The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Boomer, My Bestest Friend

Posted on March 7, 2014 by Dayphoto

Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world! (Well, outside of Mom, that is). I really don’t like other dogs, never have, never will! But when Boomer slipped into my doghouse one night I knew he and I would be friends for ever more!

Now that you know that I adore Boomer we take naps together, we bark the mailman down the lane together,

we ride on the four-wheeler with MOM, chase the squirrels and bark at the birds.

We do lots of stuff together.

We make sure the fox stay away,

or at least does a fast run through our place.

We do NOT bother the porcupines, the badgers (Boomer was chased by one once) or the coyotes.

We both have decided the Mom and Dad are on their own when it comes to the skunks, that is just all there is too it. A dog who gets sprayed by a skunks gets BATHS…lots and lots and lots of baths! (Hank-the grandkids dog, doesn’t care he will take on a skunk anytime. And he still goes after any all porcupines.) PHEW!

HOWEVER!!!! I draw the line as some stuff…like eating milk duds (`!) I just can’t do it. I just can’t.

The other thing I don’t get is Boomer is a beagle…purebred the Vet says. Beagles are bred for hunting…RABBITS! (I’m a cow dog…always have been, always will be!)

Colorado has a Beagle Rescue if you are interested.

You know what? Boomer NEVER chases our rabbits….ever! I use to…they hop really fast so it’s fun to follow them into their hiding places. But I never hurt them; the only things I hurt are mice and snakes….anytime…anyplace…anywhere! Bite, snap, done! There ya go…no more mouse or snake! Of course, Boomer doesn’t understand why I like to feel that crunch and snap in my mouth. (I can’t swallow what he likes to slurp down…)

Boomer doesn’t even give chase to the rabbits ever…just keeps on sniffing around on the ground, he even sniffed right by one of the rabbits. How strange is that?

Well, anyway…in the scheme of things … I really don’t care. You see Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world. If he doesn’t want to chase a bunny…you know what? He doesn’t have too.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—I Do Not Understand You, Boomer!

Posted on February 28, 2014 by Dayphoto

Well, just for today …THIS IS THE LAST DAY OF FEBRUARY!!! Mom and I are doing the happy dance here there and everywhere!

The Day is 11 hours and 16 minutes long! On Sunday, March 9th, we will switch to Daylight Savings Time and the day will grow LONGER!

YIPPEE! Mom, myself, and the Little Buff Hen like Daylight Savings Time the Best. Why? Because we get up with the sun anyway!

Yesterday was a huge busy day…first rattle-out-of-the-box we all headed over to the equipment hill to load up ‘stuff’ for the consignment sale this coming weekend.

Mom drove the truck and trailer over with Boom and I in the back of the truck. Dad brought over the tractor with the loader.

It was cold outside, sharp wind, spots of frozen ice, lot of cool smells.

While Mom and Dad worked on getting the ‘stuff’ hooked up and loaded onto the trailer, then shuffling around some of the other ‘stuff’ Boomer and I checked out everything going on around there.

Hummmmmmmmm the skunks are out-and-about. I think….snuff, sniff, snuff…yep, mating season. Oh! The badgers are waking up and doing some house cleaning….

Hey, Boom, don’t head over here… the badgers are out and about…you know how cranky they can get.

‘Snuff, snuff,ummm, yumm, swallow.’ Okay, Fuzzy. I’ll just stay up here where the cows and calves stay…smack, slurp.

Oh…hummm….yes! Oh, look a patch of Cheat Grass…the cows are going to love that.

The deer have come back…here is a great deer wallow. Oh, my…I think I’ll just head on back to Mom…COYOTE poop…not, good…not good at all. At my advanced age they would find me perfect for breakfast.

Boomer?

Slurp, slobber…(mouth-full) Yes, Fuzzy?

Let’s go back to Mom, it doesn’t seem, like, um, we had better hang out here much longer…I found evidence of coyotes!

COYOTES!!! Yikes!

Let’s go back to MOM! Beat you there!!!!!

WHEW! I’m glad we are back!

Looks like Mom and Dad are all loaded and ready to go.

This time Dad has the truck and Mom the tractor. You go ahead and ride Fuzzy, I want to run back to the house and check out the fields as I go.

Check out the fields for what, Boomer?

MILK DUDS, Fuzz! MILK DUDS!

Boomer, you really are something, you know it?

Yeah, Fuzzy. I keep the coyotes from getting close to the house!

Ackk! I guess so Boomer! Gag!

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—‘tis the Season of Great Snacks!

Posted on February 21, 2014 by Dayphoto

This is the bestest time of the whole year! I love every minute of this time. I didn’t used, ‘cause, well, you see, I would randomly get chased by a mean ‘ol Momma cow. I try to not let that happen anymore. I stay real close to Mom when we go out to check calves. The rest of the time I wait until the cows are NOT by the house!

THEN I HEAD OUT TO THE FIELD!

I have to be quick!

If Mom, Fuzzy and I are out for a walk I have to be even quicker; if Mom sees me she almost yells at me.

Something like “BOOMER! YOU DROP THAT RIGHT NOW!” or “BOOMER! That’s gross, put that down NOW!”

So you know what I do…I chew it up real fast so Mom can’t have it!!! NO SIREEE!

Chuckle, snort, giggle, laugh out loud!

Once Mom even reached right into my mouth to try to get it, but I swallowed real fast like.

You see this is the season of BEEF JERKY and Milk DUDS! YUMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I even saw the Fox helping himself to the delicious tidbits of yum.

If I eat too many Mom won’t let me inside, cause, well, sometimes my tummy gets too full and well, it comes right back up!

That really does get me in trouble. Then I have to sleep outside in the dog house.

You know what I don’t understand….Fuzzy doesn’t like to eat any of that stuff, I mean nothing. Just turns his nose up and sits there and watches me chow down. He says I’m making a fool of myself.

Oh, well!

Mom has figured out that if I get a real soup bone from DOWN TOWN then I won’t head out to the field.

Guess what!? Either way I win!! (Unless I have to sleep outside…then that isn’t so good. But, what the hay…it’s worth it!)

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — In-Between

Posted on February 14, 2014 by Dayphoto

Hey, Boom, just look at that sky! Mom loves the sky, and is always looking at it. I think because she says: “Wow, boys! Just look at that sky! It’s beautiful!” I’ve started paying attention to the sky.

I like it too Fuzzy. But It’s sort of well, getting dark.

That’s not dark, Boomer. That’s the in-between sky.

The in-between sky?

Yes, that the special time of the day when the sky is not bright nor is it dark. It’s in-between.

It’s like life…you have times when you are in-between.

I KNOW!! I KNOW!!! When I hurt my knee…I was in-between being able to run and in-between not running at all.

YES! Boomer that’s it!

So let’s play a game…the in-between game. You tell of an in-between time and then I will tell of an in-between time.

Good! Okay, Fuzzy here I go…Dad goes out and gets on the four-wheeler, we run out right behind him, but he takes off. We just stand there wanting to go but we can’t. That’s in-between!

Yep! Then Mom comes out, we run to her, she says, ‘Come on boys, let’s go’ and she puts us on the four-wheeler with her.

AND SHE GIVES US BOTH BIG HUGS! Then off we go!

RIGHT!!

Okay, I have one, Boom….Dad and Mom come out and get in the pickup and start to back out of the carport.

BUT THEY STOP!!!

And Mom opens the door and says: “Come on boys, let’s go!” and she puts us in the pick-up. WITH BIG HUGS FOR BOTH OF US!!

Okay, here’s another one, Fuzzy. Mom is upstairs working in her office. We are outside on the lawn. We can look in the window and see Mom but she doesn’t see us.

Then Dad comes walking up to the backdoor to go in and says—Come on in boys! So we run in as fast as we can go. Then we stop. Dad says—Go on upstairs and gives us pats on the head. We RUN upstairs as fast as we can go so we can sleep by Mom while she is working on the computer!

This is fun! Here’s one for you Fuzzy…Mom takes us to the Groomer!

OH! WHY DID YOU BRING THAT UP…shudder, shake, shiver, pant, pant, tremble.

But she comes back, Fuzzy and gives us all sorts of love and hugs and so does Dad. They tell us how nice we smell and how soft we feel!

True, Boomer…but I hate that in-between.

It’s still an in-between, Fuzzy!

Well…let’s move on to another in-between—like when all the dog cousins come for a dog walk, you go with Mom and Shannon and all the dogs and I wait at the gain bins.

Yep, then when we get back Shannon lets us walk into the back of the truck on the dog ramp with all our dog cousins!

YES!!!

And sometimes they just show up and Mom grabs us and puts us in the back of the truck with all the dog cousins and we get to go for a RIDE!! It’s a barking great time!

How about when it’s cold outside and we want to be inside but no one is home. Or they are home and the house is full of company. Yeah, that’s when we have to stay in our snuggly warm dog houses. But staying in the dog house isn’t the in-between …it’s the waiting to get inside to bake by the fireplace.

Yes, and when we finally get to get inside we get LOTS of hugs and pettings!

How about when Mom wakes us up in the dark of the night and says: “Come on, boys! Let’s go for a walk”.

Out the door we go.

The walk is the in-between, because when we get back inside…

We get a dog treat, covered up with our blankets and good-night pets and lots of love.

Oh, I finally get it Fuzzy…in-between is that time just before you get LOVE!

That’s right, Boomer!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day to you Fuzzy!

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you, Dear Readers!

Happy Day of Love!

Fuzzy and Boomer on a Western Colorado Farm

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Snow

Posted on February 7, 2014 by Dayphoto

Boy, do I love the snow!!! I sometimes just go outside and SIT in the snow. Sometimes I LAY in the snow…and sometimes I like to hunt in the snow.

Here Boom and I are looking for mice. Mice love to tunnel under the snow and creep close to our dog houses! They think they can nab dog food, but Mom keeps the dog food in the house on the back porch next to our water bowls. She says that keeps the critters out of the food and the ice off the water.

The cows have been munching and munching all day and all night and they are still at it. That is a sure sign even more snow is coming our way.

You see cows know…they know if there is too much of a storm they won’t get to eat, they will just stay hunkered down in the hollows and under the brush waiting for the storm to mosey on out of here. While they are waiting they will peacefully be chewing their cuds.

Until then they eat and eat and eat.

No babies yet…last year the first one popped out on Valentine’s Day. Maybe that will happen again this year…we will just wait and see.

Until then Boomer and I have lots of mice to try and catch (before the snow comes) and we go inside to help Mom and Dad out.

See ya Next Week,

Fuzzy

Over here, Boomer, I smell two of them!

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — It’s Mine

Posted on January 31, 2014 by Dayphoto

It snowed last night. Little tiny drops of snow that pelted your hide as you walked to and fro behind Mom while she worked.

Mom had to put up Tommy and the hens they were stupidly staying outside getting pelted on…and wet…and wetter. Fuzzy and I tried to help.

Ummm Fuzzy tried to help, me not so much. Well, yes I did— I see my job as staying right behind Mom wherever she is. Fuzzy tries to help herd the poultry to the poultry house, but he can’t sometimes see where they are going so he just stands there in crouch mood.

Oh, well, works for me. It must work for Mom because she doesn’t get upset at Fuzzy. I guess that means we are a good working team—Mom, Fuzzy and ME! J

Today is the last day of January 2014. The 31^st day! Even if it’s snowing outside and the day is all one color—- a grayish whitish color it is still 10 hours and 12 minutes long!! The first day of January the day was only 9 hours and 30 minutes long…THINGS ARE IMPROVING!!!

Now what I wanted to tell you about is this: Mom brought us some bones from the grocery store when she went to town yesterday morning. Yummy bones with some meat and sweet rich fat on them!

Fuzzy and I chomped down as fast as we could so nothing or no one else could get ‘OUR BONES”!

We were about done eating when Mom came out and asked us to go for a walk with her to check on the cows…I still had a little bit left to go so I took it with me.

Fuzzy left his back in his dog house.

Not me. No sireee. I’ve had Shannon turn up with all the dog cousins, or Hank walk over, or even Fuzzy sneak around and GET MY BONE!

So I took it with me!

Slurp, slobber, drool.

But, while Mom was getting the gate, I, well, decided a really long walk with a super nice bone wouldn’t be a good idea. I might lay it down somewhere then forget where I put it and some coyote, wild dog, or that fox will get my bone.

Looking quickly here and there I figured out Just What To DO!!!!!

BURY IT!!!

It’s Mine!!

Good. Now I can go get it whenever I get to wanting something to chew on!

Wiping my paws together; snorting and sneezing the dirt out of my nose I trotted off with Mom and Fuzzy to see if there are any babies in the field.

Boomer

P.S. No babies yet, maybe today. The weather is bad enough Mom says there is bound to be a couple new little ones out there.

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Through the House’s Yard

Posted on January 24, 2014 by Dayphoto

Just before first light, that sky that has almost has a feeling of light coming. You know the sky, it’s still black and very dark, but your body knows the light is supposed to start showing up…well; I was sleeping away, just dead-to-the-world, really asleep when Fuzzy jumped up and headed outside.

He jumped up so fast it woke me up!

Before I could get fully awake Monkey the Cat and Sammy the Cat ran past me growling, eyes big, heading toward the couch where they perched up on top, looking out the window, still growing.

I KNEW I was missing out; I jumped up and shot out the back door,

HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLL

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF

Yip,yip bark, bark….

Fuzzy and I were OFF!

Mom wasn’t far behind me; I struck my baying pose and pointed toward the picket fence…

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

Then I looked at Mom, she was flying out the door, pulling on her work jacket just as fast as running in flip-flops would let her…………….BARKKKKKKKKKKKKKK, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW

Mom didn’t run after Fuzzy and I (we were heading out into the old corn field by the house as fast as our legs could go). No, Mom was heading toward the poultry house!

Well….too late.

Fuzzy and I trotted back to Mom…she was standing at the window talking to Tom who was standing IN the window, on top of the nesting boxes, letting out shrill gobbles and flapping his wings onto the glass.

Whew! We were all hard at work!

Mom reached down and gave Fuzzy and I lots of pets, told us we were very good guard dogs, opened the door and gave a very agitated Tommy some pets, told him he did a great job protecting the poultry house, then we all went back inside.

Before we went in I followed the trail all over the yard…something wild this way ran…I tried to tell Mom. Mom does pretty well about understanding, but she really didn’t know what ran through the yard.

Only we animals really know, and we don’t have real words to tell Mom.

Back inside I heard Mom tell Dad everyone is okay, she isn’t sure what went through, but whatever it was it was very exciting. It also had everyone very upset.

“Well, could have been a fox or a couple of coyotes” replied Dad. “We’ll have to be on the look out to make sure they don’t come back.”

We will be on the same look-out, Fuzzy and I said. We are the GUARD DOGS!!!

(The photos are of a known fox (or foxes) that travel through. No photo of whatever it was this time as it was actually in the yard of the house and by the back porch and car port.)

Boomer, a Good Dog

Oh, yes,

And

Fuzzy and good Dog

Oh………..yes………….and the two cats and Tom. Shish

I didn’t forget…I put them in.

Boom

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — BOOMER!!!

Posted on January 17, 2014 by Dayphoto

Hey, Fuzz…don’t ya just love this moonlight? Makes me want to sit up and HOWL!!

Don’t do it Boom, we are in the house.

I know but it’s filling our bed spots with so much light I can hardly sleep. Makes me want to let loose and join it with the coyotes!!

Aaaaaa, Boom! We are right next to Mom do you want….

UM no…I won’t. But it sure makes me happy!

I know Boom, it does. Now go to sleep.

Okay, Fuzzy, I’ll try!

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HEY FUZZY! WAKE UP!! IT IS MORNING!!!!

Hmmmmmmmmmm, ufff, snort! Oh, yeah it is!

Morning, Boomer!

Morning Fuzzy! Mom has breakfast ready; come on the day is wasting!

Sigh

Stretch

Sigh

Okay, Boom.

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Hey, Tommy! What ya doing?

Looking for small springs of green stuff to eat. How ‘bout you?

Oh, just hang’n around smelling everything that moved through the yard and the corrals last night.

You and Mom and Fuzzy went by the poultry house. Mom stopped and checked on all of us.

Yep, Fuzzy was with Mom, but I had already moved over to the cattle trailer and the car hauler.

Oh…that’s why I didn’t see you.

Right!

Oh! Hi, Sam! What’cha doing?

Hi, Tom, just checking out what you and the birds are up too. Where is Fuzzy?

Over by the trash cans…he said he wanted to see if any mice were up and about.

Where’s Mom?

She’s cleaning around the corrals while Dad goes down to Hank’s and his kids’ house to work on their yard light.

Oh!

Hey, Tom!

YES……………drummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, fluff.

Want to walk out to the grain bins and check out the weeds there? Just might be something, even if it’s just cheat grass.

TOMMMY LOOOOOOOOOOOK OUT!!!

WHEW! Dad just drove into the yard. You can’t walk sideways Tommy on the road; you are too slow when you walk that way.

Well, I just wanted Dad to see how pretty I am. I really like Dad the best, you know. I try to follow him everywhere and help him in all the sheds…I knew he was coming down the road…pout, pout.

“Tommy! You scared me! You can’t walk sideways on the road. You are just too slow.” said Dad as he came over to give Tommy a pat or two.

Well, I guess everything is alright. I’m alright, Fuzzy is alright, you are all right Sam, the hens are okay.

WHERE IS BOOMER?!!

BOOMER ARE YOU OKAY?

Yeah, I’m just leaving a mark for Hank.

WHIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

“BOOMER!!!!!!! YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW”!!!! yelled Dad.

Slink off…mutter, mutter…geez I just wanted Hank to know this was my pick-up.

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Here and There and Everywhere

Posted on January 10, 2014 by Dayphoto

The canal in the spring, summer, and fall is just way too full of fast water for any of us to enjoy!

BUT COME WINTER……………..

YIPPEEE!

What snow we have melts and forms really nice ice slicks that we get to play on.

The grandkids walk all the way over (From Their House to Our House) in the canal!

They even bring their little friends. Once here my Mom gives them snacks enough they can have a ‘picnic’ down at the bridge or along the canal someplace flat. Fuzzy and I go with them. Hank is along so we have lots of things we can do while the kids are slipping and sliding and singing along.

(We always figure out how to get part of the picnic food, so the trip is really yummy).

Even Sam-the cat goes with us!

On the way back Fuzzy and I spend extra time checking out the news along the banks…hummm here is a muskrat hole—better let Dad know—tons of mice have scampered here and there and everywhere—oh! The neighbor down the road, who leaves their dog out in all sorts of weather, has a cat…yep…the cat was up here searching for mice…lots and lots of news, you see.

Last night I—me, sweet little Boomer-Boo—got myself in pickle!

See a new fox came up the canal…I could smell him here and there and everywhere; while Mom and Fuzzy walked I followed the fox. I went a long ways, yes I heard Mom hollering for me…but HOW COULD I LEAVE THIS EXCITING SMELL?!?!

So I went down the canal and then trotted down the road, (Mom called several more times) then I trotted back up the road, when I figured out that the fox had just passed back down the canal. I spent lots of time out there.

I’m sure he was interested in finding Tom…but Tom is locked up in a warm poultry house so the fox’s trip was useless.

When I got back to the house, the outside lights were off, the house lights were out and Fuzzy was inside sound asleep.

Sigh!

I jumped up on the door and peered inside…nope, nobody up.

I had to go sleep in the snug-a-bug-doghouse.

I had to sleep out there from one in the morning until Mom got up at five. She didn’t say anything except: “Boomer! Would you like to come in”?

I was awake in a flash…and in the house before Fuzzy even opened his eyes.

The trip around the canal and down the road was exciting, but sleeping in the snug-as-a-bug doghouse just okay.

When I got inside, Fuzzy asked me if I was ever going to figure out how to not stretch things out too far.

I really, really don’t know.
Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — A Turkey Walk

Posted on January 3, 2014 by Dayphoto

Fuzzy?

Hum, yes!

Did you get a look at the book Mom is reading?

Ah, clear throat, hum, no…No I have a hard time seeing anymore.

Well, it’s called — The Great Turkey Walk http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1154350.The_Great_Turkey_Walk

It’s about herding turkeys from Missouri to Denver, Colorado, in the year 1860. That seems like a really long walk to me, Fuzzy.

It does to me also, Boomer. I can’t imagine walking so many miles with a bunch of turkeys. Geez, just walking with Tommy is hard enough!

He never walks straight on…always sideways. First one side then the other side—- takes FOREVER for him to get anywhere. He spends all his time fanning his tail feather here and there and everywhere.

Yeah, Fuzzy, then he hangs out with you until we all come back.

True! But we do have some interesting times together. For instance, just yesterday, while you were out sniffing around in the corn field, Tommy and I had a conversation with Sharpie.

Sharpie…the little hawk that hangs around the wood pile?

Yes, that Sharpie!

He was very interested in a couple of mice that had fled under the trash can when I came upon him. Since I like to chase mice (and snap them in two, mind you) I decided to hang out with him for a spell.

We were being very quiet both of us watching the hole where the two mice ran under the trash barrel when Tommy came gobbling up. Tommy is NEVER silent, you know that don’t you, Boomer! He always has something to say.

Up he came jabbering and hollering to me that he wanted us to go do something, anything, because he was tired of hanging out with the hens. Dad was too busy in the tractor shed and he couldn’t find you so he decided that I would have to do.

I kept trying to hush him up…I put my paw down several times in the hush manner, I turned my back to him…I tried to whisper really loudly to SHUT UP! But he kept on gobbling and drumming and walking sideways, just being outlandish!

Sharpie flew off the fence rail up to a branch in the weeping willow tree; just sitting there in disgust. We both knew the mice were NOT coming out with all that noise going on.

Onward and onward came Tommy yelling loudly for me to come do something with him…Please, could we go down the lane a bit, or how about over to the corrals, or maybe out by the grain bins…Sharpie got so disgusted he dive-bombed Tom!

SQUWACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

Have you ever seen a turkey poke his neck clear into his chest!

YEP! That is exactly what happened! Tom looked so shocked that Sharpie would dive-bomb him that he buried his head and neck right into his body — flung his wings way up in the air and tried to cover his rather bald head!

He looked so funny I LAUGHED OUT LOUD!!!!

I didn’t know where Sharpie went; he wasn’t there when I stopped laughing. But you know what, Tommy didn’t even get upset. He was such a good sport I told him we would go off to corrals to see what was out there!

While we were walking out to the corrals Tommy told me that he would really, REALLY, he means REALLY like to live inside with us. He said Mom could hang a rack up next to our beds and he could sleep and poop right there by us.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, hummmmmmm, Well, I told Tom, I really don’t think you would like to be inside…it’s ummm hot and there are cats and the girls in the poultry house would miss you.

OH! Yes the girls! He said he had forgotten all about the girls…he guessed he had better stay out there and watch over them.

Ahimmmmmmm, I cleared my throat. Maybe that would be best, Tom!

OH! Bark, bark, WOOF

HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Shannon’s here and our Dog Cousins! COME ON BOOMER!!! COME ON TOMMY!! DOG COUSINS!!!

Gobble, gobble, gobble….MY REAL FAMILY IS HERE!

“Come on, Tommy!” Shannon and Mom hollered, “Let’s go for a walk!”

Come on Tom…you can walk with us as far as Fuzzy goes, growled Choco the Rottweiler.

Okay…just to the gain bin field. I’ll hang out with Fuzz for a bit, and then I really must get back to the girls!

Drummmmmmmm, thummmmmmmmmmmmmm, gobble

That works for us Tommy…let’s all go!

“You know something, Fuzzy?”

No what, Tom!

“I really don’t mind staying over here for a while. My Mom says I’ll be back over at my real house come this spring. Until then hang’n with you and Boom is a really good thing.”

Oh, Hi Boom, you back?

Yeah, my knee doesn’t let me go far. Mom and I just walked to the new alfalfa field and came on back.

Yummmmmmmmmm, num, num chew, slurp…..

“BOOMER!!! BOOMER!!! Stop eating the Turkey poop!!” Mom hollered.

Geez, Boom, sometimes you really aren’t very smart.

Fuzzy