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

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — In 2014

Posted on December 27, 2013 by Dayphoto

It’s snowing Fuzzy! Big fat fluffy flakes, the kind that likes to land on your nose and then MELT!

Huh!?!?!? Oh! Gosh! Just a minute son! I can’t get awake really. Humm, I see! Nice snow, no wind! Excellent! Shall we go for a run out to the old tree? My stiff old legs need a stretch and my head needs to clear. Snow like this is just perfect to check out the news beyond the farm yard!

Oh, YES!! LET’S GO FUZZY!!!

AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

BARK, BARK, BARK!!

It’s a joyful time, Fuzzy!

You got that right, Kid! ARFF, ARFF, ARFF!!

Pant, breathe, pant, and wheeze! Let’s slow down for a spell, Boom…maybe Freddy Fox or some of his kin have passed through. You take the combines and I’ll sniff out the ditches…I’m sure we can find some mice and maybe some rabbit tracks. Hummmmm, snuff, snuffle!

Hey, FUZZ!! Come over here! Come smell this and tell me what you think.

Okay, just a minute I think I’ve found a really nice track here of some bunnies.

Hurry, Fuzzy! I keep losing it in all the mouse trails. It’s a really interesting smell. It smells sort of furry like a cat, no; hum bigger, like someone from the fox family.

It’s not Sam and we KNOW it’s not Monkey. Have we got any stray cats around here, Fuzzy?

Oh, good you are here. Start right here…no, no, not there…too many mice trails there, sniff right here.

Hummm, snuff, snuff, sniff, snuffle. Ah, yes! Sniff, sniff….snuffle.

What is it, Fuzzy? What’s the smell?

Hummm….Just a minute, Boomer…let me follow it to the end; then you will see, and smell.

Okay…I’ll just follow along behind so I can smell and learn what you know.

Sniff, sniff, snort, Honk, ack! Dirt in your nose is really sort of nasty, isn’t it Fuzzy?

Giggle and snicker, Ah, Yes it is Boomer! Don’t put your nose CLEAR in the dirt!

I know that Fuzzy, there was this really nice smell, but when I gave a huge sniff…well, I got AHCOO some up my nose!

Hummm, okay…here we go, Boomer, we are going over to the fence post pile…yep, just as I thought…keep following, Boom…we are almost to the old tree…THERE!

That is what I thought… a pile of fur and scraps and bones. Well, really a pile of poop made up of fur and scraps and bones!

THAT’S IT!!! That’s what I’ve been smelling, Fuzzy! Following you I didn’t really smell anything on the ground, but yet I could smell it! HOW COME, Fuzz? What’s going on?

Well, I didn’t smell it on the ground (really) either. See the air was just right that the smell was floating above the ground not really on the ground. So I had to keep following the air.

Oh! That’s why I couldn’t keep track of it. I’m a really good sniffer so I should have known this.

That’s okay, Boom, we all learn new things every day…you just learned about ground air. Ground air and smells that don’t happen on the ground.

Cool, Fuzzy! Okay, let’s look this thing over…paw, paw, scratch…hum…it smells like a bird, sort of.

Yep! You are right! Its Owl poop! That looks like dinner from a night or so ago. Fur, small bones, and some other stuff, like, mmmmm, I’m not sure, ….food anyway!

Oh! So this is from one of the owls we hear every night.

Yep! The owl must have sat here talking to us or someone else and, well, you know.

Yes, I do, Fuzzy. Let’s go find something else!

Okay, but not far…my old legs are feeling a little tired right now. Maybe, we could start back and see if we can find cool smells on the way back…if any of the Foxes have been through here we can mark over the top of their mark so they get confused!

COOL! Let’s do it! You take one side of the road and I’ll take another…we will leave HUGE warnings to everyone…dogs, foxes and those nasty Coyotes!

I’ve got two spots done, Fuzzy!

That’s good, Boom. Don’t hit Dad’s metal pile, REMEMBER! You will get really yelled at!

I won’t…just the weeds by it!

BOOM!!! Your stream missed the weed!!!!

YIKES!!! Let’s run for the house, Fuzzy. Maybe, Dad won’t notice!

Good Idea…BARK! ARF! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!

Hey, Fuzzy…Mom is outside let’s go join her so we can go INSIDE!!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS LETTTSSSSSSSSSSSSS WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Pant, pant, puff, puff!
Hi, Mom! We’re here! We were just checking stuff out making the farm better for all of you!

“Good boys! I saw you on the run. Let’s get the chores done and then you can come on in and toast by the fire!”

Woo Hoo…just what we wanted, Fuzzy! Going inside to sleep by the fire!

Whew! Are you hot Boomer?

No! I feel just fine.

Boy, am I ever hot!

Don’t leave, Fuzzy. You know what we need to do? We need to set our goals for next year!

OH! Yes that’s right!

What are your goals, Boomer!

Let’s see….. I’ll do five goals, and you do five goals!

Sounds good, Boomer. I’ll be first, since I’m the oldest and the top dog around here.

Always hang right at Mom’s feet…always. If she has a problem lifting something or needs help I will be there!
Always be ready for a walk!!! It sure seems harder now for some reason, but if Mom wants go…SO DO I!
Take naps. Naps are good. Take lots of naps, but wake-up the second you hear Mom. (Dad says it’s okay if I don’t wake up for him, but I really want to wake-up and be with Mom so I will stay ready for her)
I want to sleep as close to Mom as I can. I get where ever she is. You can have Dad or the fireplace if you want.
Be ready to bark the mailman, the UPS man, the FedEx woman, or anyone that shows up so we can bark them down the lane

Those are really good, Fuzzy! Okay, here I go —-

Every time you see people you love put on a happy face, wag your tail, wag your whole body
Happy is good, always…no matter what
If anyone acts upset I will run right over to them and flop down and roll over on my back so they can give me a belly rub. Makes all of us feel good, instantly!
Dad says I’m not to drag my belly on the carpet or to lick myself whenever I’m in the house. He says I have to do it outside so I got to remember this.
I also need to remember that I can’t roll in wonderful, rich, green dead stuff. It makes both Mom and Dad upset. Rolling over for a tummy rub doesn’t help…I still get flung into the bathtub.

Very good! We did it Boomer! 2014 is going to one great year!

Happy New Year everyone! Happy 2014!

From Fuzzy and Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — A Christmas Story

Posted on December 20, 2013 by Dayphoto

Are you sleepy, Boomer?

No not really. Are you sleepy Fuzzy?

No. I haven’t done much today but sleep.

You know, Fuzzy, I was wondering do you know anything about this time everyone calls Christmas?

Well, I know a few things—like our people always put up trees, and hang lights outside so we can see the best bushes to pee on. They go to town lots and come home with packages that Mom puts all over the place. Then she puts those packages under the tree and waits.

Then the big day comes and everyone is here to eat food and drop stuff on the floor and eat food and laugh and make an even bigger mess than we would EVER think of making!

Really, Fuzzy…that is all there is to this Christmas Thing?

Well….really ….Boomer, no…no that really isn’t what Christmas is really about…it’s so much more.

Gosh, that’s good Fuzzy, please tell me. I really want to know.

Okay, Boom…it goes like this—

When I was a little tiny pup many, many years ago my Momma told me this story. My Momma said her Momma told her and her Momma before that all the way back to when this story started.

This sounds really good, Fuzzy I’m all ears!

It’s called—How We Got Christmas

Oh! Good! Now I will know. Thank you, Fuzzy.

Well, a long, long time ago in a land far, far and away, a land full of sand and giant animals called camels.

Camels?

Yes, Boomer. But the story isn’t about camels.

Okay, Fuzzy…I’ll listen.

In this land of sand and camels and sun…there was a man and a woman traveling to a big city to pay their taxes for the year.

What are taxes, Fuzzy?

They are like, hummm—if you have five bones and Mom makes you give her one because she thinks you have too many, then that one bone you give Mom is a tax.

OH! I don’t think I like taxes. I’m really glad Mom doesn’t make us pay taxes, Mom gives us the BONES!!! J

Gone on Fuzzy, I like this story.

Okay, the man and the woman were traveling to this big city; with lots and lots of other people. There were so many people that all the places where people sleep were full except where my great, great, great, great so many greats that I can’t remember them all, Grandmother Dog was living.

My many Greats Grandmother Dog was the guard dog of a place call an Inn. It was her duty to watch over all the travelers who came to stay with her Master in the Inn. She also watched out for all the animals that her Master kept.

Every day My many Greats Grandmother would go with her Master to feed and milk the cow that lived in the stable. It was this milk that her Master would feed to the people staying in his Inn. She also helped wake-up the many chickens that were roosting in the stable, and went with the Master to feed and water the donkeys that were resting there until their people were ready to leave again.

My many greats Grandmother had a wonderful job and she loved every minute of it. Most nights she would sleep in the inn, but when the inn was full she would sleep on an old blanket next to the door of the stable to keep guard over the many animals staying within its walls.

My many greats Grandmother Dog was just getting ready to go to the stable one evening, when a man and woman showed up at the door of the inn. Her Master greeted the couple and explained that his place was full, that he had no room.

The man then asked if the Master knew of any place, just any place at all whereby they could rest for the night. The Master said that he was embarrassed to say, but if they wanted they could bed down in the stable free of charge and rest.

Off they all went, the donkey, the man, his wife and my many greats grandmother. Once there, and very close to the cow’s manger, the couple laid down their belonging and unloaded the donkey. My many greats Grandmother Dog said that the man had very kind eyes and a soft loving voice. He brushed the donkey down, gave all the other donkeys lots of pets, rubbed the cow’s ears and ASKED Grandmother dog to come sleep with them to keep them warm.

The lovely mother patted the blanket and called softly to Grandmother Dog and even offered her a small tidbit to eat.

Grandmother said it was the most peaceful time she had ever experienced in the barn.

It was just wonderful!

Gradually she fell asleep, lulled by the soft sounds of the other animals in the barn and the warmth of the man and the woman. It wasn’t long before Grandmother Dog was awaken and asked to go guard the door of the stable. Grandmother Dog didn’t question the command; going to the door and sitting up in a guarding stance.

Like this, Fuzzy?

Yes, Boomer, just like that.

Well as Grandmother Dog sat in the opening of the stable door, an amazing light started to fill the sky. Then the light filled the whole stable! Grandmother Dog turned from the door and saw that the light seemed to be strongest right over the cow’s manager.

Walking toward the manger ever so slowly and carefully Grandmother Dog saw a tiny sleeping baby. The gentle Mother of the tiny baby called Grandmother Dog to come closer, to come see the tiny babe in the manger.

Grandmother Dog walked forward and stared at the tiny little bundle of human love and gave the sleeping child a HUGE WET DOG KISS right on its tiny little cheek!

When Grandmother Dog kissed this tiny human the child opened his eyes and smiled upon Grandmother Dog and she KNEW that this new human Loved Grandmother Dog clear through her soul.

Suddenly the light grew so large and bright that Grandmother Dog had to look up to see what was causing so much brightness…almost like the sun was in the stable!

WOW Fuzzy! Was it the sun? AT NIGHT? In a barn?

No, Boom, it was a person…a really beautiful shiny person! The person was so beautiful that Grandmother Dog had to sit down and stare.

This really beautiful person then talked to Grandmother Dog in DOG language!

Really, Fuzzy! A person can actually talk and understand dog language?

This person could Boomer, because this person was an Angel sent from above, to guide people to the stable. So the people could see the new little babe and to bring him gifts!

“Oh,” Grandmother Dog said. “I wish I could give this child a gift. If I could I would give him my protection for the rest of my life.”

The Angel then looked into Grandmother Dog’s eyes sending love and peace and wonder, filling Grandmother Dog’s heart near to bursting.

“That” said the Angel “Is what this day is all about…the love of this child is for everyone and everything in the whole world. You, Little Dog, understand that you are willing to give – out of pure love – to those around you — which is Christmas! Christmas is the celebration of the birth of this little babe and the gift of love! Then the lovely Angel reached down and gave Grandmother Dog a wondrous kiss right on HER nose!

This whole experience touched Grandmother Dog so much that she told every one of her children and admonished each child to pass this story down clear until this day and forever.

Now you know the story, Boomer, maybe someday you will be able to pass this story on to another dog. That way the gift of love from the little babe and the beautiful angel will never fade away.

Gosh, Fuzzy! That was something! I will…I will pass this on, someday, I promise.

Good Boomer, I’m a little tired now.

Me too Fuzzy…I hope I can dream of this wonderful story.

Gosh. That was so neat, Fuzzy.

Merry Christmas, Boomer!

Thank you Fuzzy! Merry Christmas to you!