very nice dust bath.

Then I jumped up and looked around.

I’m sure glad that fox is gone!

Off I went heading into the field to see about my breakfast!

Mindy, Min-Min Kit-Kat Brown