The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —2011 Onward

Posted on December 30, 2011 by Dayphoto

It’s been cold here! Very cold! We got down to -7* one night. It’s been so cold that when you go outside, well, heck…your nostrils sticks together. Now that’s a hard thing to do when you have a DOG Nose!!! 🙂

Freddy Fox has been seen out in the corn field hunting mice, Mom says he sure is beautiful, but he had better stay out there and not come inside the yard. Then she looks Fuzzy and I straight in the eye and says: “You boys had better guard the chickens well!”

We wag our tails really hard and look sincerely back into her eyes and try with everything in us to tell her ‘WE WILL!”

The snow is still pretty deep, but we walk with Mom every day checking out things, yesterday I went by myself over the hill and the dale clear to the coyote area, sniffed around a lot. Sure were lots to learn….two of the coyotes are going to have pups, coyotes are pretty interesting. When Mom found out I was out there she called me to come home. I sort of got in trouble for bothering my neighbors. She said now the coyotes have MY sent and she hopes they don’t come looking for ME!

Who would have thought such a thing?

Then last night Dad came inside saying the coyotes sure where whopping and hollering over in the coyote dell. Mom gave me a very stern look.

Shish!

Some people just don’t understand that I won’t get hurt. I’m just interested in learning things.

Shish! Huff! Stomp, Stomp! Huff!

Every evening the fog rolls in, and then in the morning we have hoar frost everywhere. Pretty but COLD!

Then yesterday we had a change, it warmed up to 34* and we got MELT! Melt! Whoo hoo!!!

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Since it’s the end of the year Fuzzy and I thought we would give you our Goals for 2012

If the going gets rough…hang with your people—they will need you
If you see your people upset, roll over and let them pet your tummy. They will forget whatever it is that is making them frown
Always be ready for a walk. Be sure to take your people, they forget to go outside and smell the smells and see the footprints on the earth
Every time you see your loved ones put on a happy face, wag your tail, wag your whole body…everyone loves to be loved
Don’t worry about the little stuff….heck; don’t even worry about the big stuff. Be happy right where you are.
Sleep as close to your people as you can get, it always produces sweet dreams
If you are tired, take a nap. Works wonders every time

Happy New Year Everyone….2012 is sure to be a great year!

Boomer and Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer —Merry Christmas One and All

Posted on December 22, 2011 by Dayphoto

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy, Boomer, Sam the Cat, Monkey the Cat, all the chickens and cows wish each and every one of you a very Merry Christmas!

(Mom made us do this…Fuzzy hid until Mom said “Stay!” and I tried to roll my head thing off—I don’t know why she wanted us to wear this…..)

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Anyway, Merry Christmas, we have enjoyed telling you our stories.

Mom, says “See you on Sunday”,

Linda, Fuzzy and Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —It Snowed

Posted on December 16, 2011 by Dayphoto

It snowed! I love the snow! I really, really do! I run as fast as I can and then I stop and slide, snow is ever so much better than that really, really, really cold we’ve been having.

I smelled Robbie the Raccoon clear out buy the diversion gate; I followed him every which way and clear up to the waste water transmission pipe. Boy was he ever busy last night!

Fuzzy stayed pretty close to Mom. He likes to play in the snow also, but his left front leg doesn’t always work the best so he wanted hang close if he should fall. I looked back a couple of times and he was even running! So I ran back to see if he wanted to go with me and smell Robbie the Raccoon’s tracks.

He said he would think about it, so I told him while he was thinking I would race ahead. He thought that would work.

While Mom and Dad finished putting up the panels, so the cows can go onto the farm, Fuzzy and I searched for Mice in the old corn field.

Nope, didn’t find any.

But we will…they will come out and we will find them.

A big bird was sitting over at the equipment yard watching us—he hollered at us to let him know if we see any mice. He said he was having trouble finding some.

I bayed back that we would, if we do.

Just before we came in, the lady who was to get her last load of hay showed up. That finished up all the hay. So Mom and Fuzzy and I went up to the upper end and brought the cows down, while Dad finished the fence.

Then we moved the cows onto the farm.

They love eating all the old corn stalks and the old alfalfa stems.

Well, gotta go, I want to run back out into the corn field with Fuzzy, it’s warming up a bit and the snow is melting. I’ll bet the mice are out!

Bye,

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Hunting Mice

Posted on December 9, 2011 by Dayphoto

Nothing new here…still cold; and I do mean C.O.L.D.

Mom has put a heat lamp in the chicken house (red, because if you don’t put red in the chickens will peck on each other…Chickens are NOT very smart! Mom says that isn’t true, she says she thinks chickens are like people and treat each other just like groups of people treat each other.) She also hooked up the electric water heater for the chicken water tank. Dad has the cow water from freezing. The only thing that freezes now is our water dish, but Mom keeps a really close eye on it.

It’s so cold now that we sleep in the house….YIPEEE!!! Hoo Ray!!

I like sleeping in the house, so does Boomer.

Mom has to keep a really close eye on us there, because we get lazy and don’t want to go outside and ‘do our duty’. We’ve both been ‘trained’ but who likes to have bodily fluids freeze as it leaves your body?

Boomer said I exaggerated but when you’re advanced in age, that’s what it feels like. Frozen….well you know what I mean.

It’s really nice having Mom home. This is the first time in my whole life that I’ve lived here that Mom has been home all day long. (She goes to town sometimes, but that isn’t very long. Before she would leave before day break and get back after dark…she was gone a long, long time.)

The day warms up pretty slow. Last night the cold air was around 8* and just before the sun came up it was 6*, but the day will warm up. It got up to 40* yesterday afternoon.

Something we all do now that Mom is home ALL THE TIME is go for a walk. We walk all over the farm, she says it’s good for me…keeps my bones working. We go slow, Mom and I, Boomer runs all over the place clear up there and clear over there, back to where Mom and are. Sometimes Mom walks a little too fast for me, but she is always waits for me to catch-up.

There are lots of things to see and smell so it takes me awhile.

The coyotes are back! Mom got a little weird out because we were walking through the equipment storage area when two coyotes ran right by us. She said she guess it is so cold they are hunting in the day time.

Boomer and I have met Freddy Fox…he is new to the farm. So we have lots of critters visiting us…raccoons, skunks, coyotes, and foxes…so Mom bought a solar critter light to protect the chicken house and pen.

But one of the very best part of winter, besides getting to be in the house all most all the time…sleeping in the mud room, hanging by the fireplace…

Is…

HUNTING MICE!

It’s ever so much fun!

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —I Meet Robbie

Posted on December 2, 2011 by Dayphoto

It’s really cold here…or at least I think it’s really cold here. Fuzzy says it’s just right, but he has lots more fur than I do. He has two coats….TWO!!! I have one and sometimes I think it’s really thin.

Mom put a coat on me once, but I found it rather binding. It was red. Last January Hank and I were playing and Hank just ripped it off of me. Then Hank and I took it and ran up and down the yard pulling and shaking it…woweeeee, boy that was fun!

We were getting really into it when the backdoor slammed and out came MOM with a very angry face and a LOUD voice to match.

STOP! She YELLED!

(And I do mean yelled)

Hank and I stopped right then…Hank had a piece of red material hanging out of his mouth and was in mid-prance, as for me I had some of the stuffing (is that what you call it?) caught in my collar and flapping on the top of my head. There were bits and pieces of the coat laying every which way and even up — all over the yard, down the road and well….in our mouths.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I got another coat. It was green. I really didn’t like it…rather binding as they say. When Mom would put it on me I would sit around and pant. Finally Mom said, okay, if you get cold you can go into your dog house. I give up.

But that doesn’t have anything to do with what happened last night. I just wanted to tell you why I don’t have a coat.

We always get to come in and out of the house as long as Mom is home. Dad doesn’t let us in the house. He will let us into the tractor shed, the shop, the barn and any other place, but… Nope, nope, Dogs don’t belong in the house, he says.

But whenever we are in he always pets us and lets us lay at his feet, so I think he sends mixed messages.

Anyway…the last two nights have been cold, dark and cold, but the sky has been just loaded with stars! Crisp clear and loaded with sparkly winking stars. Beautiful!

It was cold, but not so cold I wanted to stay in the dog house. Fuzzy was sitting outside on the back step, so I lay next to my dog house and we talked.

We sit around lots in the daytime and wait for Lucky the Squirrel. He said his name is that because we can’t catch him.

Lucky also has a couple of friends, but we haven’t met them so far. We’ve seen them but we’ve only met Lucky.

What happens is when we see Lucky run very fast across the road from the tractor shed to the light pole by the shop we run really fast barking the whole time.

It’s great fun!

Even Lucky says it’s fun for him also.

We never catch Lucky…I don’t know what we would do if we did….Fuzzy and I have talked about it and we really don’t want to catch Lucky. We just like running and barking and TRYING to catch him.

🙂

Lucky’s friends stay out by the ditches and over in the wood pile. (They sure are making a mess of the wood pile.)

As we were talking I noticed that the sky sure was beautiful. It was so beautiful I thought I would lift my nose and sing a sweet song to the sky, when suddenly Fuzzy took off barking down the drive way toward the barn and the grain bins and the hay stack.

He sure can be fast when he wants too.

I caught up to him right at the grain bins when he stopped short. This caused me to just about bonk into him, but I didn’t— I missed him, but still…

“What’s up, Fuzzy? Is Lucky out running around? Did I miss him? What’s happening?”

“Look!” Fuzzy said….

So I looked…

WOW! That was the biggest sort of cat I have ever seen in my life!!!

I guess it is a cat….only it didn’t look like a real cat it had a busy tail and a mask around its eyes.

“Whhhhattt is it, Fuzzy?”

“Why its Robbie the Raccoon; let me introduce you two.”

“Robbie this is Boomer, Boomer this is Robbie.”

Robbie stuck out his little paw and tried to shake hands with me. Then he did a sort of chitter sound.

After all that he smiled a big smile and asked if we wanted to go on an adventure.

An adventure, both of my ears perked up and my tail end started wagging as fast it as would go.

Just then Dad came out of the house to go check on something in his shop and Robbie ran off.

I watched him go. I was really sad.

“He’ll be back”, Fuzzy consoled me. “He’ll be back, you just wait and see.”

We trotted on back to the shop and whined at the door until Dad let us in.

I can hardly wait until Robbie the Raccoon comes back. An adventure sounds, well, just neat!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Farming

Posted on November 18, 2011 by Dayphoto

Well, here it is! The end of the farming season! Boomer and I have been helping Mom do all her chores while Dad harvests the last of the crops. He is combining corn, even as I speak.

As for Mom and Boom and I well we are in charge of ditches.

Sometime in the afternoon we all head off to one of the ditches…Boomer has decided that he likes to run, sometimes ahead of the four-wheeler and sometimes beside and even sometimes following. He rides when he gets tired, but only then, he doesn’t really like to ride.

Following isn’t very good; I don’t think….it’s the spot where you eat dust all the time.

I used to run alongside….sometimes I feel really good and run a short distance alongside Mom and bark, but mostly I don’t. I really like to go, though, so Mom always takes me. Since I can’t jump anymore Mom picks me up and puts me on the back of the four-wheeler. She has a really neat carpet there that I can lay on or stand on however I feel like doing.

Sometimes I don’t even want to get off, but when we are at the ditches she makes me get off and at least sit by the four-wheeler. She says there might be a mouse or two to chase.

Yesterday was a big day…Dad had a bolt break on the tail gate of the big truck…he lost lots of corn,

but the good thing was he was still in the field when the tail gate broke.

We all went over to help him.

After he got it fixed and he left for the elevator, we picked up most of the corn and put into buckets to dump back into the truck. We had to leave some because the elevator doesn’t like rocks in the corn.

Mom said the wild creatures will enjoy the corn anyway.

After that we went to the corn field Dad was getting ready to start on and Mom started picking up and a stacking the irrigation tubes.

I stayed by the four-wheeler

and Boomer ran around sniffing stuff.

Once Boomer found a really cool poop to roll in but Mom yelled at him…I ran over as fast has my stiff back legs would take me, but Mom beat me too it and buried it.

Darn it!

Both Boom and I agreed it was a really cool poop, even had hair in it…smelled of coyotes. If we could have rolled in it and peeped on it the coyotes would have known some really tuff dogs live and work on this farm.

Mom was busy picking up the tubes and stacking them when suddenly three field mice ran out of the tubes. She didn’t really like it because she was carrying the tubes at the time.

I was on them in a flash! I forgot all about my stiff legs and hard to move hips…

Boomer was way down a corn row but I barked at him and he came running.

I got the first one of the three, and then we kept following Mom and waiting for her to drop another one out of the tube. She got smart and started shaking the tubes before she put them into her arms.

What a blast!

We caught several mice.

Then Mom started picking up the dams…..NESTS! NESTS OF MICE!!

Oh joy, joy, joy!

Tomorrow we are going way up to the upper end and doing the little hay field, then after that is the bean field. Boomer and I can look forward to at least two more days of catching mice, err helping on the farm.

Have a nice weekend everyone, I sure plan too!

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Pheasant Hunting Season

Posted on November 11, 2011 by Dayphoto

Finally! Mom and Dad are home!

They have been super busy, super busy! Which suits me just fine…I like being busy. Fuzzy says we are busy but really we aren’t.

Here’s how our day went when Mom and Dad were in Texas. Sleep until Misty and Tally came up to do the chickens….hang out with them for a while. Then they would leave and Fuzzy and I would sleep again. Fuzzy would pick out a spot in the sun somewhere and doze off. I like to jump on top of the dog houses and sleep there. It’s all nice and cuddly and warm, the sun hits and warms everything up.

Then I would sort of mosey around but I never went too far, because I knew Fuzzy would miss me. Then later, way later, in the day Blade would come over with Puff/Hank and they would do the chickens…gather the eggs and put the chickens to bed for the night and throw some hay over to the cows.

Mom and Dad were gone 4 days….an eternity! On the third day I begged really, really, hard to get to go home with Mom-mom and Tally so they let me. (Fuzzy didn’t want to go)

NOW THAT WAS FUN!!!!

While Fuzzy slept in the sun Puff/Hank and I P.L.A.Y.E.D. everywhere. I came home with Blade in the evening. The next morning when Mom-mom came up I hopped into the truck, because I WAS going home with them again!

Then Mom and Dad came back! Which is just wonderful, you see. They’ve been doing lots of stuff in the kitchen and the bathroom and we have been without water for a couple of days, something about the hot water tank leaked and caused the bathroom vinyl to come up and the underneath wood to get really soaked. A new hot water tank had to be bought, new carpet laid down…but Mom saved lots of water so we didn’t have to go thirsty.

I think they are about done with the water because we rode down twice to the end of the lane to turn the water off and turn it on. Now Dad says he has to haul hay down to the elevator as they are out and want some more. Then maybe, just maybe, on Friday Dad plans on combining corn. He had a flat tire on the combine, but he took it town and got it fixed so plans are still on for Friday.

We all will help with that, but all the other stuff comes first, Dad says.

Today is Friday the 11^th, on the 12^th Pheasant Hunting season starts. Since none of us had checked fences for a while or even checked on the cows for a time we all headed off to do so. Mom and Dad don’t let hunters hunt on our property anymore. There was a time when they did, but not anymore.

Dad says too many people have left gates down, climbed over fences and broken down the fences, shot at the cows, and even walked down the canal and shot close to the barn to even begin to think about letting hunters back on the place.

(Besides there really aren’t many pheasants left in our area. Too many fox and coyotes! They eat the eggs and they eat the birds! I know because I’ve been sniffing out the sad tale now for the year I’ve lived here.)

We headed out, but had to stop; as our neighbor was moving his cows down from the plateau to his winter pasture…he said the cows were eating snowballs up there. Made us all laugh. The cows said it was true; they were super glad to see food again.

Fuzzy and explored along the corn fields,

there were a couple of lose wires that had to be fixed so the folks worked on those.

The wind had blown some big weeds into the electric fence which had to be picked off; we explored some more while they did that.

Fuzzy pretty much had to ride with Mom — he would get way too tired. Still Mom would put him off and let him run around while they worked.

When we got home the moon was coming up….WOW! Sure was a pretty moon! The last time we had a full moon Sissy Coyote came calling, but we all checked out the known dens (yes there are two for sure) and it looks like they have left our farm.

I sure hope so! Dad said…we’ll see, we’ll see.

Anyway, nothing happened last night. Except it got really cold around 8*, I stayed in my dog house all snug and warm.

It was dark when Mom gets up…I wonder why she gets up so early. Oh, yes…to get the fire started in the woodstove.

The moon was just going to sleep but she came out anyway with her camera, she said she wants a good photo of the moon.

I think she got one. She took one at night and one in the morning. I don’t care if she is outside with the camera that just means I get to go and do something with her.

Then we all went inside and had a good snuggle around the fire. It got too hot for Fuzzy so he headed outside. I thought I could just stay inside and keep myself cool by panting.

That didn’t work.

Still everything is good, I helped Mom rake and I tried to catch mice that were sneaking into the chicken house.

Then I rode in the wheelbarrow as Mom hauled wood to the house. I jumped out when Sam the Cat smirked at me. Mom caught Sam and made him ride then. He did too. Rode all the way to the house on a load of wood!

Smarty pants cat!

Well, hang on to your ears as pheasant season starts Saturday!! (I’ll lay bones to hamburger Fuzzy tried to hide in his dog house or to make a dash to get into the house when the guns start going off.)

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Halloween

Posted on October 28, 2011 by Dayphoto

Poor Hank/Puff—depending on who you are talking too. Mom calls him Hank, but his family all call him Puff UNLESS he gets in trouble, then they call him Hank. So I wonder is his name Puff Hank?

Hummm… That must be it Puff Hank!

Well, here’s why I feel sorry for Puff Hank…

Yep a radio control collar. Puff Hank adores chasing cars. He love pick-up, trucks, tractors you name it…if it moves on the main road, Hank wants to be there barking at the wheels.

This collar really works, Puff Hank had the collar on for about a week, his family, even the little kids, working with him to understand —- you go beyond this point you will get shocked…and the shock WILL hurt.

Then the day came when Puff Hank got to spend the morning out in the yard without anyone there.

ZOOOOOOOOM! A car flew up the hill and on down the road.

Puff took out after it….Bark, Whoooppeee, Bark

Suddenly the whole neighborhood heard YEOOWWWWWWWWWAL!

When Mom-mom looked out the window, Puff was slinking back into the yard from the road with his tail tucked under his butt.

BUSTED!

Of course, when Puff comes up to see us he doesn’t have to wear the collar. Sort of sad that shocking business, but like I told Puff Hank…get used to it, it will keep you alive.

So everything was going along really good up here. Mom and Dad has been really busy laying pipe and putting a roof on the west side of the house, buttoning down the hatch you might say getting ready for winter.

Then Shannon showed up with something called an ‘outfit’ for Halloween.

You got to be kidding, right?

FOR US! We are dogs….dogs don’t wear ‘outfits’!!!! NO WAY!

I don’t CARE if Houston is dressed up; you are not going to get me in some stupid ‘outfit’!

I’m a cow dog….I don’t do stupid stuff like that!

AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Humph!

If this doesn’t beat all?

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Sissy Coyote

Posted on October 21, 2011 by Dayphoto

Mom said we had a first…well, first time for her anyway.

Sissy Coyote came calling!

This is how it happened:

The night was beautiful, a clear, full bright moon hung in the sky just above the cottonwood tree. The light from the full moon lit up everything, casting sliver and blue shadows everywhere. Fuzzy and I were having a great time sitting on the back step of the back porch. Every once in a while Fuzzy would see something run across the road out by the tractor sheds, and then he would take off running and barking! HEY YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON OUR PLACE! Then I would follow hollering as loud as I could.

It was great fun.

I really don’t think Fuzzy can see very well anymore, but what the heck, he sees enough that we get to chase ‘whomever or whatever’ off the place. If they really aren’t there, who is going to complain? NOT ME!!!

So we had a great time until Mom came out and turned all the yard lights on….

“What is happening out here, boys, are the Chickens safe?” She asked giving each of us a wonderful pet on the head and all over the body.

Hummmmmmmmmmmm

I sort of think she knows we are just having fun.

So we all three walk out to the chicken house, opened the door, and turned on the light in the chicken house.

“One, two, three, four” counted Mom. “Well, nothing bad going on here.”

The chickens were rather startled to have the light turned on, but they didn’t move. They continued to sit on their perch and sort of talked to each other about the lights and stuff like that.

Mom, Fuzzy and I all walked back to house. But she took the long way…we checked on the cows, all asleep, we walked by the grain bins, nothing happening there, except they were all sparkly in the moonlight. Really rather pretty, I thought.

Then we stopped at the tractor sheds, Mom said she wondered if there were some stray cats out here (in the tractor shed) that Fuzzy and I were barking at. We just looked very sincerely at her and I thumped my tail really vigorously, Fuzzy just shook his little stub of a tail, but he did shake it really hard. We wanted Mom to think she was right.

She must have as we all walked back to the house, got many pets and rubs and scratches and told good night. We were also warned to not do any more barking if it’s just for fun as Dad will be the next person out to see what the problems were.

So we were silent. BUT…we did chase a couple of cats, and a really neat squirrel, or at least I thought it was a squirrel…but the highlight was when the FOX came through the yard.

Fuzz and I were sitting out by the woodpile, next to the chicken house, just taking in the night…when right out of the corral a fox came, padded by the garbage cans and almost ran right into to us!

I sat up and barked HALLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MOM COME QUICK!!!!

Both Fuzzy and I were so excited that I’m sure it came through in our yips and barks. Mom came out of the house fast…it looked like she may have been asleep. We kept up the barrage of barking, I pointed down the road, Mom flipped on the yard lights, I ran back to her really fast and twirled and swirled around and headed back to Fuzzy who was looking down the road sort of prancing for us to get there.

We made it just in time for Mom to see the bushy tail sliding under the barbed wire fence; she flung the flashlights light into the field and saw the red fox heading as fast as its little legs could go to the drain ditch across the way.

Mom said it didn’t have anything in its mouth!

“You boys sure are doing a good job tonight,” she said. We licked her hands and she petted us all over.

After all that it was starting to get rather nippy outside so we decided to head to our snug and cozy dog houses. I went in first, because I feel the cold before Fuzz, but I heard him come in a few minutes later.

We were sleeping really good…sound as you might say. When in the yard, RIGHT BY THE CLOTHES LINE was SISSY the Coyote! And she was …WOW! Some kind of beautiful! She started making this pretty strange howl/bark thing that had Fuzzy and I out of our dog houses in a flash!

We both barked and howled back at her, but she was NOT afraid. It was getting close to morning…I could see the rim of almost light in the east along the Paonia Mountains…we were frenzied in our barking.

Both Mom and Dad came out of the house FAST!!!!

Dad had his gun!

This was a good thing, because while Fuzz and I were looking at Sissy the Witching Coyote, there were four other lurking coyotes over by the hen house!!!

They were trying to raid the HEN HOUSE!

BAM!!!

Dad shot the gun!!!

Scared off the coyotes, even pretty Sissy Coyote — Fuzzy and I watched her slink away, well actually melt away into the shadows.

The gun pretty much frightened me also. I yelped just as loud as the gun!

Fuzzy laughed at me. Heck, man! I wasn’t expecting anything like that L.O.U.D sound!

Mom said she didn’t understand why the coyotes were so aggressive this year; a friend of hers said that they are probably coyote-dogs. Which is probably true…lots of people have dropped dogs off out here.

The ditch rider says he has seen a pack of wild dogs down over the hill. So what is living around our place is a mix of coyote/dogs. Dad’s going to talk to the D.O.W. Trapper to see what can be done. Calving season is a few months off (February) we don’t need any coyotes, wild dogs, or coyote-dogs around.

Anyway….this full moon was sure full of fun and excitement! (By the way…Dad wondered why Mom didn’t grab her camera; she usually has it with her all the time. — NOW That would have been cool….a photo of Sissy Coyote! I would pin it up in my dog house. She was that kind of wonderful!)