All Fun and Games Another Boomer Sherlock Adventure Chapter 9

Chapter Nine


Well, as you must know, we made it home.  Ruth flapped Ethie down, sitting her on the lawn close to the clothesline, and flew back up into the air.

I was still heading in…Ruth picked up Ethie some ways out so I still had a spell to trot.

I was getting closer to the house though.

Ruth sailed over my head and hooted down to me what she did. I sat down in the soft dirt of the farm road lifted my right paw in salute, then she was gone.

After some more walking, trotting and running, I made it into the farmyard, headed to my lawn and the clothesline area and collapsed by Ethie.

Boy, was mom surprised when she saw a HEN in her yard.  It’s been years since Mom has had chickens.  Years.

Mom took one look at Ethie. Then a look at me.

“Well, Boomer,” she mused.  “I see you have a friend.  We do we do now?  There is no chicken yard, there is no chicken house, there is no chicken food.”

About the time she finished her sentence Ethie walked over to Mom.  Mom reached down and picked up that very scrawny, starting to lose feathers, hen.

As soon as Ethie was in mom’s arms, Ethie put her little head on mom’s shoulder and gave a huge sigh.

That’s all it took.

Off Mom went to the old chicken house.

“Do you think you would like to live here, little hen if I clean it all out and fix you a nice spot to sleep?”

Ethie looked close at what Mom was talking about.  Then, with a little chicken purr wiggled to get down.

Mom put her down.

“Well, Boomer.  I guess it’s settled.  Let’s get busy.”

With that Mom started taking things out the chicken house, moving them here and there.

After a good sweeping, wash and scrub, Mom was off to the haystack yard with her wheelbarrow.

Then back she came scattering thick good smelling hay all over in the hen house, put the old nesting box back in, and decided she didn’t like it.

“This is way too big for one little hen.” She announced.

Then back she went looking over her supplies of ‘stuff’, came back to the hen house, put two old apple boxes on the floor in the middle of the rather large chicken house floor, then placed the dog crate (useless, because I don’t need it at all!) on the two apple boxes; filled the dog crate with wood shavings she had run to town to get.

She got out two of my old dog dishes, filled one with chicken food, which she picked up while in town, and the other one with water.

By this time it was going on evening, but still too light for bed.

“It’s time to go change water, Boomer. You enjoy yourself little hen.  We will be back shortly.”  With that statement Mom, Dad and I were off to do our last chore of the evening.

(By the way…. riding on the back of the four-wheeler, hanging out on the ditch bank watching Mom and Dad set siphon tubes is MUCH easier than trying to get a hen to safety!  Just say’n.)

When we drove back into the yard the sky had started to turn colors…the night was coming on.

Mom sat me down off the four-wheeler and we took off looking for Ethie.

Mom looked in the flower garden, in the veggie patch, on the lawn by the clothesline, finally, she decided that the hen was gone.

“Well, no hen, Boomer.  I guess she has hidden away.  Let’s go shut the door to the hen house and see if that little bird shows up in the morning.”

Mom and I walked out to the hen house, got to the open door when Mom looked inside and saw


All settled in for the night!



All Fun and Games A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight


Ethie and I plodded on all the long hot day after a night of extreme terror.

We rested for a spell at the beginning of the night.  But I wanted to get home.  We were in dangerous territory.

Ethie argued with me and refused to budge.  About that time the leader of a coyote pack walked up the road heading toward us.  I quickly shoved a sputtering, clucking, hen into the high grass along the canal and SAT on her!  I mean…what is a dog to do when a chicken just WON’T SHUT UP!

I didn’t sit hard, but I did sit long.  I couldn’t risk that silly hen flapping herself into the canal or her squawking drawing attention to us.

After the whole pack of six trotted by I waited a little longer, then got off the hen gave her a push up the bank with my nose and we were off again.

This time Ethie listened to me and hopped and ran alongside without me having to prod her along.

We had just reached the little bridge where Dad’s water from the headgate enters into the little corn field. Ethie and I had stopped for a rest both of us getting a drink of water.

Suddenly lots of chittering and chatter and racket were heard coming out the cornfield…Raccoons!  And the whole family of them. Ethie and I took one look at each other and took off fast!

Nothing tastes better to raccoons than CHICKEN!

This time we ran and ran and ran until we made it to the old cottonwood tree!  At the bottom of the old cottonwood tree is a little hollow.  We were so tired neither one of us could take another step.

I pushed Ethie into the hollow gave her a little time to fluff herself up and settle in way close to the tree and the tree’s roots.  Then I laid down and front of her ………………………….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Morning arrived and with it was STANLEY!  Oh, yes! STANLEY the squirrel.   It was so good to see STANLEY!  Just seeing Stanley meant we were getting close to the farm.

Well, closer.  Stanley and Stewart had moved themselves up to the old cottonwood tree some time back.  I missed them in the farmyard, but it wasn’t too much time to trot up the farm road.  Well, way up the farm…way, way up the farm road and visit them.

I would do that ever so often.  I rather like Stanley and Stewart.

Anyway, Stanley woke Ethie and I. then Stanley talked a mile a minute about everything going on in his squirrel world.

I told him what we were doing, introduced him to Ethie, then he was off. He said he had lots of work to do to get ready for winter.  Winter was coming you know…he yelled over his shoulder as he took off down the farm road.

The day wore on.

My it was hot!

I put Ethie in front of me giving her a little push now and again. Down the long hot farm road, we went.

Gradually we made it to one of Dad’s farm equipment areas.  By this time the sun was starting to set.

We were close, but still not close enough.

Then suddenly and without any warning, Ruth silently glided down out the sky and grabbed Ethie around her very skinny but feathery body and lifted Ethie up into the sky.

Ethie took one look at the ground, then one look at the claws around her middle and fainted.

I saw Ethie’s neck go limp, her neck all stretched out looking like a very dead chicken.

That is for sure.


With that Ruth and Ethie flew way up into the sky turned toward the farmhouse and was gone!

I picked up my feet, tail wagging and ran as fast as my beagle legs could take me to HOME!

All Fun and Games Chapter Seven A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Seven

King led the way, looking left and right, back over his shoulder,

then facing front again.  Gradually the night started to lighten and the day started to grow.

Ethie hopped along, her claws sore and weary.  I went behind her, giving her fluffy chicken body a push and sometimes a shove with my beagle nose.

The traveling was slow and painful and ever so slow.

Did I say slow?

You have NO idea what agonizing slow really is.


“Well, Beagle, here is where I leave you.” King stopped and turned toward Ethie and I.  “I got you to the Little Corn Field.  That is further than I thought we were going to make it.”

With that statement, King turned and pushed his way into the rows of the corn stalks and was gone!

There we stood, a tired, worn out chicken, and one rather tired beagle. But if I stood on the road and looked way down the road, way, way down the road to the tiny little dots way, way down there I could just make out the start of Dad’s implement yard.


We were almost home!

“Okay, Ethie! We are close now.” I turned my eyes back and looked at Ethie.  She was so tired her eyelids had closed over her eyes and she was standing there on one foot, the other foot tucked up under her fluffy feathered belly.


The Urge!

Oh! That very naughty urge to give her a wee little push with my nose!

I could just see what would happen…a gentle little push and FLUPP right into the soft dirt of the farm road Ethie would go.

I stood there a little spell and let Ethie sleep. As I watched Ethie’s one leg slowly collapsed; Ethie sat down in the soft dirt, of the farm road, and slept on.

The day was starting to brighten, but I figured Ethie needed her rest so I stood guard…..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, erk, snort, blink…I stood gu…………..zzzzzzz.


HUH!? WHAT!? I jerked awake!


“DANGER! HELP! DANGER!”  Ethie screamed and ran right to me and jumped on my back!

“I’m about to be dinner!”

“Wait, wait!”  I tried to wake up and get my bearings. “Dinner?” I couldn’t make sense of what she was screaming.

Dinner.  What a lovely thought. I licked my lips.  Dinner…I could use dinner. Crunchy bits of cereal, some really yummy something or other out a can….jerky!  Goodness!  ANYTHING!  Dinner sounds….


“OH, SHUT IT UP, HEN! You are the most annoying bird in the universe.  I don’t think I have even come up against any other bird as loud and crazy as you are!”  Ruth fluttered down; landing beside Ethie and myself.

“I see you made it to the farm road.  Not far now.”

“No,” I sighed. “Not far now…just an eternity with a hen.”

“Hummph!” Ethie grumped. “I’m doing my part.  It just takes me longer to get somewhere than you. I only have two feet and you have four.”

“True,” I replied, looking sadly at her two feet. “Ever so true.”

“Well, I think you got it made, dog, so I’m off for my bed in the old tree.”  Hope you make it home before the sun goes down.  If not, I’ll check the road and see where you are.  Maybe I’ll stop for a spell, maybe not.”

With that Ruth rose into the sky; turning into a smaller and smaller dot as she flew away.

Then once more it was just me, Sherlock Boomer Beaglie Brown, and Ethie the hen. And still, a long-long-long way to go.



Chapter 6 All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Six


We walked, Momma Deer and I, Ruth flew way ahead and then back again, and Ethie ran through most of the night.

Sometime way in the very early morning of the next day, Ethie collapsed. She just fell forward, her beak opened, eyes closed and went BAM onto the soft dirt.

The dirt made a soft little puff as she went down.

I was walking behind Ethie so I saw the whole thing.

Momma deer was in the lead.  Mainly because she was MUCH taller than all of us and could scout for danger much easier.

Ruth had just swung back over-head and saw the hen crumple.

“Hey, dog! I think the hen is done for, maybe it’s time for a nap, some scratching around for bugs and a dust bath for that bird.  Otherwise, she isn’t going to make it.”

I perked up my ears and looked around.

Momma deer stopped her forward march, turned around, came back and stood looking very puzzled at the flat as a leaf chicken.

“I think Ruth is onto something,” she murmured.  “I think I could handle a rest myself.  We are close to the farm road to the Rocky Point Hill; I’ll graze on the pasture grass while you and the hen take a rest.”   With that, she turned back around and walked up to the Rocky Point farm road, did a few hops skips and jumps and was in the pasture at the Upper End.

Ruth called “See ya soon, dog!” as she flew silently upward into the brilliantly lite sky full of moonlight.

I sat there looking at the wore out bird.  What a mess I have.  A chicken, of all things, way to heck up here in the yonder of the farm, and a huge need to get her home to Mom.

I laid down with my head on my front paws; staring at the bird/chicken/her, Ethie.

What a me…..I drifted off to sleep.  At some point, I flopped over on my side and stretched out…ahhh sure feels goo….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I woke up with a start!  Standing right over me was KING!!  I jumped up wide awake, almost trembling.  A buck deer with HORNS can sometimes mean trouble for canines.

“Hey, Little Buddy! Slow down! I just wanted to see what was going on here, why you were sleeping in the path, so to speak!”

“Tired, King.  Just got tired.  It’s okay. My little-feathered friend and I will be moving on at daylight.  Don’t do anything rash, King.  We aren’t planning on staying here.”  I am sorry to say I almost whined.

King raised his right hoof.  “Just relax. Tell me what’s going on and let me see if I can help you.”

Seeing that right hoof off the ground I must admit I pretty much stammered out the whole story.  Deer have very sharp hooves.

“Humm, I see.” King mused.  “So, Momma has gone onto the pasture, Ruth is in the sky somewhere and you are stuck with a farm-yard bird.”

“Yes, that pretty much sums it right up.”

“Okay, here goes…get that hen up and come with me.  I can at least get you to the Upper End Pasture and maybe down the farm road past the Little Cornfield.  If I can get you that far I think you can do the rest.”

I looked at King with his soft furry antlers, his very sharp hooves, and his TALL body and decided the answer to my worries had appeared!

Giving Ethie a push with my nose (not once but several times) she finally woke with a start, squawked when she saw King, tried to run off, but I held by her tail until she calmed down.

King and I explained our plan, she looked at us with very worried eyes, gave her feathers a shake and said: “Okay, let’s go.”

Then we were off.

It’s a good thing King was with us…King saw two foxes along the way.

One was fairly close,

but the other one up on the road part way.

King ran at both of them; they scattered.

Just as we passed the Upper End—King had to stop and talk to Momma for a spell, which was good, it gave Ethie and me a break, we started up the little rise which will take us to the farm road that went by the Little Corn field….a Coyote appeared!

I almost fainted! COYOTE!  I am mortally afraid of coyotes!

King froze. “Shhh,” he said. “Don’t make a sound.  Stand right where you are and don’t move.”

Ethie and I froze.

King froze.

I could hear the coyote walking ahead of us somewhere, very soft pads of footfalls.   They sounded like death to me.

Gradually the soft footpad sounds faded.

“Okay, you two let’s get to going. The night is fading and daylight is almost upon us.”

We took off again.

All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure—Chapter 5

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Five


Well, stunned or not I had a HUGE problem.  How to get a hen a couple or so miles back to my home?

By this time it was going on dark.

I mean…like really dark.

Dark enough I wondered if it would be better to just stay where we were or to travel forward.

Into the darkness.

It’s pretty dark in my mind right now.  I can’t decide what is the best thing to do.

“WHOOOOOOO WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”  Ruth called, “Let’s head out now.  You and the little hen run between bushes.  Head back.  I’ll fly up just enough you can see me.  I’ll be your eyes.  That way, if some chicken eating….”

“SQWACK!” Ethie screamed and flunked over in a dead faint.

“Wow! What was that all about?” Ruth exclaimed.

“Hum, I think she couldn’t handle the thought of being dinner to someone— one more time.” I puzzled.

“Get up, Ethie!” I pushed her with my nose. “Get up…you are with me and Ruth….dinner you are NOT going to be.  Not on our watch!”

Ethie laid there like a frozen piece of chicken….cough(!) er (!) hum,(!)

Poor choice of thoughts, I stuttered. Let me begin again.

“You are safe, Ethie You are among friends. Just get up, get really close to me, hug my side, and I will protect you on the ground. Ruth will protect both of us from the air.  We have a long ways to go.  Past the cattails, up the Rocky Point Hill, into the Upper End.  Once there we can hit the farm road and follow it for a mile or so and be to my home.  Where Mom will be delighted to have a little hen living with all of us!”

Ethie opened one eye.  It wildly rolled around in her head for about one minute.  Gradually she straightens out her toes, then her feet, then she gave herself a big shove and BAM!  There she was upright and straight, albeit rather wobbly.

With that, I put my body next to hers.  She gave me a pathetic look, took one step forward, then another, I had to start walking if I wanted to keep her right beside me.

We were off!

I looked at Ruth.  Ruth looked at me.  Opening her huge wings, she gave three swooshing flaps; lifted straight up in the air and hovered over us.

The great long walk had begun.

“Go ahead, Dog!  The coast is clear.”

I moved from one brush to the next brush, having to take tiny little steps so Ethie could keep up with me.

The going was s.l.o.w, let me tell you.  But we made some progress.

Three million hours later we made it to the cattails when suddenly

MOMMA DEER shoved her way through the cattails and right into our path.

“What is going on here!”  Momma deer stopped in amazement.

“We are going to my house,” I answered her.

“With a dead chicken, Boomer?”

“No, with Ethie.  She is a chicken, but very much alive.”

I turned to my side and saw a frozen chicken, laying on its side, both eyes closed and beak opened in a silent scream.

“Oh, my goodness!  Get up, Ethie!  It’s just a Momma deer, you are safe.  Get UP, Ethie!”  I nudged her again and again.

While I was nudging Ethie, Ruth flew down and lit on a large, grey boulder.

“Here, dog, I can wake her up!”

“SCREECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ruth opened her beak and let out the loudest screech I have ever heard.

Ethie jumped up and started to take off in fright, when she ran right into me, knocking me over with all the force of a very frighten three-pound bird.

“Slow down, hen.” Ruth laughed. “You are safe. My goodness, how in the world did you ever get way out here if you kept falling down in a dead faint?”  Ruth flapped her wings and rose back up in the sky.

“Let’s go.” She hooted….the night is wasting.

“Go?”  Momma deer asked in a most puzzled way.

“Back to my house,” I explained. “I’m taking Ethie back to my house to live with Mom and Dad, me, and Mindy cat.”

“All the way back?  All that very long way back?”  Momma deer asked.

“Yes!  All the way back.”

“This sounds like a great adventure,” Momma deer replied. “I think I am going with you.  At least as far as the hay stackyard.  The hay stackyard just might have some snack for a really nice deer, don’t you think.”

“GOOD!” I bayed.  “Perfect!  Ruth, you, and I.  We will get Ethie to mom!”




All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 4

All Fun and Games!

Chapter Four


I was standing there feeling all amazed at this little hen when a huge dark shadow fell over the hen and me.  Glancing up I saw…

“OWL! OWL!” the little hen screamed!  “IT IS THE OWL! RUN!”

She picked up her feet and started to flap and squawk.

I raised my paw and pushed her down flat.

“OWL!” she sobbed.

“Shh, …it’s okay.” I soothed.  “It’s just Ruth. Ruth is our friend.  Ruth can help me help you.!

The hen fluttered and squiggled and squirmed.

“Owls eat CHICKENS!”

“Oh! Shut UP HEN!” Ruth yelled. “I’m not going to eat you, I’m not going to pick you up and fly you far away, I’m not going to do anything with you.  JUST SHUT UP!”

The little hen fluffed up her feathers, shook my paw off, struggled back up into a standing position and gave Ruth and I a huge look of pure disgust.  “I knew that”, she pouted…” The dog would have run if you were going to eat me.”

“Okay…now that we have that all straight…just what is going on? I don’t think I have ever seen a chicken way out here on the

edge of Coyote land, nor have I ever seen a chicken sleeping in a brush way out here where the

deer and the

raccoons roam.  By the way, raccoons eat chickens also, did you know?  I mean. You are a sitting duck. Er Chicken…er…you are LUNCH!  No matter how you look at it!”  Ruth flapped her wings and gave a couple of hoots.

“I know,” the little hen shuddered. “I know.  By the way, my name is Ethie.  Ethie means brave in chicken.  I decided I needed to take a name that would lend me courage.”

In my first former life, I was named Little Miss, then in my second former life I was named Twiggy.  But all those names would not help me be brave so I looked carefully into Chicken talk and remembered Ethie means BRAVE.  I knew if I were to survive I HAD to be brave.”

“Well, Ethie, brave you are indeed.” Ruth put her left wing on Ethie’s back.

I just looked at the both of them standing there a little reddish-brown hen all puffed up looking important and a grouchy soft-hearted Big Horned Owl patting that little scrawny hen on the back.

Sometimes I am stunned at the turn my life takes.





All Fun and Games! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure—Chapter Three

Chapter Three


My word!  A Hen!

I stood stock still and stared right into her wild beady little eyes.  As I stood there staring at her she fluffed up her feathers on her whole body, her neck feather rose straight up and made her scrawny neck look twenty times bigger than it did just a second ago. Then her wings came out to the side of her body and rose up in an arch at the exact second her beak opened and let out a loud amazing squawk!

THEN SHE WAS IN MY FACE!  Her beak was aiming right from my left eye, or my soft nose, or my wonderful long velvet ears!  I don’t know which for I put my front feet into the ground and pushed my rear end back out from under the brush as fast as I possibly could!

“WHOA!” I bayed!  “WHOA!” What’s going on with you? I’m not going to hurt you.”

The hen FLEW out after me her very sharp beak aiming for anything and everything she could make contact with!  I kept backing away until I could swing my whole body around and run back up on a little rise.  I sat up there huffing and panting, while the hen squawked and sputtered down below me.

“SHUT UP!” I yelled at her.  “SHUT YOUR BEAK! CLOSE YOUR WINGS! PUT THOSE NECK FEATHERS DOWN!” I bayed so loud I startled the hen into submission.

The hen stopped squawking and just looked at me. A stunned expression on her face. (Yes, birds can show expression.  If you don’t believe me you should be standing right here beside me!)

“Okay,” I hollered at her. “Tell what this is all about!  Tell me WHY you are up here in the Back Forty close to Coyote land and tell me why you are so darn mad at ME!”  I demanded.

“Er…Well…” the hen sorta looked defeated and just sat down. Suddenly it looked like she was crying.

I pushed myself off my little rise and padded my way (carefully—very carefully, that hen has already proved she has a very mean temper) over to her and gave her a little push with my nose.

“What’s up, hen? Tell me.  I just might be able to help you. I’ve helped lots of friends here on the farm.  I’ll bet I can help you also.”

I sat down and wagged my tail in the soft dirt.

“I’m lost” she sobbed. “So very lost. I don’t know where I am. I have almost been dinner twice. Once with a fox, where I escaped and ran as hard as I could through a pasture full of big animals —I think one was a mule, the other a horse.  They chased me and stomped at me.

Then I flew up into a tree.  By this time, it was starting to get night so I just stayed there resting.  The next morning, I looked up in the tree and there was an OWL!  A great big owl…she hooted at me so I fluttered down as fast as I could and ran as fast as my hen legs would take to the cover of some brush when suddenly” the hen paused for breath; a huge shudder went over her whole body.

“A GREAT BIG HAIRY SCAR COVERED CANINE leaped over a rock and grabbed me with a muzzle ugly and full of teeth I knew it was time to give up the ghost!  The hen flapped her body clear to the ground, laying as flat as a round-bodied chicken could lay; closing her eyes I thought she HAD given up the ghost.

I waited for a little while just watching her when one eye opened, then the other eye opened.  The hen sat up.  “Oh, …it’s not a dream.  I am still here with a dog, in the brush, and very lost.”

“Please go on with your story.” I politely asked her.

“Oh, yes.  I thought I was soon to be dinner.” The little hen shuddered. “When suddenly from out of nowhere that huge owl flew right down on top of the coyote, slammed her claws right into the coyote’s snout, the jaws fell open and I RAN!  I ran and ran and ran until I couldn’t run anymore, then I hide in that big brush where you found me. “

“I was just starting to get my heart beat back to normal when you poked you crawled into my hiding spot!  There was nothing I could do at that moment by fight back.”

I sat there amazed!  What an adventure!  What an amazing hen.  Just amazing!





All Fun and Games Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 1

All Fun and Games!

Chapter One

It’s been hot and dry…well, not totally dry, we did have one day of rain.  Mom went out and danced in it…I went with her, but the rain here on the western slope of Colorado is C.O.L.D., so I stood under the big cottonwood tree while Mom acted silly on the road by her garden.

Mom and I walked around the yard the next day where Mom petted all her flowers!  Well, she didn’t really pet them, but she sure talked to them lots and grubbed around in the dirt once in awhile taking out a weed here and there.

Later on, in the day Mom, Dad, and I went down to work on the fence Dad and Mom are building down there.  They worked and I went into the dog yard with all my dog cousins; Rocky, the Rock Star, Voodoo, Shiloh, Etta, Penny Loaf and Black Dog.

Etta and I are bestest of friends so I try to go see her off and on.  Although, I get along with all the dogs, ever last one of them.

Mom and Dad thought the little hen and her chicks were ever so cute…I, actually, thought the chicks were very ugly…I mean gangly, some feathers, baby heads…I just wasn’t interested in watching them hop around.

We (Mom, Dad, and myself) all stayed down visiting the dog cousins—Mom and Dad worked, but I hung out.  Until around five in the afternoon.

Then it was time to get back home, get some supper in our bellies and HEAD OUT to change water.

I am ALWAYS ready to go change water.  Mom calls and I’m right there.

(Although, I do forget to ‘hear’ Mom or the four-wheeler sometimes when I’m out in the field.  But we won’t discuss that right now. I mean, you see, I never get yelled at, but—sigh—I have HAD to walk all the way home, just because I forget to listen for Mom to call or the four-wheeler to start.)

Well, anyway…that’s how this whole adventure starts…Mom and Dad and I are out on the farm changing the water on the new alfalfa field, when……………

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Twelve


Ruth fluttered down from her high perch, in the sky landing softly right by my side and in front of the four young skunks and their Mom! “Are your humans going to take some sort of action?” Ruth questioned.

“Mom is going off to call Dad on her phone thing and let him know what to expect, and then Dad will come.  Mom has to go a distance away so the men in the blue tent can’t hear her.”  I explained to Ruth.

“Humm”, Ruth mused to herself.  “Do any of you have plan? I think we need to get together a plan. We might need to come up with something to help out.”  Ruth put the tip of wing up to her forehead, while resting that wing on her other wing. “Hooo Hooo a plan.  We do need a plan.”

Just then Momma skunk walked toward Ruth and I, I held my breath, sometimes skunks are scared of Owls…like, you know, because Owls do EAT skunks, sometimes.

Ruth just kept marching around in a tight little circle muttering to herself…hum, hoo, hum, hoo.

“Stop!” Momma skunk demanded. “Stop that fidgeting and lend your wise brains to this problem.”

Ruth opened her very large eyes looking quite startled; all fidgeting stopped. I sat myself down on my beagle tail and closed my mouth with a snap.

“Now listen here,” Momma Skunk began, “We wait for your humans to appear…when they appear we will……”

YES!! That is exactly the thing to do.

We all congratulated Momma skunk, when around the bend came my MOM!

Ruth, rose silently into the trees above us, “See you in a short while,” she whispered as she left our group.

Momma and her babies faded into the Rabbit brush along the edges of Coyote Hill and I—-

Well, I just sat there waiting for Mom to come to me.

But Mom wasn’t alone.  Right behind Mom was Dad and right behind Dad was three neighbor friends each one carrying a gun of some sort.

Mom silently walked up to where I was sitting, pointed to way down the slope to messy camp of trash, campfire, and blue tent, with four booted feet sticking out of the tent door.

“Looks like the campers just might be taking a nap,” Dad whispered. Then Dad pointed a finger toward where they had just come from and every one left me again.

I stayed right where I was, Mom had pointed her finger right at me and said “Stay” with out a sound coming out of her mouth at all.  I KNOW that finger point.  Yes, I do.

So, I stayed.

I actually had the best seat in the house.  I could see Ruth, Momma Skunk, Oreo and his siblings, the two sleeping men in the blue tent, and, gradually I could see; first Dad on one side of the tent, then on each of the other sides Dad’s friends.  Mom came back to where I was and gave me lots of pets, while she squatted down beside me.  Mom was just as prepared as all the others.  More so, because she had ME!

I saw Dad give the come-on signal and I was OFF!

I raced down the slippery slope, heading right toward the tent, growling and barking the whole time.  One of the men was pushing his way out of the tent door when I saw—-MOMMA SKUNK! OREO! And the rest of the family turned with their tails fanned all fluffy and high, Ruth had just landed on the top of tent sending a loud screech into the air, then I reached the now completely in the open trashy cigarette smoking man.

I heard Momma skunk yell: “AIM! FIRE!”

Ruth let out the most horrendous scream, I think I have ever heard.

I headed right into the fog of green skunk fumes, latched my jaws into the back pocket of the just immerged man getting material and the muscle of his behind!

He swirled around trying to get me off him, when the second man stumbled out the tent; Ruth leaped off the top of tent right on the top of the second man’s head, talons grabbing into the man’s cap and into the man’s hair.

The whole place was bedlam.  Skunk fumes, screaming men, and screeching owl.

Oh, by the way, did you know skunks can aim and fire a second volley of green fog?

They can.

Yes, they can.  I know. I saw it in action.

I don’t remember much of the details, I do remember Dad and all his friends and Mom arrived just about the time of the second ball of massive skunk fog surrounded those men, Ruth, me and the whole camp site.

It was a stinking mess, that is for sure.

The finish of this little tale is those two men walked into a set, each, of handcuffs.  The loot they had been collecting out here on our little mesa —- stored in another blue tent around the corner and right on the TRAIL of the coyotes—gathered as evidence.

It took several days before the site was cleared for Mom and Dad to go clean everything up.  Mom said she was glad they couldn’t be there for several days, because skunk fumes don’t go away until it rains.

As for Momma, Oreo, the rest of the little surfeit…they gave me high-fives, and big smiles, as they left the blue tent area and headed back up to the Upper End.

Ruth grumbled very loudly for a long-time high up in her tree…I do agree with her…I don’t think I’ve ever heard of an owl that smelled like a skunk.

What an adventure!  Mom wasn’t even mad at me, while she bathed me.  Although, I must admit, I sure got tired of being bathed…every day for three days.

On the other hand, Mom had to burn her clothes and Dad’s clothes.  Even if that WAS his favorite cap!

The End


P.S.  We couldn’t have done as well, if Momma and Oreo and all the rest hadn’t been there.  They were the true heroes of the day!

Boomer, Sherlock Beagle

The End (once more)





The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Eleven


“LINDA! COME OUT HERE!”  Dad called.

“Okay, just a minute!” Mom sat down her rake and took off her gloves, she placed them in the wheel barrel, then started walking toward Dad and me.

She was poking along!

I kept dancing around Dad…running around the big Butler bins, then coming back and dancing around Dad.   Getting humans to understand dog is R.E.A.L.L.Y hard!

Then Mom was very close, so I ran to her and circled her a few times; running back to the Butler Bins and down the gated pipe road.

“What IS up with Boomer?” Mom wondered out loud.

“Doesn’t seem right.” Dad replied.

“No, it doesn’t, maybe we should follow him.” Mom started following me on foot.  “I’ll go some little ways, if it looks like I’m understanding him, maybe you could come see what’s up on the four-wheeler.  Who knows he might need to show us something.”

Dad went back to whatever he was doing.  I don’t know what it was, at least I have Mom…Mom will know what to do.  I took off at a dead run.

Oops!  I forgot Mom can’t run!  I stopped at the end of the gated pipe and waited for Mom to catch up.  When she got close enough to see which direction I was going I took off at a dead run again…this time reaching the bridge over the new cement ditch.

Then I waited.

I did this all the way over to the equipment area, Mom following along behind.  Gradually we got to the bottom of Coyote Hill.

I was pure wore out. I sat down at the bottom of Coyote Hill and looked at the little trail, which led around Coyote Hill, into the hollow where the blue tent was pitched.

I just waited and looked.

Mom arrived.  She looked rather hot and sweaty, but she was here—that was something.

“What is it, Boomer? You act like there is something I need to see.  Go ahead show me.  Show me.  If I have to have Dad come help I’ll call him on the phone.  It’s okay…show me, Boomer.”

Now that I was here I got sorta, kinda, like really, afraid something bad might happen to Mom.

But Mom kept petting me and giving me courage—and she does have her cell phone and Dad does have his cell phone, so I started creeping slowly, ever so slowly toward the spot where the blue tent was.  It would never do to come up on those men in a big rush and get Mom hurt or something.

“Boomie”, Mom talked gently too me, “Good dog, show me what it is you are concerned over.”  Mom started following me slowly, ever so slowly.  I wish Mom would get down and crawl, but I don’t know how to tell her, so I kept on creeping and letting Mom walk tall toward the area, where the blue tent, and all the garbage, and the men with the cigarettes were living.

I didn’t know what else to do.

Then suddenly we were there…at the little rise with an out-crop of boulders where Mom could look over into the hollow and see the blue tent.

Mom walked up tall right behind me, started to sit down where I was sitting, “Wow, Boomie!  That was a fast clip ….”  Mom stopped in mid-sentence and froze right where she was in an almost sitting down pose.

“What is this!”  Mom whispered to herself.

“So, THIS is what you wanted to show us.”  Mom sank to her knees and peered over the largest boulder. “Actually, this is Not good, not good at all” Mom whispered to me, petting me while she talked.

Mom backed away from the boulder and started back down the little trail, I saw her take out her cell phone and start dialing.

Good, I thought.  Mom is—

“BOOMER! BOOMER!” A very loud whisper shouted in my ear. I jumped three feet and fell down right in front of OREO!  And not just Oreo, but Oreo and his whole skunk family plus his MOM!

Now what I thought!  Mom is talking to Dad, whom I’m sure is on his way over here, two cigarette smoking men camped on the farm, and a whole family of skunks standing a few feet away from me!