Hey, Buddy!
It sure has been good having you to hang with!
You’ve been around for a long time…
You could even talk to Mom…you had lots of human words you could say…’breakfast, Gram-my, things I never even tried to say, but you would and did!
Your the best, Riles! I don’t know what else to say… I’ll meet you someday again over the rainbow bridge!
Riley (Rils) Roo Brown Rezak August 2005-May 7, 2013
(But Mom says I’m not to be in a hurry)
Fuzzy
Riley came to see us, so did Darby, they live in Grand Junction with our sister and her husband and step-children.
We really like Riley – well Boomer has trouble sharing Mom, but Mom said “Boomer you need to be nice Riley and Darby, are just here for a little visit.”
Gradually Boomer got used to all of them and went and played with Darby.
I’m writing this to ask for magic thoughts from all of you….we know how your Magic Thoughts work…every dog who has come to visit (and Mom put on the blog) received a forever home and we know…Boomer and I… that it was YOUR Magic thoughts that helped.
Our other dog families come and visit every day, Hank Puff — Houston, Rock, Belau, with Zooker and Bella coming over every so often, but not Riley and Darby.
It was nice seeing Riles again. We go wayyyyyyyyyyy back. 6 years or so. Riley LOVES the farm….Darby loves the WATER on the farm.
But what I’m writing for is Riley is sick, bad sick, I didn’t understand all the huge fancy words but I know they mean sick. Riley told me his back legs are really sore and he can’t walk very well any more so we just sat around and talked about old times. Riley is young 8 going on 9 in August. I’m old 12 going 13 in June. I’m in very good health, except for arthritis, I would really like Riley to get well.
Would you help Please!
Fuzzy
It’s warming UP!!!
Boy, Fuzzy and I are sure enjoying it!
Lots of work going on….the water is about done in the alfalfa field — today is the last day. Dad has water in FIVE PLACES!!! Five different fields on the farm and we get to go to ALL of them all the time.
Today we go to just one field …. The pinto bean field!
Sometimes I go off and check things out – I like to check out all the animals that live on our place and see what news is out of there.
Sometimes I get behind, but I can
ALWAYS
CATCH UP!!!!
The pears are blooming…part of the pears was frozen, but part not.
The ‘not’ part is blooming now…they sure smell good!
AHCHOO! SNEEZE! SNEEZE!
Sometimes they make me sneeze – but just when the wind is right!
Fuzz sticks RIGHT BY MOM all the time. I try too….but…well, you understand.
Anyway…I just wanted to say we are warming up.
It was so warm last night Fuzzy and I didn’t even go to the dog houses until after mid-night. It was just way to hot in them to sleep.
Besides there are always lots of things to do at night, that we forget about when we sleep inside…
Like——-
Sorry————-GOTTA GO!
Hurry Fuzzy!!!
FOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boomer
Fuzzy and I have been helping Mom and Dad.
You can tell it was really windy the last few days by looking at Fuzzy’s fur.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh……really Fuzzy helps…I like to run around and see what I can see and sniff what I can sniff and eat dried out milk duds and well…
I (harrumph) I have LOTS TO DO!
We had snow and cold and wind for two days, in fact it is still cold! Mom is having us sleep inside, although Fuzzy really doesn’t want too….BUT I DO!!!!!
Mom told Fuzzy when the nights warm back up we can go back out to our covered and snuggly warm dog houses, but until then she would prefer old arthritic dogs and thin-furred dogs to sleep inside.
SO WE GET TO SLEEP INSIDE!!!
YIPPEEE!
Oh.
Well, while Mom and Dad have been busy and Fuzzy has been in charge of the four-wheeler I’ve been checking things out.
The hay is starting to look nice…Dad will mark it out and start water when he gets done with the corn ground (soon).
The trash has been horrible in the ditches and in the canals…
Here is the trash at the head gate
Dad cleaning out trash in one of the ditches
And piles of trash already cleaned out along the canal
Wind does most of the trash and winter…winter knocks down lots and lots of weeds that the wind loves to carry here and there.
Dad started water in the earth ditch. We have more than one earth ditch, but this is the biggest and the longest and takes the most work
Dad uses siphon tubes in the earth ditch…works just like siphoning gas out of a car tank….just saying. Dip the tube in the water, hold the other end closed, pump several times, fling the tube into the just dug out little furrow and BAM!
Water!
Works every time…unless Mom is doing it and she has to work at it a bit longer than Dad.
Just saying.
I saw a killdeer…he wouldn’t look at me, but at least he stood still. I was really good and didn’t chase it…I don’t chase things, not even rabbits.
People say I’m a weird Beagle, Mom says I’m perfect!
(SMILE 🙂 )
The sun set last night flinging color all over the San Juan Mountain Range…pretty cool.
Well, Fuzzy and I are off to go check out the yard and bark HELLO over to Hank…I see he is outside his fence now. (Hank stays in the house most of the time with the little kids).
I want to find out what is happening with him!
See Ya!
Boomer
The mornings are cold and so are the nights! Mom told Boomer and I we HAD to sleep inside for a couple of nights. I didn’t want too, but after we got in a settled down I was glad.
Boomer LOVES sleeping inside. 
He wades up in the blankets and never moves again until Mom gets up at 5:30.
(Sam the Cat likes to go outside in the daytime and sleep in one of the old cars with the sun beating through the windows.)
Monkey doesn’t like to leave the house unless Mom makes her. So I won’t write about her today.
So, hummmmmm, well let’s see.
Yesterday the youngest tyke was with us all day…we, Mom, Tallen, Boomer and I, all walked up to the top of one field and started getting the siphon tubes ready. Then that afternoon Linkin and Tallen, Mom, and I (Boomer ran off to see what was going on in the back 40) worked on the other siphon ditch laying out the siphons.
We start water at 8:30 this morning. Misty and Mom and Tallen and Boomer, Hank and I will clean the ditches of all the trash as Dad sets up the rows. This is big…I mean BIG…HUGE job and will take us most of the morning.
I’m READY!
Talk to you later!
Fuzzy
P.S. Mom wanted me to tell you the apricot trees themselves were not killed just the FRUIT on the trees. She thinks she didn’t say that right yesterday!
Well, Dad is back from doing something and Mom is telling me to hurry so we are off!
Fuzzy
Boy have we ever been busy!
Sure feels good!
I LOVE BEING BUSY!!
(Although, it really drains Fuzzy, but Mom is good and lets Fuzzy ride with her all the time. Sometimes I can’t STAND the thought of riding so I run along so I can take a detour or two. 🙂 )
Fuzzy is really good about keeping strangers out of the yard…his nose still works really, really good, but sometimes he can’t hear real well, and sometimes he can’t see real well. I always, always, always make sure Fuzzy knows what is happening, then when he is with Mom I go off and see whatever I can see.
Yesterday Dad made the big ditches, the ditches that bring the water to the fields, the other day Fuzzy and I helped Mom clean out the waste ditches…the ditches that take the water off the farm back to canal.
It was HOT! WHEW! We were both panting up a storm, but a storm never came!
Then Mom, Dad, Fuzz and I all had to work on getting the gated pipe set so the water could start… we just got started and news came that the water was three miles away so Dad stopped and started marking out the field.
These are the rows that the water will flow down to water the seeds, which turn into plants that turn into crops. Once he finishes marking everything out today, then we will all go back to connecting the gated pipe.
See Dad’s rows? They are really straight. A farmer HAS TO MAKE STRAIGHT rows because if he doesn’t all the other farmers make fun of him. Straight rows are really important if you can see them from the road…I think you understand why. 🙂
Then the water should be here anytime …I can hardly wait!
Once the head gate is opened we all GET TO START IRRIGATING!!!
Mom, Fuzzy and I love to irrigate! Dad says it’s a necessary evil and leaves it like that. Once the water starts there is no stopping the water until it is time for harvest—day in and day out, seven days a week, twice a day and if water gets short, every few hours even when we are supposed to be sleeping—from now on…until the corn is ready to start drying down. (That’s why Dad gets tired of it—it never stops.)
The Apricots are blooming! Mom calls them Bee Food…Fuzzy and I call them –YIPPEE Mom is going for a walk to look at the apricot trees!
A storm played over the canyons last evening.
Mom, Fuzzy and I saw a sun dog this morning…that means colder weather is heading in for a few days. That’s okay…we sure have been hot! It’s been so hot Fuzzy hasn’t even been sleeping in the dog house until sometime closer to morning.
Fuzzy says a little cool down won’t hurt us.
Well, off to work! Everyone enjoy today! Like Danny Kaye said “Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.” Fuzzy and I sure are going to try!
(With Mom and Dad)
Boomer
Fuzzy and I have started a Day Care. Well, really I have. Not by choice! But by necessity! We had to figure out what to do with these little cousins that are spending ten days and ten nights with us!
What a job!
These are HOUSE DOGS!!!!
(This is Bella)
I guess from their size you can see why.
(This is Zooker)
Fuzzy told Mom, “NO WAY! I’ll back up Boomer, if he gets in trouble, but other than that I just sit in my dog house or go on walks with all of you and watch what happens.”
But I love Mom, so I said I would.
(Zooker had to have a belly band…the boy dog thing -you understand)
It hasn’t been so bad—Zooker sleeps with me, when I’m in the house, and when they are outside Zookie goes wherever I go.
So does Bells, BUT
Bella….now Bella is a whole other story…Bella has to be on a leash because…BECAUSE SHE RUNS OFF!
Boy can she run fast!!!
Took Mom 30 minutes to catch her one day….Bella would run a short ways, stop, wait for Mom to get there, run off really fast…Mom was NOT a happy camper when Bella finally LET Mom catch her.
So now Bella lives on a long rope when she is outside.
We go for lots and lots of walks, because Bella is so HIGH ENERGY…makes even me tired. Bella seems to always be in motion.
When she crashes she likes to crash on Mom.
When Zooker crashes he likes to lay on Dad if he can’t lay on me.
Fuzzy,
Sam the cat, and
Monkey the cat, all think I’m messed up. But, I love Mom and Dad and so I head up the Day Care for teeny bitty little house dogs! (While Fuzzy guards the place)
Mom is outside all the time now. The rule is—if Mom is outside we ALL have to be outside, even MONKEY…tee hee. (Who never wants to be outside.)
“Fresh air is good for you,” Mom says as she brings Monkey out the door with her.
Mom has also moved Fuzz and me outside at night.
Because of Freddy the Fox!
Freddy is getting way to close to the hen house. Yes, the hens are locked up at night, and they have a top on their pen, but Foxes are very clever.
Now Fuzzy and I have another job….keep the fox out of the yard!
We take this very seriously! It’s a job Fuzzy says he likes and what he was born for…he says I can be a babysitter if I want, but HE is a GUARD Dog and is going to stay that way.
Mom says…4.5 more days to go….Bella and Zookie say: “But we really like it HERE!”
I tell them they will be really happy to see their Dad again and do all the stuff they get to do with their Dad.
Zookie looks at me with tender love in his eyes and then sighs a great deal and tells me he WILL be glad when Dad gets home.
Bella? Well, Bella says she will enjoy having Dad back, but being here has
BEEN A BLAST!!!
I guess I run and pretty good Day Care.
Boomer
Since Dad is going to shrink the corrals and then expand the hay stack yard Dad decided the old granary had to either be torn down or moved.
Early yesterday morning…by first light…we all trouped out to the back of the farm yard to look at what Dad is interested in doing.
We all looked into the granary and then looked around the granary…Fuzzy and I were a little concerned because this is where our two ground squirrels like to live, Under the Granary.
Sam the cat went with us also. He crawled here and there all over the corrals and in the granary.
Boomer and I just went in and sniffed around and looked at all the cool stuff Mom and Dad had stored in there.
Back in the house we all ate breakfast and I heard Mom say…Let’s Move it!
So right after breakfast we all trouped back out to see where to move it too!
Mom says she wants it some place where she can get to it and work on the repairs.
So we all walked down the feed bunk road to the end of the corrals to look things over. Then we went into the corrals and over to the new shed to see if it would fit there, then we walked back to the end of the corrals.
Mom said she really like it at the end of the corrals…Dad looked and looked and then agreed.
Now the fun part started.
First the old corrals had to be removed, and then part of the old feed bunks, and then Dad went and got the tractor.
This was really exciting!
Boomer and were told to get out of the way a couple of times because we were really interested in being part of this whole process!
After we got it there Mom pronounced, “Perfect!”
It was a good morning’s work.
Then Mom went back in to fix lunch and Boomer and I decided it was a good time to take a nap!
Fuzzy
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fuzzy took us outside! To sleep, I mean. I go in and out as I please but for sleeping I much prefer INSIDE, unless, of course, yes…THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON OUTSIDE!!!
Fuzzy said we have to go!
I said………. “Oh, please NO I love hanging out in the house!”
Fuzzy told me I needed to toughen up as our job is protecting the property…grudgingly I said… “Okay…”
So out we went.
Mom said if it rains or snows we are always invited back inside…I’ll be sure and remind her!!!
We’ve always got lots to do—
Now that the cows are gone our cousins can come over and walk with Fuzzy and I on the farm.
Sam hangs out with us, lots! Sam and I love, LOVE, to roll in the dirt…see this dirty cat walking by, that’s Sam. I get so full of dirt that the groomer says she is always surprised at how dirty I really am. She says Fuzzy is never really dirt.
HUMMMPH!
I’m not dirty…I just enjoy rolling on the grass!
The Raccoons keep on coming by…MOM SAID this is NOT good. Raccoons love to eat trash (although, our trash is so they can’t eat it) and they really like a good chicken dinner.
(All of our chickens are locked up at night, tighter than a fist, so they are safe—Mom said.)
And they are mean!
Mom said: “You boys have GOT to get your raccoon friends out of the yard and on to other pastures…you need to send them to the upper end.
You know what….THAT IS A BLAST! Fuzzy and I are working really hard to get these rascals on out of here and up to the upper end.
We do have to be careful, because raccoons are mean…they will turn around attack if they want too…but so far we have it figured out….start running toward them barking, they head to corrals, by that time Dad is outside and Mom is right behind…when they come out they turn on the big yard lights, which scare the raccoons.
Five days now and no raccoons, which is good, once the corn gets to growing we won’t have them in the yard!
Yesterday, Mom came out the door, hollered “Let’s go” and off we went. Going to town is always a cool treat! Sometimes we get concerned that going to town means:
But most of the time it just means GOING TO TOWN!
Yippee!
After we got home, Mom said: “You boys can come on it, I need to work on some stuff upstairs and you might as well help”, we thought it was a very good idea.
We are great helpers and we always do what Mom Says!
Boomer
I moved us outside…that stay’n in the house was start’n to wear on me. Boom, now, he says he could stay in the house always. But, Mom and Dad, and even I were getting right tired of Boomer sitting around panting. So out we went. Two days and two nights now, but Mom says we will have to move back in tonight as another winter storm is coming in today…it’s supposed to start raining this afternoon and then change over to snow.
Phewy!
But I suppose I should be grateful for the house. And Mom who insists we stay inside when it’s nasty outside.
Now if it’s raining AND THUNDERING I would MUCH PREFER being inside and right ON MOM, if she would let me!
Shudder, shudder, shake, and shudder!
But…onto night-time living.
Freddy Fox comes by;
he is pretty regular…
always around
early in the morning.
The two Raccoons come in the yard…not all the time, but they do come. We can smell them coming so Boomer and I take off running as fast as we can to halllllllllllllllllllllllo at them.
Our running down the corral line always makes them hop up on the top of corral and scamper off back to the fields.
Sammy-Sam the cat hangs out with us until mid-night….he like to makes sure there are no stray cats on the property. Then he gets tired and heads in for the night. That cat sure seems to sleep a lot! Then he comes back out around 4:00 in the morning, since there is usually something going on just before dawn.
Between us dogs and Sam we hardly ever have any stray cats, but we do get them.
We had this visitor….Dad helped him go to the Big Skunk heaven in the sky somewhere.
Can you imagine what SKUNK HEAVEN must smell like…………….phew.
We like to patrol the property
(just the outbuildings and the house and yards) day and night.
In the daytime we get to chase squirrels. We have a couple of ground squirrels and boy, are they ever fun.
There is always something happening…the chickens, other birds, 
and we get to see
Dad heading out to do work. (We don’t go with Dad, just Mom.)
Yes, Sir! That’s our job and I’m proud of it!
Fuzzy ….oh, yes…and Boomer
Life on a Colorado Farm 