The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Grandchildren

Posted on October 7, 2011 by Dayphoto

Dad, Mom, Boom, and I go ever evening to check on the cows. And to see how the corn is doing in the drying department.

We head up to the back 40 and then into the upper end, looking the grass over, watching for problems with the fences and in Booms case just seeing what he can smell.

Checking on the health of the cows

Everything is looking good.

The grass is high

The fences are ready for the range cows to head back down. The rancher who brings his range cows to our place doesn’t come here until the end of January, but all the neighbors have cows that start coming in so all of the fences need to be UP and ready and waiting.

Our cows are slick and fat. Dad says market day will be in November.

I used to run all over the place, just like Boomer does now, but not anymore.

Still I love to go, so Mom puts me up behind her on the four-wheeler and we are off.

We ride everywhere. It’s delightful to see the land and smell the smells on the wind.

Sometimes Mom puts me down and lets me run around while they do something or other.

This getting old is rather hard, but it does have its advantages. Like I get to ride everywhere!

Back home we have lots to do…I like to sleep under the kitchen window, or under Dad’s truck, then there is the really nice and shady lilac bush.

I pick which dog house I want to sleep in, Boomer gets the one I don’t want. I trade so he is never sure…I trade often.

HeHe

The grandkids are okay….mostly Hank and Boomer play with them, which is okay by me. I much rather sat by Mom while they are run around on the grass or whatever.

Of course there are those times……

… when I wonder why me

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Poop

Posted on September 30, 2011 by Dayphoto

Now most people never talk about poop. Maybe Doctors and Nurses do but real people in the world really don’t talk about poop.

Cats don’t talk about poop. They get all embarrassed and go off and hide whenever poop is in the making, they even make sure and cover the whole subject up.

As far as I know I have never heard of a cow, or horse or goat or pig or even a chicken give any thought at all to poop. They eat…there is poop. That’s it. They just move on.

Now dogs, which are what this story is all about, understand poop.

Well, at least most of us do.

So dogs everywhere—-listen up!!!!

If you see cow poop, no matter how good it smells……

No matter that it may or may not have little bits of undigested corn in it…..

You just DO NOT EAT the poop!

OF COURSE that is how your people will feel about you eating the poop….you won’t.

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Green Stuff

Posted on September 23, 2011 by Dayphoto

I hate to admit it, but I got in trouble.

Well, not a lot of trouble.

But trouble all the same.

See it all started with Mom not being able to do much…if Mom doesn’t go anywhere, Fuzzy doesn’t either.

After two days of no walks, no rides on the four-wheeler and no trips to town…well….see…

Hummm….

I got bored!

Heck, man! I’m only 4 or 5 years or so and there is a still lot to see and do out there. To top that all off Hank/Puff is 2 years old so he is ALWAYS ready to go see and do.

It was Tuesday last week. Tuesday is when Hank and Tally come up and spend the day with us. Mom does something called Grammy School, and then she and Tally usually have to come outside and do something for or with Dad. (That is what I wait for…doing stuff with Dad.) I don’t go with Dad because he is usually on something big…hay swather, combine, huge truck so if you go with him there is no room to ride which means you have to run alongside all the time and well, that gets boring. Up the field, then down the field, then up the field…you get the picture.

Now if you go with Mom she usually has to do something for Dad that requires waiting. The waiting thing is what I LIKE!!! She and Fuzzy wait (and Tally, if along) and I go out and see what news is out there with my really good sniffing nose. If Hank/Puff is along he likes to scare up stuff—birds, rabbits, mice, and oh! Joy! Of Joys! Squirrels! Then we give chase! It’s like ever so wonderful!

So Tuesday came, Tally showed up with Hank/Puff. I waited. Hank and I waited. Fuzzy took a nap. He always takes really long naps.

Boy, did we ever wait.

We waited so long I could smell lunch cooking…ummmmmmm yummy good smells….I just sat there with a big goofy grin on my face when my tongue rolled out of my mouth and I drooled on the ground.

Hank laughed at me.

Shoot! I couldn’t help it …people food is wonderful!

Then Dad was in, then back out.

Dad said that Mom was resting today, boys. She isn’t feeling up to much stuff.

Man…this sitting around was getting old.

So I asked Hank if he would like to go out to the bean field and see what Dad was doing and maybe hit the back pasture to see if we could see anything up there.

Off we went. No one seemed to miss us. I didn’t think we would be gone very long.

I knew we had to be back BEFORE Mom and Tally went down the lane to get the kids off the bus, she would miss us if we weren’t there to run down the lane with her.

The pasture was heaven! HEAVEN! We smelled raccoon tracks, deer wallows, chased up several kinds of birds and lots and lots of rabbits. What a heavenly good time we had.

On the way back, just across the bridge of the little pond, over by the hill going up to the Chico patch, where the coyotes sometimes hang out I FOUND IT!!!

Oh! What a wonder!

And I found it BEFORE HANK!

A big green pile of something so wonderfully dead it was not just green it was emerald green! Oh, yeah the flies had found it too, but WHAT THE HECK! IT WAS JUST WONDERFUL!

I sniffed all around it…then I lay right down on top of it and rolled all over it it……………….

Sigh………………………..

I rolled again and again. I squished up my back and squiggled all down the back of my backbone, and then I drug my collar and chin through it just as Hank came up.

He was so disappointed.

I had every last gooey bit of rotten wonder stuck to my whole body.

He almost cried he was so disappointed.

He did try to roll around in the sort of grease spot that was left there, but I had it ALL!

ALL! Mind you ALL!

Heeheee!

We got home just in time. Mom was firing up the four-wheeler, Fuzzy was loaded up and so was Tally and they were heading down the lane to the bus stop. We ran right alongside of them, they were none the wiser.

When we stopped Mom said: “Boomer! You Stink! YUCK! Just look at you!”

“Pretty darn neat, don’t ya think?” I grinned at her.

Then I did a little swirly dance so she could see how really lovely I was.

Then Talley started saying pee-u, ick!

Mom was going to get mad at me…I could see it in her face, but the bus drove up.

Whew!

Then Bladen and Linkin started in about how it stinks out here. So I ran over to them and did a really good twirl so they could see my new green color.

Well, anyway…to make a long story short.

I had to have a bath. I got hosed down in the yard first. Then I was dumped in the kiddy pool, which still didn’t satisfy Mom, so I had to go inside and have a bath with all types of soap in the tub.

Afterwards I was pronounced clean.

Humph!

Boomer

P.S. It was really a cool smell, but you will just have to take my word for it. I don’t want to go through 4 washings again just so Mom doesn’t gag all over the place all the while chewing me out, laughing and grabbing her ribs.

P.P.S.S. Maybe I’ll find another really good smell someday.

P.P.P.S.S.S. I’ll let you know if I do!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —It’s All About Beans

Posted on September 16, 2011 by Dayphoto

Lots happening here!

Well there was lots happening here….its’ raining now so everything has come to screeching halt.

Dad has been ‘doing the beans’. What that means is he pulled all the beans and put them into rows so they can dry. The beans themselves need to dry, the stems on the beans need to dry and if there are any weeds (and there is always weeds, no matter how much my people try) need to dry.

Then they sit for about a week if the weather holds.

By that I mean if we have lots of really nice sunshine and maybe a slight breeze or so.

In the meantime, while we are waiting for the fields to get ready for the combine…we all get to get the combine ready for the beans.

This is more work that you would think….Dad really is the one who has to get the combine ready so off we go to get the combine.

I sometimes like to run alongside (not very often anymore-but every once in a while). Going after the combine I decided this was one of those times.

Tally was spending the day with us while her Momma was working at Blade and Linkin’s school so Tallen and Hank/Puff where also along to get the combine.

It was a really nice warm day.

Actually Hank/Puff got hot and had to go for a swim in the canal. When Mom saw that she said it reminded her that I needed a bath and hair cut.

I really hate the bath and haircut thing…but the brushing out thing is ….

Ahhhh!

…..really nice!

So everything was going along really well…the beans were about ready for harvest (Dad said a couple of more days of drying and he will be in the field and the beans will be at the Beanery), when it

RAINED!

Lots of rain!

Days of rain!

Everything is sitting in mud. Dad is worried that the rain has pushed the beans down into the mud; if that is the case he will have to go back out there and rerun the blade under them and wait for them to dry…..again!

The hay customers are coming right along in a steady stream. Boom and I really enjoy barking them down the lane. We do a real good job too! Boom gets in trouble because, well…he pees on the tires! Dad yells at him…I don’t do yelling. I gave up tire peeing some time back.

Well….unless

There is another dog in the back! I have to just ignore Dad if another dog is present…can’t be the laughing stock of the neighborhood!

Well, it’s raining again.

Guess we just wait for the sun. Mom said we could go to town with her, see ya later!

Fuzzy

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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Hauling Hay

Posted on September 9, 2011 by Dayphoto

Fuzz and I woke up early this morning; just at the sky was starting to color up a bit in the East. It was rather cold…that is why we woke up. Cold, brrrr! 48*! Mom is going to have to snuggle up our dog houses pretty soon, or let us sleep in the house.

Sleep in the house…HEY that works for me! Fuzzy doesn’t really like to sleep in the house; he says he gets too hot.

I had to remind him that he sure likes to be in the house when there is fire in the sky.

“That’s different”, he growled at me. “I’m a watch dog, I’m also a cow dog, and I’m the protector of the farm. I sleep outside so I can SEE and HEAR what is going on, if something bad is happening then I can give the alarm.”

“Oh”, I replied. “I just thought being in the house, was well, warmer.”

“It is son, it is. But we watchdogs have real work to do. Mom will be along and fix us up; she hasn’t failed us yet, has she.”

“Actually, no she hasn’t,” I answered.

So up we were when a huge flock of little twittering and cheeping birds came by and landed in our tree. They sure were full of chit-chat and chatter, I sat there and watched them and listened in on their conversations:

“Are you tired, Mable?”

“Not yet, but having this tree right here was really good.”

“Ready to go”

“Soon”

“A short rest doesn’t do anyone of us any harm we have a long way to go today”

Mom walked out the house about that time causing about 1/3 of the birds to swoosh up into the air, the rest stopped talking.

Then Dad came out and got on his four-wheeler. That was the end of the birds resting. They all flew away.

I wonder where they are going…..

Anyway, we have work to do today. It the last day of hauling in the hay! I love this type of work. I get to ride with Fuzzy if I get tired or I can run alongside Mom checking out the bales. I found a bull snake. WHEW! That was a trip.

I was sniffing around one of the bales because it had a funny smell…sort of …well, hummm, let me see, musty, wet ….now just what is that odor? I can’t seem to find a word for it, when all of a sudden —–

SNAKE!!!!!!

I jumped ten feet in the air.

That thing could move FAST. I think it must have been 50 feet long! The slithery long monster ran right at me! RIGHT AT ME!!!!!!! WOW! WOOF! WOOF! BARK! BARK! I gave the red alarm. Mom sure took her time getting over to the hay bale.

“Oh, Boom. That is just a snake.” Come on get on the four-wheeler and leave it be, they do more good than harm.” She laughed.

Yeah right. You don’t have to tell me more than once. I know when I need to be on the four-wheeler and right now is one of those times!

After a while I wanted off, so I hoped off. Fuzzy stayed on. He doesn’t get off much anymore. Heck, he never gets off. Says his days of getting off and running around are over. It is so much better to ride. Mom and I can get off, but he wants to just enjoy the sun and having the four-wheeler do all the work.

It only took about three hours to get the hay bales turned right (sometimes they come out of the baler and land crooked or they fall over, sometimes the baler doesn’t bale the bale well. The twine slips or the knot doesn’t knot or sometime or other, when that happens it’s called a broken bale. We, Mom and us pick the broken bales up and haul them into the feed bunk. We also haul some down to the goats.

After we got all the bales straightened and Dad got all the hay stacked it was time to head up to the cement ditch and turn the water down. One last irrigation for the hay and we are done for the year.

Sure seems to have gone fast.

This reminds me. It was a year ago this week that I came to live here. I picked this place. It’s mine. They love me and I love them.

Mom sang Happy Anniversary to me off and on all day. She said since we don’t know my real birthday then today is going to be my birthday. The vet said I was about 4-5 years old last year, so I guess this year I’m about 5-6 years old. Whatever doesn’t really matter to me. I like living here. I like Fuzzy a lot and I love finding out what each new day is going to bring.

This farm living is the life for me!

Boomer

With Our Boys in Service—October 12, 1944

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—the Post Man

Posted on September 2, 2011 by Dayphoto

Fuzzy and I have been helping in the fields lots. We always go irrigate, three times a day, early morning, 2:00 in the afternoon and then as it is getting dark. I love to go irrigate…there is just so much to learn out there. News of the world, so to speak!

Last night Dad was clear across the BIGGEST corn field setting tubes in the dirt ditch, and Mom was at the cement ditch between the bean field and the second largest corn field. Fuzzy was in the cement ditch trying to catch bubbles and I was in the corn field looking for that huge bone I buried four days ago.

Like I said it was just starting to get dark, the sun had set and the shadows were growing darker and darker. When I smelled something ….

Coyotes!

I came running out of the corn field as fast as I could go…my nose in the air when we heard them….Loud, long yipps and a bark howl. Jeepers weirds me out!

Then it happened again! Only this time more of a chattering yips. Mom told Fuzzy and me to get on the four-wheeler…. “Let’s go!” she said. “Hurry, Fuzzy, get out the water, we need to see what is happening with Dad.”

“Boom do you want to ride or are you going to run?”

Ride! I’m not running through the corn rows with that wild smell out there and that big noise, no sireee.

I hopped up before Mom even had Fuzzy picked up and placed on the back. I could feel the back of my neck all prickly with my fur standing on end. Fuzzy didn’t really seem to know what was happening, just that Mom was in a big hurry.

As Mom was turning around I told him….Coyotes!

Fuzzy growled real deep and long. Mom told him “Shhhhhhh, Fuzz, we will get there and scare them off. They won’t do anything when they hear the four-wheeler.”

Dad was supposed to be at the dirt ditch waiting for the last of the water that Mom had let loose, then he would set the tubes there and come on home, we would meet him at the barn.

Wheeeew, Mom was flying! It was sure hard to stay on, but we made it. Dad was at the dirt ditch with four more tubes to set when we flew up…. He said four coyotes were hanging around warning him to not come any closer. He didn’t have a gun with him, so he was glad we showed up. Mom wouldn’t let us off the four-wheeler. She didn’t have to worry about me, but Fuzzy kept growling and pointing toward the equipment area. Mom had her four-wheeler turned around so the lights were hitting in the general direction while Dad finished up. Coyotes can and will defend their pups if they think someone is too close to them.

With lights on and darkness almost complete we all headed back to the barn and the safety of the house. I was so scared I jumped right off and headed to my dog house…its safe there!

After jumping inside the dog house that was closest to me, I turned around a few times and settled in. Mom and Dad had already gone into the house and Fuzzy was heading into the other dog house. I was really tired. Getting really scared sure can take the energy out of you!

“We scared them off, Boom! We did a really good job.”

“I agree, Fuzzy!”

“Well, Good Night! I don’t know about you, but I’m beat.”

“Me too, Fuzzy! I’m really tired. Good Night!”

We were dozing real good when I heard Mom come outside. It was dark, of course, for it was still night. I got out of my nice warm bed to see Fuzzy standing next to Mom shivering and shaking all over.

BOOM!

BAM!

CRACK! There was fire in the sky!

Rain came down really hard in great big drops. Mom completed picking up our food dishes, placing them under the carport so they wouldn’t get wet from the rain. Fuzzy and I were so tired when we got home neither one of us finished our supper.

BAM!

CRACK!

We were all getting wet!

“Come on,” Mom invited. In we went to spend the night in the bedroom right next to the bed. Fuzzy got under the bed; I stayed close to Mom’s side. This is really nice, sleeping inside. You can’t see or hear anything going on outside, like you do when you stay in the dog house. Dad says dogs need to be outdoors, they are for guarding the house and the property, inside they don’t know anything that is happening.

“Shhhhh,” Mom put her fingers to her lips. “Now this is only until the rain stops.”

That works for me!

We got up early…Mom ALWAYS gets up early…and went outside to check things out. The world was new again. Made me so happy I had to twirl around and around and around! Then I ran just as fast as I could to the haystacks and back. Fuzzy stayed with Mom while she did the chickens and threw some hay out for the cows. Dad went to irrigate, but it was too muddy for us to go…so Mom said. Besides she was going to fix breakfast.

I LOVE breakfast! I love anything I can eat, I like dry dog food and canned dog food, I love people food, I give it a good sniff and whooose down the gullet it goes! Fuzzy is particular. If he waits too long I try to sneak over and see what he is not eating. I have to be careful because he will get really mad at me for taking his food, but I wait. I can wait a long time, and then when Fuzzy dozes off to sleep BAM I’ve got the food!

HEHE!

Around ‘that time’ Fuzzy and I decided to head on down the lane so we could be at the mailboxes when the mailman comes. Barking at the mailman is one of the most important functions any dog can have. I just love barking at the mailman. We have a really cool mailman, he always has a dog cookie just for us…we bark, he tosses out a cookie, we head home…..after we eat the cookie. Pretty Neat, huh?

MAIL MAN…Come on Fuzzy! We are about to be late! MAIL MAN…he’s coming up the lane, WOW! I love it when he drives all the way down the lane to deliver the mail. We get to bark him home. To our home, that is.

BARK! WOOF! HOWL!!!

Mailman!!! YAHOO!

Our mailman is really neat, he has never killed a chicken, broke a sack of feed like the raccoons do, or stink up the farm like skunks do, he doesn’t seem to run in a pack like the coyotes, he just well, delivers the mail!

Off we ran…barking and howling and baying….HERE COMES THE MAILMAN! HERE COMES THE MAIL! HERE COME THE DOG COOKIES!

And there he was…handing a package to Dad, along with two dog cookies!

Now this is what I call a really nice day!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —How It Really Is

Posted on August 26, 2011 by Dayphoto

Boom, Mom and I were out in the corn field picking corn; it was starting to get really hot. I was hot, but I wasn’t about to leave Mom. So I just sat waiting in the shade of the four-wheeler. Boomer was off sniffing smells. That kid can get lost sniffing smells. Sometimes I follow him around, but mostly I like to sit in the shade while Mom gets her load of corn.

After we get all the corn we are going to get Mom loads me up on the four-wheeler and off we go. Boomer runs along beside, behind, or way out front. Today he was way out front. Way out there, running so fast I lost sight of him.

When we got to the start of the yard we could see and hear Boomer baying and spinning in circles like there was something neat in the yard…there was…Shannon had come (also the boys and Houston). Not only were they there, but Shannon had unloaded the whole kit and caboodle. They were sitting on the lawn talking to Dad.

Mom and I jumped off the four-wheeler and headed over to the party, Boomer, of course, was already there.

“Hi, Houston, gosh it’s good to see you!” It’s really nice you get to get out and be on the lawn. Heck, gosh! It’s really just well….nice!”

I pushed Boomer out of the way…excuse me Boom I’ll handle this.

I looked up into her face and my heart began to pound…My goodness that woman was beautiful!

“Houston, may I welcome you to the farm! Before you got here the day was long and hot, now that you are here I can see the sun is shining just for you.”

“Well, aren’t you nice?” She smiled at me. “Thank you.”

I heard a growl.

“Was that you, Hou-Bug?”

“Why, no Fuzzy, it must have been one of the boys.”

The boys…I forgot all about the boys!

There they were hanging out with Shannon, on leashes so they wouldn’t go mark anything. Also, so Dad would feel more comfortable. Makes me feel more at ease also, Boomer also agrees.

“Oh, Hi, Boys.”

They just looked at me. I felt as significant as a bug of some sort.

So I tried to get right in their faces to make them look at me…Shannon just grabbed my collar and pulled me over to her. That was okay…I really like getting pets from Shannon. Heck she does Doggie Massages so her pets are reallllllllllllllllllllllly wonderful!

Boomer was very alarmed, kept baying the RED ALERT until Dad said…. “That’s enough, Boom! Stop it Now!” He stopped and went over to Mom and hovered by her chair. Then he got up an moseyed around sniffing the ground. His attention span is really short.

I was so busy watching Boomer that I forgot that the love of my life was not far from me…maybe just about three feet.

“Hello, Fuzzy.” Houston said in that soft honey voice of hers. “Boomer’s real cute, isn’t he?”

HUH?

I looked at her for a long time and then I looked over at Boomer. Boomer was ignoring all of us, sniffing for some sort of news or something.

Cute? I couldn’t believe she said such a thing.

I thought I had better let her know how I felt so I told her that I thought she was the most beautiful dog in the whole world.

“Oh my,…” she exclaimed with very wide eyes.

“What is it, My Dear? Is something bothering you?’

Well….I’m sorry you sweet little dog, but my heart belongs to Rocky.”

I was stunned. I felt like I had been hit on the head with a rock, well I guess in a way I had.”

I got up to leave, but Shannon reached over and started petting me.

Sigh

Oh, well. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. When I really look at it, I think I have the best of life, Mom, Dad, Boomer, a couple of cats, but they don’t count. And, once in a while, Shannon comes over and pets me and gives me doggie massages. When you get right down to it, I don’t think it WAS Houston at all, it was those wonderful Doggie Massages. I just mixed it all together and thought it was Houston. Outside of Bella she is the only female dog in the family pack.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Houston part 2

Posted on August 19, 2011 by Dayphoto

It was a hot summer day. I mean hot. Boomer and I were laying around in any spot of shade we could find, I have two places I claim as my own, Boomer is not allowed near them, the first one is under Dad’s pick-up and the second one is under the lilac bush next to the tile house.

I catch Boomer trying to lay in one of the spots every once in a while, but I never let him even get turned around twice when I give him the evil eye and a deep throated growl:

“Get your own place, Mutt! This is my spot!”

So anyway on with the story, I was really hot so I was sleeping under the lilac bush, which was where I wanted to be. I crawled under the bottom leaves and scratched out my soft hole a little more. I have a pretty nice hole under there already but it never hurts to fluff up the dirt a bit. Sometimes rocks and sticks get in the hole, have you ever slept on a rock or a sharp stick? Pretty much hurts, that’s for certain and sure!

The heat was making it really hard to move around much so I gave a couple of scratches and pats turned around a couple of times and dozed off:

I was zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz dreaming of zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, hum, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, the most beautiful dog in the whole world…Houston. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz That woman is hard to get off my mind. Zzzzzzzzzzz

Suddenly my right ear picked up a sound. I was still sleeping mind you, but my ears really never sleep, they are real good at picking up all types of sounds all the time. That’s why I’m such a good watch dog. I can pick up sounds other people can’t, when I do I jump up and run really fast barking all the while to scare off whatever it is that is coming onto our property.

Sometimes I do such a good job of scaring off whatever is coming that I have to bark at the birds in order to not waste a good run and bark.

Boomer says I don’t hear real well, but I hear just as well as I have always heard, maybe better!

So there I was, the heat bearing down on the earth, me under the shade of the cool, green, leafy lilac tree having a nice dream when

BARK! BARK! BARK!

WOOF!

It sounded like a cacophony of I don’t know what….attack by wolves?!?!

I woke with a start….Boomer was already down at the canal baying at that huge sound coming our way… I had been distracted by my dream or I would have met him there.

“Red Alert” he was baying, “RED ALERT!”

I took off barking and running as fast as my legs could get me there.

“Where ya been, Fuzzy?” Boomer asked in-between barks.

“Resting” I replied, “It’s hot, I was tired.”

“You’re about to miss Houston.”

Houston? Where is Houston? Bark, bark, BARK!

“Coming down the road, can’t you hear them?”

“I can hear just fine. It’s that loud noisy truck coming that makes it hard to hear.”

“Well, Houston’s in that truck!”

“She is?”

“You would know that if your eyes worked better!”

“My eyes work just fine. You can’t expect eyes and ears to work extra fine when they’ve been sleeping in this heat!” I growled at Boomer

“Oh, here they are, they are here, Shannon and Houston and the boys.”

I looked over at Boomer he was twirling around in happy circles stopping every once in a while to give a short happy little bay.

I took the lead and went streaking to the driver’s door as Shannon pulled to a stop. I wagged my stubby little tail and gave her a Helllllllllllllooo bark as she got out of the truck.

Then I looked up and looked straight into the eyes of ♥

Houston❤ ♪ ♫

Oh! Be still my ❥!

Of course the other dogs were there too and so was Boomer.

Boomer was bouncing around baying and barking

“Hi, everyone Glad you came Do you get to get out Why ya here. Hi, Houston is it hot enough!

Have you gone for a swim?”

Just then Balou and Rock growled and barked madly because Mom was coming with dog cookies.

Foam was coming off their mouths and Mom reached right up there and gave them all a pat on the head and a huge homemade dog cookie!

Boomer and I barked a loud warning, swirling around Mom’s feet trying to tell her to BE CAREFUL!

She just laughed at us and gave us a cookie also.

Then Shannon got out and loaded a hay bale into her truck. No one got out but Shannon. I was hoping Hou-bug would jump out, just to say HI, but she didn’t.

Then Shannon petted all of us…Boomer and I, gave Mom a hug, got in her truck and drove off.

Boomer and I sat at the end of the lane and watched them go.

“She is really a nice looking dog” Boomer remarked. “Don’t you agree?”

I just looked at him. Silly moon-struck dog!

I headed back to my shady lilac bush. This was just way to much excitement for the day.

Fuzzy.

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Houston

Posted on August 12, 2011 by Dayphoto

Ah, the Lovely Miss Houston!

Houston lives two miles from us….two whole miles. She is a beautiful yellow dog; some sort of cur, I’m not sure what kind. Her Mom knows what kind, but I never can remember. Oh, yes. Mountain Cur, she has papers and everything.

And it doesn’t matter.

Boomer and I love Hou-Bug!

Hou-Bug lives with two Rottweilers – Balou and Rock. Big dogs! Huge dogs! Big! Huge! My Mom says they are sweet and pets all over them and give them back rubs. Boomer and I are rather terrified of them and bark lots at them! We give them the best of our barks. Loud and long! I try to put a grrr in my bark and Boomer tries to make his bay deeper. We bark until Mom says “That enough now!” Then we stop and try to get right on top of Mom and in the way of her petting those B.I.G. dogs.

Dad makes Shannon keep all her dogs in the back of her truck…they pee on everything you know. Of course wherever they pee Boom and I have to pee over it because, well, it is OUR place! Houston gets to get out….sometimes. Not very often, only once in a while.

Boomer and I love Shannon. She is a dog person, well she is a cat person also, but we won’t go down that road. Dog person is enough. Cats we just let live here, life is really about dogs. But I digress.

I’ve been thinking of Houston…Houston of the soft yellow fur, lovely brown eyes. Sigh!

Of course when I think of Houston I have to think of Rock and Balou. They all seem to go together. “The Boys” I guess are likeable…they have no real glaring flaws, act just like well, dogs.

They also bark a lot. I mean a lot…they bark the whole time they are riding down the road… “Hey World!!! We are free! Riding like the Wind!” Bark! BARK! Woof! Bark!

I hate to admit it but Hou-Bug barks right along with them.

And Puff (Hank). He never barks in our truck or in his own, but if he is with Shannon all he does is bark, bark, bark, just like her dogs!

Now Boom and I we never bark going down the highway, refined dogs just don’t do that. We sniff the air a lot and trade sides so not to miss anything, beside Dad would make us stay at home if we barked the whole time.

I decided years and years and years ago I would not bark out-of-place so I won’t miss anything. Boomer said every time he barked he had to go into the garage. Where he used to live No ONE, not a single person there liked a barking dog. Sometimes some of the people would talk about de-barking any dogs that lived where he used to live.

Shudder.

Shudder!!!!

Hank likes to hang out with Shannon and her mob of dogs. He even goes to play with them in the river.

If Shannon even acts like she is even THINKING about asking Boomer and I to go we slink away and hide in our dog houses…we are NOT getting in the back of the truck with all of those loud dogs.

No sireee.

Fuzzy

Governor Steve McNichols

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Porcupines

Posted on July 29, 2011 by Dayphoto

Last fall I came to live here with Fuzzy and Mom and Dad. (There are cats and cows also, but Fuzzy, Mom, and Dad are important to me, the others I don’t really care about.)

It is a long story about how I got here and why, but I think I’ll just let you hear about coming to live HERE.

I picked this place!

No, really I did!

See in my former life I had never seen a live trap before, so when I found myself on the loose I just kept following my nose. I followed so many smells, some good, some not so good. I threaded my way through the creek bottom and up the draw and just kept on keeping on when my tummy started to grumble and growl. I thought about going back to where I started on this adventure, but I had traveled so far I sort of got lost, and it rained. My nose doesn’t work very well when it rains. All I can smell is mud and fresh air when it rains.

Well, there I was way out there in land full of sagebrush, Chico brush, lots of weeds and not a dog dish in site. I kept on keeping on; sometimes being run off by people in strange houses until I started coming up on what I now know is farm ground.

That night I saw a dog crate with a tin of cat food in it, since my back bone and my tummy button had now met, I decided to risk my chances that whomever or whatever dog lived there wouldn’t come back before I got the cat food eaten. I zipped into the dog crate just like a blazing arrow and gobbled up that teeny tiny little can of cat food in one slurp!

I even lick the can clean.

But was such a tiny little can it didn’t even begin to fill up the hollow spot where my stomach used to be.

After a while I realized that if I were going to find any more food I had best be going.

Only I couldn’t go.

I couldn’t turn around or even back out. Somehow the dog crate door had shut. And it shut with me inside.

Time went on, it got dark, I went to sleep, suddenly the sun was coming up and Dad was there looking at me in the crate.

“You’re not a raccoon,” he said. “Just where did you come from, little dog?”

He picked up the crate and put me and the crate on the back of the four-wheeler and took me home, oops back to their house.

Mom did some phoning around and came and talked to Dad about some people down by the river who want a beagle.

So Dad loaded me up in the pick-up (still in the crate) and drove off.

Five miles later Dad stopped the truck opened the live trap—I was in a live trap!

The new people said they were really happy to have me; I wagged my tail several times and put on a most sincere face.

Then Dad got in the truck and drove off.

These new people got a rope and put it around my neck and led me over to a shed with a dog dish and a huge bowl of water. Gave me a couple of pats on the head and went back into their house.

I ate some of the food, drank some water and fell asleep in the sun.

I was really very tired.

Later on the sun went behind the shed, that woke me up. I sat up and looked toward the house but it looked like everyone was gone. I sat there a long time. A really long time, then decided that I didn’t want to live here.

I know there was food and water, but I wanted to live with Mom and Dad.

It took some more time to get the rope off my neck but I did it. I chewed and chewed and chewed until I was free.

I had smelled the air very carefully as Dad took me to this new house so I had a very good idea of which way to go and how far it was to get back.

It took me three days to get home. But I made it. I got home around noon that day, the third day, and just plain crashed in Fuzzy’s dog house. Fuzzy was sleeping under the lilac bush; he didn’t mind.

Boy, did I give Dad a start when he saw me in Fuzzy’s dog house! He didn’t call me or anything just peered and looked real hard, then he called Mom to come see what was in the dog house.

Once Mom saw me I knew I was going to get to stay.

She said any dog that would cross a bridge over a river, walk five miles to make it back here must want to live with us.

So here I am.

Oh, yes.

I had lots of porcupine quills, which Mom had to remove first before she went to town to get me my own dog house and dog bed.

Porcupines are pretty amazing animals. I had never smelled one so I thought I would get closer and see just what animal smelled like that. I crouched down and crept forward, every muscle in my body taut and ready for action. Suddenly the porcupine turned just as I sprang through the air, and he let go of a jillion little arrows/quills that stabbed me every which way.

I tried to change course.

It didn’t work, I don’t change course in mid-air very well.

I landed right beside him.

Bam, the tail got me! Those quills slapped me right across the nose. Sure did hurt too, brought tears to my eyes. I hollered, which scared off the porcupine. I tore off burning up about three miles trying to get the heck out of there.

Mom took one look at the mess of my nose, one side of my face and part of my long, soft floppy ear, turned right around and headed back into the house.

I whined and waged my tail, sideling up to Dad so he could see the fine mess I was in.

I waited patiently. My nose had stopped pounding about two hours ago but it was now swelling. Mom came back with pliers and a pair of scissors. She told Dad to hold onto me while she cut off the little end of the quills, letting the air out so the barb would let go. Then she started pulling.

Oh! My! It hurt!!!

Felt like she was pulling off my whole nose! My ear didn’t hurt near as much as my nose!

I took it without a whimper —I wanted them to see I was a strong dog.

Well, I guess I did whimper a little bit. And I made a wet spot.

I didn’t mean to do it, but it hurt so bad something just had to go, so I did.

Did I get in trouble?

Na! They were all glad the quills were out and I was glad I had a home.