Even though the sky is a brilliant blue
This time of year doesn’t take long for thick clouds to blow in from the west
And a person can smell snow or frozen mix in the air.
We, also, have Sandhill Cranes, instead of cows, gleaning the fields. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“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:
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.
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.
I 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
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
Mom says she will be back with Sherlock Boomer Next week, Mom says she is way behind.
Mom is really behind.
We had to go clean up all the syphon tubes and get the farm put to bed so the combine can get to the ends of the fields.
There are lots of ditches
And lots of syphon tubes, and dams and ditch cleaners to be picked up.
It took mom and I two full days, but we made it!
So now the combine can make it through without any problems!
Mom says she will be back on track with the story soon!
Boomer
Farewell!
See ya next year!
I was out and about checking the happenings on the farm, about three o’clock in the afternoon, when I started hearing lots and lots of hollering…
Good-Bye!
Ta-Ta!
LATER…I HOPE TO SEE YOU LATER!
BYE!
The racket was LOUD! So I trotted over to the old pinto bean field to see what was happening.
HUH?!?! WHAT! The cows are leaving!
I saw Mr. Davis, Mrs. Davis, and his daughters– Teresa and Rose– sorting the ‘almost-to-be-mommas’ from the already had babies mommas, then herding them to the gate to the road!
And DOWN the road.
I barked and hollered back at them—BYE, I don’t want you to leave, BYE! I’ve enjoyed having you here!”
Then the next day the Davis’ were all back…this time they separated the older calves from the just born calves, or the calves that were less than a week old.
Driving the babies and their moms over to the pinto bean field, then through the gate…and they were gone also.
This morning, as Mom was putting all the cats outside with me, Mr. Davis and Teresa stopped and said in two or three days they would have all the cows out. They want to give the babies a chance to be strong enough to walk to the pastures by their ranch house.
I heard Mom say she would let Terry (Dad) know. “Thank you. It’s always nice to have the cows and calves on the place.” She told Davis’.
With a smile and a wave from everyone the Davis’ were off. So was I…they have a cool dog in the back of the truck…we have major bark-offs as he drives away.
Boomer
“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:
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.
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.
I thank you, my friend for this story. Merry Christmas, Fuzzy, wherever you are. And Merry Christmas to all of you from Mom and I.
Boomer
We are finishing up lots of things now…Lots of stuff.
I love this time of year! There is Always something to do…sorta like spring. Only opposite. In the spring we are ‘putt’n stuff in the ground’ and in the fall we are taking stuff OFF the ground. 🙂
So far we’ve had really pretty nice weather…blue skies and slight breezes. Keeps the heat and the bugs off a dog. And er, my people also.
We are still irrigating…that’s the best part for me.
I sniff out the news in the corn tunnels,
check for interesting things in the alfalfa field….I saw where a snake shed its skin. Looked like a pretty big snake to me!
The raccoons keep coming in my yard at night. I chase them off…there is NO room for a raccoon in our yard…they can have the whole farm, but NOT my yard!
I like to run as fast as I can in the fields…I don’t know a dog out there that doesn’t like to run and feel his ears flapping on his head…makes a dog feel free!
My sister, Shannon, has a new member to her family…Scout, the pinto horse. He is really a neat horse…although, I AM a tad afraid of him…I’ve never been around a horse IN MY LIFE! Now Willow, one of Shannon’s cats, LOVES Scout…they do all sorts of things together…I like to hover way over there (somewhere Not close) and just watch…Scout seems so BIG!
We have a cool spider in the yard…it makes a NET for a web. I haven’t seen the spider yet, but I keep looking.
The bean harvest is done. We are still ‘chasing water’, as Fuzzy used to say,
Fuzzy lives over the rainbow bridge now, Mom and I still miss him loads.
I have the bestest life in the whole wide world! Running Free, riding on the four-wheeler with Mom, gathering news, gosh, just so many great things to do every day!
Boomer
Tuesday afternoon, after a day of work, and me just hanging around the house being bored, Dad said “Let’s go for a ride around the place…just to get a change of scenery.”
Off we went, here there and everywhere…then way over by the equipment storage area Mom’s and my 4-wheeler just stopped. We were moving along at a decent speed and it stopped.
Dead.
“It’s that CDI box,” Dad exclaimed in a very disgusted voice. “I guess we will tow you back to the house.”
I think that was the first time I’ve ever ridden on Mom’s 4-wheeler when it didn’t make a sound.
Then the next day Mom said: “Come on, Boomer, you can go. We have lots to do down at the other house, you might as well come along.”
YAY!
Ever since last fall when I got in the wonderful wonder goo down over the hill, from the other house Mom has not let me go with her down there. If I get to go I have the hang-out with Mom the WHOLE TIME!
So this was a huge treat!
You see Mom and Dad were cutting down the front tree stump in the yard.
I rode in the pick-up with Mom, then I hung out in the field,
(looking for beef jerky and milk duds, but I didn’t let Mom know that.) and slept in the shade of the pick-up while my folks worked.
We worked from early morning to late afternoon. Only coming home for lunch.
Sometimes I followed the tractor to the hollow by the Sage Brush hill.
It was a great day! I had a marvelous time.
After Mom fed me supper I hopped into my lounge chair, just letting all the food settle you know. 🙂
I watched the house for a long time, until gradually……………….The Old Sandman got me ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I guess I was a little tired.
Boomer
After helping Dad cut down a dying tree in the yard, and cleaning up all the branches and stacking the logs…..
(Mom said it was a sad thing to see it go, Dad said it was important since it might fall into the power line to the meter base on the house.)
I’m a beagle, you know. Beagles have great noses, we have short-hair (so the weeds don’t get caught in the hair), and we don’t shed too much. Also, we are small. I only weigh 40 pounds at my heaviest…if I get even two pounds over that I start to get a belly and Dad says I look like a sausage. (Humph…a SAUSAGE!?!?! I Don’t THINK SO!)
(Here is a little secret…after you get older it’s harder to lose weight! Since I’m nine now I have to make sure I go out and sniff around…I used to play tricks on Fuzzy, which was great fun. I would run barking out to the grain bins like something cool was out there; Fuzzy would think he missed something so he would run out barking right behind me…then when he got there we would both go check out the hay yard, over to the equipment area -Dad has two spots- and back around the barn and the two workshops. We had a great time.)
Now it’s easy to just lay around the house soaking the heat from the woodstove into the pads of my feet and taking a snooze. If I get to snoring too much Monkey walks on me until I wake-up. That silly cat.
Anyway, Mom says the house starts to close in on her so when that happens we (Mom and I) go for a walk.
Usually a LONG walk…It’s the best part of my beagle day.
In my former life I always had to walk on a leash….not here!! No sireee, not on the farm, not ever…I get to go wherever I want. (If we go to town I have to have the leash, but not on the farm)
The best part of walks are SMELLS!!!
…oh…I don’t think the rabbit made it. Well, I won’t say anything to Mom she’s busy looking over at the apricot tree.We scent-detection dogs can tell lots of stuff that is going on just by the smells. Here, right here…is the home of some mice…sniff, snuff…ACHOOO!
What a bunch of stuff they have stuck in their hole…all sorts of loose bits of this and that ACHOOO! ACHOOO!!!!
Where is MOM! Wait a minute MOM…MOM! Wait a bit I’ll be right there but I need to mark a few spots here and there. The coyotes need to know they are NOT the only canines on the place!
Nice…I can tell Shannon and Jason have been down here to check on the other house…they had Rocky the Rottweiler with them…yep! Good Job, Rock…let me add some to it!
Mom says I can’t sniff around on the main road, “Hurry, Boom. We have to get over to the mailbox and back to the farm before some county truck, or logging truck or fast speeding car comes…You can gather the news down our lane once we get the mail!”
So Mom and I hurried down the main road, waved to Mr. Happy our new neighbor—the little grandchildren call him Mr. Happy because he is always friendly and waves, past the head gate– where we crossed the main road and got the mail, then we trotted over to the lane to our house.
Sniff, sniff, snuff, snuffel….
CATS!!! Let’s see…the yellow and white tom that belongs to the neighbor down the hill…that tom sure gets around. OH! New cat…hum young, tom, black and furry…oh…he lives at the house across the road close to the church. Looks like they are both mousing. Good for them…Mom always like to have the cats out looking for mice. Hunting for birds now, make Mom unhappy, but cats can catch mice all they want. Fuzzy used to catch mice also. Me…not at all; I just love hunting with my nose!
Home now…sigh! That was a perfect way to spend an afternoon.
Oh…Mom says I have to wait right here while she gets a pan of warm water and a rag…she says I can’t come in until I the mud and weeds out of my paws.
That’s okay…I rather like standing in warm water. Once inside I know I can lay right in front of the fire and soak up the heat in my pads.
Ahhhhhhhh…inside, fire, turn around three times, make sure the paws are pointing toward the wood stove…settle down………..sigh……………good.
Boomer
It’s thawing here!
Mom and I Love it!
Every day we go for a walk! Heck, we go for two walks…even three walks!
I look for cool things to show Mom…like this:
I call it the death of a dove.
Not by me! I’ve never killed a thing in my life.
The worst that I ever do is chomp down hard on my blue rubber bone. AND I DO NOT GIVE IT BACK TO MOM UNLESS SHE CHASES ME–then I just drop it right at her feet and wait for her to throw it again. (Mom says it’s rather tiring to have to chase me all the time, but I think…better her than me!)
HAHAHAH
Dad had some hay customers…all the hay is sold but they left the hay here in the hay yard. I LOVE when they come out to get hay!
I bark them down the road, then I follow them all the way to hay yard. Once there I spend lots of time sniffing around (and peeing) on their tires.
I have to be careful about the peeing, if Dad sees me I get yelled at and told to go back to the house! I always check out where Dad is before I LIFT A LEG!!! 🙂
Anyway, Mom and I are having a really good time with this thaw! If we walk to the upper end Mom has to wear her boots but I don’t. I just walk wherever I want too. Of course when I get home I have to have my paws washed off before I can come inside. Mom says that is the down side of thaws…mud!
Anyway…Hank is here from Craig. He and his family are going to be here for the weekend. I share Fuzzy’s bed with Hank…its nice having a friend again. (Hank snores…LOUD, but I try to ignore it.)
Blade is thirteen this year…Mom and Dad were going to go up to Craig, but the family came down. That’s even better because Hank came with them. I stay home when they go, because I guard the place. It’s very important to guard the farm.
Now Hank, Mom, I and the two little girls are going for a walk. Yippee!!!
A thaw and company! PRICELESS!
Boomer
Life on a Colorado Farm 