The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —A Walk through the Cows

Posted on February 8, 2013 by Dayphoto

It sure seems we have been hang’n at the house lots lately.

Sigh!

BUT Mom has started walking out on the place this week and WE GET TO GO WITH HER!!!!

Sure is fun!

I try….really I do…I, hum, try to stay with Mom and Fuzzy…BUT

THEREISSOMUCHTOSMELLANDDOOUTTHEREITISREALLYHARD!

Mom walks LOTS slower than I do…I mean, heck, I can be clear to the end of the field and BACK by the time she and Fuzzy get just a little ways into the field.

But to be fair, I think Mom walks with Fuzzy so Fuzzy doesn’t get lonely.

I really should also

BUT THERE IS SURE SO MUCH TO SMELL OUT THERE ————————–

We walked over to the equipment hillside, where Fuzzy scared up Robby the Rabbit. Fuzzy and Robby ran every which where, until Robby got tired and hid in the roller. Fuzzy barked at me to join him, but I was over with Mom looking at the old junk which really is homes for the mice.

The mice were not as interesting as the Robby the Rabbit but I was just too far away to be part of the fun. By the time I got there, Robby was tired and sitting in the roller just watching us.

Phooey.

We sat on the hillside and looked at the canyons of the Esclante and Dominguez for a short while….then we all moved over to the little pasture and Mom told us if it were night we could see all the cars coming across the desert from Grand Junction to Delta, but of course it wasn’t night so we couldn’t see the traffic.

Mom assured us it was there.

I headed down to the cattails, but Mom and Fuzzy didn’t they headed over to the little alfalfa field, Mom said half the place was good enough to walk for now.

The cows have made a path in the same spot in the field and in the dirt ditch that they have for over 40 years…Mom says it’s the shortest distance to where ever they are going.

Every time Dad sees the flattened out ditch (just in that one spot) he threatens to lay pipe there and cover it up. But he never does, he just gets out the ditcher in the spring and makes a new ditch.

I think he just likes to talk about the path, he really doesn’t care!

On the way back I joined Mom and Fuzzy, I really needed to be close to Mom because…..

My hurry had sort of vanished!

Because….

Well….

HAD

THROUGH

THE

COWS!!!!!!

I’m really afraid of the cows!

I’ll bark at them if they get too close to the electric fence around the yard, but I don’t want to do more than that.

WHY?!?!?!

Those girls will CHASE YOU!!!

THAT’S WHY!!!

I had them chase me when I first got here, that sort of thrill I didn’t need again in my life!

Mom has to make me go in front of her, but I only go one step in front of her foot…

Mom and Fuzzy laughed at me, but I didn’t care.

As soon as we got through the herd of 70 pregnant females —- you think about that…

SEVENTY

(70)

PREGNANT

FEMALES

I ran right to the house!

Whew!

I enjoyed the walk, I sure did. But getting through all those cows is best!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Cow Dog to Farm Dog

Posted on February 1, 2013 by Dayphoto

The word “cowdog” did not exist in the English language until after the trail driving period of 1870 and the 1880s.

Today people understand that we dogs are important to help out on the farm and the ranch.

I was raised to be a help on the ranch. For five years I lived with a wonderful old man, we were great friends and partners. Then one day he passed on over the rainbow road and his kids didn’t want me. They took me out to the country and dumped me out on the road.

I waited for days and days and days right at the spot they dumped me out. Mom and Misty would try and try and try to get me to come to them, but I waited to have my people come pick me back up.

Finally I got too hungry…I was a bone, when Misty and Mom came out with ROAST BEEF…I couldn’t turn it down.

So now I’m a farm dog.

I love being a farm dog. I still get to help out with the cows (not as many as I used to, and no horses, but that is okay.)

I still help haul hay and load hay, I help irrigate, and I go everywhere with Mom.

Now we have Boomer.

My best buddy in the whole wide world!

Boomer was a complete and total house dog. He isn’t any more; he’s a farm dog also!

So I told you all of this to tell you… I’ve feeling really good! My stitches are out….my scar is healing nicely and my fur is coming back!

We have another dog hanging around. Mom is really worried about this dog…it is old, and thin, and very afraid of people. This dog is wearing a collar so Mom is trying to catch the dog to see if she can find the people who own the dog —neighbor ??? dumped off???

And help the dog.

Boomer and I always ALERT Mom when the dog is on the property. We sure hope to help this dog out.

I think this really old dog would love to be a Farm DOG!!!!

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Doing Better

Posted on January 25, 2013 by Dayphoto

Today, in just a little while, I go with Mom to get my stitches out!

I’m ready!!!

Those things itch! My back paw fits right where they are and it feeeeeeeeeeeeels so good. Then Mom grabs my back leg and tells me to stop, “can’t do it right now, ole boy”, she says. And pets me until I forget I had the itchys.

My tumor was right behind my shoulder blade and had grown into the shoulder blade area which is why I was having so much trouble walking.

But not anymore!

Every day we go for a walk and I made it clear around half the place yesterday. Who says old dogs need to be put out to pasture?!

Mom, Dad, Boomer and I were looking at all the really early spring work (or is it late winter work?) Dad and Mom want to get done before the farming season starts.

Boomer and I were looking for anything of interest!

We saw lots of birds. Some Mom was able to get a photo of but mostly she didn’t.

Boomer had to run off to the upper end and over to the back 40 (I sure would have liked to go) and we all heard him YELP. He hollered at me the rabbits were hopping about, but I just couldn’t do it this time. Next time I told him, not today. You give chase for both of us!

And he did.

We were up there a long, long time. When we started back home the cows were heading up to sleeping draw to spend the night. They were early because a storm was coming in and they wanted to bed down before it hit.

I was glad to get back home too…that bedding down idea sounded really good.

Boomer said he would take a nap with me; that’s what buddies are for.

Well, anyway Mom and I are off to get the stitches out! Everything is looking up.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Update

Posted on January 11, 2013 by Dayphoto

Your Magic THOUGHTS WORKED!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Fuzzy is home“`!!!

I’m so very happy!

He still doesn’t want to play much. He slept all afternoon and night, except when we went for a walk. Mom says we all have to do our ‘business’ outside, that’s the rule.

Fuzzy wanted to go with us, but he didn’t go far. Just Mom and I went far.

He has this funny coat on and it makes him breathe hard. I tried to tell Mom that Fuzzy’s coat is too tight.

Fuzzy talks to Mom all the time about how he is feeling.

Fuzzy never talks; I do all the talking, but now Fuzzy sort of whines and groans and looks at Mom…PLEASE HELP me he says. Mom sits by Fuzzy and pets and pets and pets him until he goes back to sleep.

NOW THAT starts to upset me, so I weasel my way in under her arm and make her pet me also. But if I try to get between her and Fuzzy, Mom says: “Boomer, that’s enough! Sometimes life isn’t about Boomer, sometimes it’s about Fuzzy!”

“HUH!!!”

“WHA”!

“Well I know that`!`! It’s just, geez, Fuzzy is getting ALL THE PETTINGS!!

So I go over and lay on Dad’s feet. Humph.

This morning Fuzzy felt well enough to go do the chores down at Shannon’s house, and to eat and drink a little something. But he is sleeping now as he had to have some pain medicine. I think life is really boring if Fuzzy is not up and doing something with me so I think I’ll go to sleep

Now

YAWN

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Going for a Walk

Posted on January 4, 2013 by Dayphoto

I’m doing better, Thank you all for your magic thoughts!

I even am able to go for walks with my humans and with Boomer.

We saw Freddy Fox on the walk

and I even RAN a little bit and barked with Boomer. Freddy yellowed/baked back at us.

IT WAS EVER SO MUCH FUN!!!

We are still cold… the days are warming up to around 22* but very quickly sliding back down. As soon as it hits 22* Mom has us out the door and heading out for a walk. She said 22* feels almost balmy.

(I think she is sick or something…22* is, well 22* and that is cold!)

Boomer has to wear his coat whenever he is outside, but I have two coats already built in so I never have to wear a coat.

Mom has been told that I look like a cross between a Border collie and a Sheltie, because of my fur. My personality, it the best of both breeds, even if I do say so myself!’!

(Mom agrees with me, Boomer says whatever I am I’m just the bestest ever. I really like Boomer!)

Anyway, here is what the shadows look like around 2-3 in the afternoon

and then what they look like when

Mom takes her 4 o’clock photo.

The Last day of December our Day length was 9 hours and 30 minutes. Today, January 4, 2013 the day length is 9 hours and 33 minutes…we have increase by THREE WHOLE MINUTES!!!! YIPPEE!! The sun gets up at 7:31 and goes to sleep at 5:03. The real noon (Solar noon) is 12:17.

Here is the temperatures at 6 in the morning

The after the sun gets up at 8 in the morning

My operation date has changed, but we will keep you informed as Mom, Boomer and I really appreciate your Magic Thoughts!

Thank you so much,

Fuzzy Doddle McDoodle “Dude” Brown

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Magic Thoughts

Posted on December 28, 2012 by Dayphoto

Your magic thoughts worked!

Thank you EVERYONE!

All shelter dogs were adopted BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!!!!

Diamond went to her forever family on Thursday, the week before Christmas day, then Zeus found and home and next Athena. No one is left to worry about living in the shelter. Everyone safe and sound in new forever homes!

Fuzzy and I THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

But now I, Boomer, would ask a very special favor of each one of you, for my bestest friend and forever buddy, Fuzzy.

Fuzzy is hurt.

Well, not hurt, but not sick either.

But he is well, in pain.

Fuzzy has a sebaceous cyst; he has had it for a very long time, long before I came to live with Fuzzy, Mom, Dad, the cats and chickens. But Fuzzy’s sebaceous cyst has started to enlarge and now Fuzzy can’t walk. It hurts him. He hobbles along and then has to sit down.

I’m very worried about him.

Fuzzy is my bestest everything. We do EVERYTHING together, but now, when I ask, Fuzzy says he doesn’t want to right now, maybe later.

He then lies down again.

He is also very restless, up-down-up-down.

Mom took him to the Veterinarian; the sebaceous cyst is causing the problem. Sometime soon-in little over a week on January the 7th, Fuzzy has to go to the hospital and have it removed. The operation is a very simple procedure, but Fuzzy is old.

Please send all your magic thoughts to Fuzzy that he makes it through the operation and comes home to me and we can play and run and chase birds.

That together we can bark the mailman down the road and go for long walks with Hank, Shannon’s dogs and any shelter dogs who need walking.

I will really appreciate it! (And so will Fuzzy)

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — HAHAHAHAHA

Posted on December 21, 2012 by Dayphoto

Today is December 21, 2012, the end of the Mayan Calendar….it is also our Mom and Dad’s 45^th Wedding anniversary!

Sunrise 7:27 a.m. and Sunset 4:54 p.m. Day length 9 hours and 27 minutes—same as yesterday.

Anyway…You want to know what is so funny?!

THIS!

Bahahahah, laugh, snort, chortle, giggle, and snigger…roll on the ground funny!

We about broke open our sides we were laughing so hard.

Houston, Rocky and Balou just stared at us…they told us not to knock until we tried it.

BAHAAH, it still was funny!

Then Houston, told us in her warm, sweet voice…that they always get to go to town now, with the hats and coats on they don’t get cold and stay warm. And they get to go walk the shelter dogs in town because they can stay warm.

“So there”, glared Rock and Balou.

That was okay by us…we both rolled in the grass laughing it was just so funny.

Then Shannon showed back up with the shelter dogs and….

AND

!* AND*!

THESE!!!

Mom made us put them on and wear them BACK TO TOWN, where everyone saw us!

I, the Fuzzy Dude, cow dog extraordinaire in THIS!!!! Boy, as soon as we got to the park I rubbed mine off. But Mom put it back on the second we got back into the truck.

Sigh!

“Mine felt really good!” I, the Boom, kept them all on and even kept the coat on after we got back home!!!

Getting back in the house was the best. Those things came off and we could rest.

Fuzzy and Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — It’s Not All Work

Posted on December 14, 2012 by Dayphoto

Every night, just before it gets dark Boomer and I have LOTS OF FUN!

We play and play and play and play with Mom.

It’s ever so much FUN!!!

We play and play and play!

Oh, yes, by the way….YOUR MAGIC THOUGHTS WORKED!!!!

Amber got a forever home!!!

Diamond came out to play with us yesterday. Diamond is an American Bulldog.

When she came to the shelter she had on a collar with tags, the shelter person called the tag’s number and the lady said she didn’t want her.

Isn’t that sad?

Please work your magic once more!

Thank you,

Fuzzy

(and BOOMER!!!)

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Boomer Takes Over

Posted on December 7, 2012 by Dayphoto

Fuzzy and I have a theory….if Mom takes a photo of you, you get a new home!

Well, NOT Fuzzy and I, but the dogs we walk. (What we do in our spare time)

First there was Red and Gypsy and Helen, then Shorty

and the puppy, now we have Amber.

(She told us that isn’t her real name, just some made up name to make the Shelter people happy.)

We don’t walk all the dogs Shannon walks, or all the dogs Mom walks, but we do walk the dogs that Mom and Shannon think can handle being on the farm and well….out in the open.

Mom says some dogs are so used to town life the big countryside would scare them.

First we walk to meet Shannon, who stops at Misty’s and gets Hank. Then we all run to meet each other….then we all run BACK to Shannon.

If there is another dog to run with…

WHEEEHOO!

Introductions take a little time. Amber-Arrives

Then off we go.

Houston and I are hounds so we don’t spend lots of time with everyone.

Mom says we miss out of ‘stuff’, but that is just her opinion.

Everyone walked up and saw what Dad was working on, Fuzzy thought about staying and keeping Dad company; he said Dad needed him. But after we got started he decided to come. Mom says it takes Fuzzy some time because he gets tired and has to rest.

While he rested we looked for mice…

Hank thought he found some…

This time Amber came to walk with us. Amber is a Redbone Hound. How cool is that!?! Another HOUND! Houston and I loved having another Hound. She had to stay on the leash though, because, well, because she IS a hound. And she is a coon hound! And we have LOTS OF RACOONS!!!!

Mom and Shannon didn’t want to lose her somewhere in the upper reaches of our property and never find her again.

Fuzzy and I want all you and your magic thoughts to send the perfect family to the shelter for Amber. She is a really nice Hound…

WHO WOULDN’T WANT A HOUND!!

Thank you,

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Momma’s Boy

Posted on November 30, 2012 by Dayphoto

Yesterday was the day from hell!

Always the most miserable day of my life!

IT WAS THE DAY OF THE GROOMER!

I would MUCH rather go to the VET’s than the groomer’s.

As the vet’s I’m told to get on the scale…sit, Good Boy, have a cookie.

Follow Mom and come in here.

Then Mom puts me up on the table and the Vet comes in and feels all around, she does poke and prod but I can handle it. Then Mom takes me off the table and the Vet gives me another cookie. Sometimes I get a shot, but they never hurt.

Then out the door we go. Not bad, not bad at all.

I don’t mind the Vet, mostly because MOM IS WITH ME!!!

At the groomer’s we – Boomer and I go in – we have to sit in a cage. BUT AT LEAST IT IS TOGETHER!!!

The first time they tried to put me in a cage by myself I screamed and cried and howled the whole time. If Boomer is with me I just shake and wait in the farthest reaches of the cage until MOM COMES BACK!!!!

The groomer gives me a bath and the ‘squeeze’ (which I don’t mind) then I get a blow dry, (which I don’t mind) then I have to get the brush and cut (which I don’t mind) and go back in my cage and wait while Boomer goes through the whole experience.

What I do mind and what makes me so worried is—WHERE IS MOM?!?!? Once she comes back (THREE HOURS LATER) I’m so excited I peel out and run for the door. Mom leaves the car door open for me so I run through the groomer’s door and head right into the car.