I woke refreshed and ready to take on the world. Although….well, almost all the world…the part where I have to SIT on the world, or the house, or in a truck bed, or a car seat, that part about sitting I wasn’t ready to take on. My tail was rather sore. Mom said it was a good thing Rocky grabbed the base of my tail and pulled otherwise I might be sporting a tail without a tip today!
Mom and I stepped outside into a cold and restless day. The wind was wreaking havoc on anything and everything it touched, but Mom still wanted to leave the house.
I stood for a long time on the back step watching Mom walk toward the shed where she keeps our four-wheeler….Mom’s four-wheeler and my four-wheeler. Mom drives and I ride.
I refuse to learn to drive.
Anyway…I just let Mom go…it was cold and nasty and my tail hurt (don’t tell Mom she will make me stay in the house).
Then I noticed Mom noticed I wasn’t with her…
She started calling me-I turned my head into listening mode and just watched her.
Then she got down opened her arms and really called…
You know I just had to please her…she wanted me with her.
I realized I wanted to BE with her
So I ran into her waiting arms and she picked me up and put me on our four-wheeler.
Just as we were about to leave the yard the UPS truck pulled into the driveway. I started to get off, but Mom told me to “STAY”!
So I did.
Resentfully, I might add. I still bayed at the truck and the driver, but I stayed. I know ever so much better than jumping off…jumping off always hurts my knee; knee and a tail hurt didn’t seem like a good idea!
Then Mom and I were back on the four-wheeler heading out into the cold agitated wind. Over on the Plateau the big dark clouds were hovering with flashes of lightening twinkling within their midst; where we were it was sunny and bright.
Mom and dad were changing the water to a new set on the new ditch. Mom helped me down and invited me to follow along. I did. Then I sat for a spell and waited for Mom to get busy and forget I was here. Once she does that I take my little self-off to gather the news of the farm.
But… this time I didn’t get to go.
Mom watched me EVERY SECOND OF THE WHOLE TIME WE WERE OUT THERE!
The minute I looked like I was going to rise up off the ditch bank Mom would say “NO, Boomer! You have to stay here and heal. I don’t need to have you get into anymore scrapes…last time was enough!”
Let me tell you…that was a LONG TWO HOURS!
Finally we were done, Mom loaded me back up on the four-wheeler and she, dad and I were back home, cold and crisp as a fresh ice cubes.
We all headed inside Mom went to the spot where she keeps my ‘GOOD BOY TREATS’ and gave me a COOKIE!!!
WHOOO HOOO! I grabbed that thing as fast as lightening and headed out the back door.
I guess staying with Mom on the ditch bank wasn’t such a bad thing after all!