My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Four

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Four

 

I decided my first stop was going to be way over at the other equipment area…Stewart and Stanley Squirrel had vacated our farmyard and moved over to the old equipment area after one of our adventures a while back and never came home again.

So, if I want to see them, I have to go over there.

Sometimes I go over with Mom…Mom likes to feed the squirrels and chipmunks who live over there; she doesn’t do it often, but when she does I always go with her.

I picked up my paws and trotted swiftly along…only stopping once in a short while to pick up any news about the farm—you know little tidbits of knowledge.

As soon as I got over to the equipment I ran into Stewart and then Stanley.

They are very busy gathering ‘stuff’ to push down into their cellars in their little holes…so busy they really couldn’t stop and talk to me.

Also, their cheeks were amazingly full.

I then moved on down to another piece of equipment looking for Chester the chipmunk and anyone of his family.

There he was and so was Chimmy his new girlfriend.  Neither one of them even gave me the time of day.

Well, that was disappointing!

I did see a few birds sitting around on the implements, but most birds always act rather afraid of me and fly off.

Speaking of flying off a HUGE bird flew right over my head and gave me the startle of my life!  I flung myself down and crawled on the ground I was so terrified I was going to be bird food. (Although, it would have to big a rather HUGE bird to pick me up, but still.)

I did check out the finch feeder Mom hung up to see who was visiting the feeder.

On my way back out the equipment area, I scared up a mess of ring-neck doves.

I bayed at them and a gave a little chase.  Not a huge chase just a little chase.  I mean, after all, I am on an adventure.

Then…right out the blue—a HAWK took out after the doves!  Talk about scattering doves, that did it!

I sat down and high-fived the hawk.  He didn’t see me.

I sniffed and snuffled all along the equipment, down in the tree hollows, over into the old fill-in silage pit when I saw

A Message is written in stone on the ground!

Come this way…help!  It said!

Help!?

I best go that way to see who is in trouble and what I can do to help.

With that, I was off…heading toward where?  I guess I will keep looking for signs until I can figure it all out!

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My 12th Birthday Party, A Sherlock Boomer Adventure, Chapter Three

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Three

We made it to the house, I yipped until Mom came to the door.  Chris was really nervous.  “Just remain calm, Chris. Tell Mom your story, I am positive she can help you.  And if she can’t help you I’ll bet you can live with me.”  I put a paw on Chris’ shoulder.

Mom opened the door and just stood there staring at us.  Right at that moment the little grandchild visiting us rushed right out and yelled that I had brought a friend home.

In Chris and I bounded.  Chris stopped on his way by my bedroom and got a really long drink of water out of my water dish, then he spied my cereal and woofed down four or five huge mouthfuls.  All the while the little granddaughter kept calling for us to come to see her.

Only after Chris’ got his thirst slacked and his tummy full did he head into the woodstove room to get loves.

Mom followed us in.

“Goodness, Boomer, where did this little fellow come from?”  She reached down and patted my back.

“Out on the farm…I tried to tell her.  He was lost and trying to get home.”  I tried with all my doggie might, but Mom just doesn’t know how to understand unspoken words.

“Well, let us see what we can do to find his home.” Mom said to Dad and Tally.  Then Mom got on the phone and started calling neighbors…no one knew the dog or even knew who might have a dog like Chris.

Then Mom started called the Vet Clinics in Delta — Yep!  Very soon she got a vet who knew the dog, knew the person who owned the dog, knew where the dog lives and the dog’s Mom’s phone number.

Mom then called Chris’ Mom and she was there in 10 minutes flat.  Chris and his family live two miles up the road from us…just two more miles and Chris would have made it home.

Still, I told Chris, “it’s a very good thing you came here…I promise you Coyotes live on the farm”!

We all waved goodbye to Chris as he sat in the backseat waving his little paw back at all of us.

Well, a good thing accomplished during my 12th Birthday Adventure.

Now…back to checking out the farm…I still want to go see some of my friends!

Boomer

 

 

2 My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Two

Off I went…sniffing here and there I headed into the cornfield inhaling as many odors as I possibly can.

Then I started into the new hayfield when I heard !!!!!   WHAT!!!!

A yipping sound!

Then a barking sound!

Then Suddenly Out of the weeds came a little white dog!

“MY! Heavens!  Who are you?” I asked.

Yip, Yip, bark, bark….twirling and swirling around me in a blur.  Finally, I put out a paw and tripped him!

Bam!

“Okay, settle down and tell who you are and what is going on.” I held my paw on his back.

“Chris! Chris is my name. Oh, Boy, am I glad to see you, it’s been terrible out here. Horrible!  Just awful!  I ‘ve been walking and walking for hours and hours and I am hungry and I am tired and  I am scared and I need my family.” Pant, pant, the little dog breathlessly told me.

“Alright!  If I remove my paw, you can sit up and be still. I will help you, but first, you MUST slow down and talk slow and walk slow and just slow DOWN.”

“Oh! Good!  You will help me!  Remove your paw and I will just sit here.”

I removed my paw very slowly.  VERY slowly!  I wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to sit still.

But he did.

“Say, you are a Jack Russell, aren’t you?”  I marveled.  “Not many Jack Russells out here in the country.”

“Yes, I am.” He beamed.  “My name is Chris and I lost my people.  We all went down to the giant canyon, I was riding in the back of the pick-up when I saw a rabbit bounce off the side of the road into the Rabbitbrush so I jumped out and gave CHASE!  When I looked up again I was in somewhere land and mom and the pickup were GONE!  Just gone!” Chris wailed.

“Okay…then what did you do?” I questioned him.

“I started walking. I headed in the direction I thought my home was and I started walking, and running, and hopping, and sniffing, and chasing a squirrel or a rabbit or two until I made it here.”

Humm….I remember those days for me also.  That is how I got Mom and Dad and Fuzzy…being lost and then found.

“Well, you are found now” I gave him a high-five with my right front paw, “Let’s go home to Mom she will know just what to do to find your people.”

“Okay!” Chris barked so off we went.

“I was lost like you once, Chris.  Only I was dumped out told to scram.”

“WOW! Really!  WOW! How Horrible” Chris looked at me with huge eyes.

“It was, but I found Fuzzy and the rest is history. Which reminds me, how in the world did you make it through Coyote world? Those creatures are vicious and scary and would have chomped you down in two gulps for a snack if they saw you?”

“I hid.  It was hard!  I had to crawl into the weeds in the field you found me in an inch my way slowly, slowly into a place where I thought they couldn’t find me.  They were soooo close it was scary.”  Chris started shaking and shivering.

“Well, you did okay…come on let’s run, Mom will be delighted to have you and she will know just what to do to find your people!”

With that, we took off running to my house!

 

My Thirteenth Birthday A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

My Thirteenth Birthday

Chapter One

 

This month I am 13…really Mom and Dad don’t know my birth month and I can’t remember…too little you see.  But it was in October I was rescued here on the farm…all skinny and worried and sad…caught in a live trap to see what was causing havoc out by the cornfield.

That is where I learned to LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! Canned cat food.

In the live trap, all scared and terribly hungry!

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Mom fell in the love with me the first time she saw me.  Fuzzy fell in love with me and shared his dog house, food, and dog bed with me until the October he went over the rainbow bridge.

So—-because Mom doesn’t know my real Birth day, the day she found me is my Birthday!

Mom found me on the 10th day of October.  The Vet said I was around 5 years old (just like Fuzzy was when Mom found him) that makes me THIRTEEN!

To celebrate my thirteenth years of being alive I decided it was time to take a wee walk about on the farm (who knows if I will be able to next year) and give myself a birthday party with all the friends I meet.

I have some really cool friends.  Friends that do NOT want to meet Mom or Dad and more than likely really won’t be invited to come into the yard….just say’n.

 

So here it is…October—almost November and I think it’s time I have a bit of an adventure.

I chose my time carefully…waiting for Mom and Dad to be very busy splitting wood — not watching me in any shape or form—and took off On A GREAT ADVENTURE CELEBRATING MY BIRTHDAY!

 

THANK YOU—Monday, September 7, 2015

7I am humbly over-whelmed at the good thoughts, the congratulations, the amazing support of my publishing of my story:  Boomer and the Mystery of the Missing Rabbits.

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I graciously thank each of you for your continued friendship,

Love,

Linda

I Finally Did It—Sunday, September 6, 2015

And of course I don’t know how to add this photo to my side bar….:(

Sherlock_Boomer_3DAnyway I finally did it.   It’s available on  Blurb.com   , if you are interested.  The pdf version is reasonable…and the soft cover seems to be in the ball park.

It was a long slog, way over my head in ability, to create the book and get an ISBN number.   I’m still not sure if I’ve done everything right.  I guess time will tell.   I started with what I had already written for the simple reason it it was written. ( I have other stories started, but not finished.)

Soooo  I did it.  A goal I sat for myself and then wondered if I made the right decision.

Of course life is about always learning…this was a BIG learning curve.  That for sure.

 

Your friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—A Hat and a Coat

A surprise arrived from my sister and brother-in-law, who live in Grand Junction, Colorado.

It was a Mother’s Day present for Mom, but in reality, it was a gift FOR ME!!!  Boomer!  Boomer Brown! (I love saying my name! BOOMER, BOOMIE BROWN!)

Sherlock Boomer!

Mystery

Now I can wear this when I’m on the case.

Not only that—

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I’m the face of the Beagle wearing the hat on the lady’s, Gale Moore’s web page of Doggy Duds!

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Sherlock Boomer Brown, Your Servant and Detective Extraordinaire

Boomer

 

Yard Work–and a Request–Thursday, April 23, 2015

Bleeding-Heart-2I have finally finished my serial about Sherlock Boomer.  I am very interested in what you think about the story.  Please feel free to leave me a comment and let me know your thoughts.  If you haven’t read the complete story or would like to please go to Sherlock Boomer on my header or click this blue line.  Because I wrote this as a serial, with a new chapter every Wednesday you will have to scroll clear down to the bottom, then click on older posts to get to the beginning-Chapter One.

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I had thought that a weekly chapter would be fun to read and to write.  I am of the mind now  it probably got long and tedious and boring.  Anyway, I am very interested in your thoughts and encourage you to leave a comment.  This way others can read what your wrote and I have a place where all the comments are collected.

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Finally, I have been able to work on my own yard–to do so I have to let my house go—soon, soon the renters will be in the other house. Right now I’m painting the bubble gum pink bedroom.  Once I’m finished they will come!

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It’s been delightful to see all the dainty spring flowers popping up from all the moisture we had.

14Just look at the beauty of the sky last night!  Stunning isn’t it.  The storm clouds built around the Plateau, never coming our way.  We went out at 6 p.m., to set water, then got in after the sun set.  I love seeing the setting or rising sun when we are out there on the land.  I just love it.

Anyway off now to get some work done.  Please don’t forget to give me your comments about the Sherlock Boomer–Mystery of the Missing Rabbits serial.

Your friend,

Linda

 

The Cast of Characters

The Cast of Characters

Boomer has taken up a new hobby…solving mysteries on the farm. His lovable canine super beagle nose leads him and his farm friends on delightful warm-hearted adventures.
Boomer is a Beagle….although, he doesn’t know he is a beagle.  He doesn’t hunt rabbits or mice or chase birds.  But he DOES love gathering the news.  It was after the loss of his very best friend Fuzzy and falling into a long funk that he decided it was time to start living again.  Since Boomer loves to gather the news, solving mysteries was the next step. (See the Fuzzy link)

Monkey Cat—lived in the house for years and years and years.  If Mom or Dad made her go outside she would climb on the screen door and hang there until they let her back in.  Then suddenly- the year she turned nine –she decided that she was old enough and brave enough to explore the big outdoors.   Boomer started taking the little fluffy fraidy-cat with him to see the farm…Monkey Cat has decided that visiting outside is, well, FUN!

Sam-Sam Cat — the wise and oldest animal on the farm.  Sammy is fifteen and the undisputed cat all around. Sammy is devoted to Mom and adores Dad.  He tolerates Monkey and only goes with Boomer to keep Boomer out of trouble.  Often times its Sammy who figures out what REALLY is going on.

Foxy and Red—warm-hearted Fox who live at the Upper End of the farm in a pile of old dead Cottonwood Trees. Mom doesn’t mind the fox family on the farm because there are NOT and chickens on the farm anymore.  But IF Mom were to get chickens again (she thinks about it a lot) then Foxy and Red would not be welcomed anywhere near the farm yard.   Boomer isn’t much of a watch dog or a guard dog.  Boomer has a warm heart for everyone, except the Coyotes.  So IF Mom gets chickens, Mom will need to get a guard dog for the hens.  Until that time…Foxy and Red pretty much have the run of the whole farm!

I’m Thinking of Something a Little Bit Different—Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Flock-1Look at the huge flocks of birds down where our eldest daughter lives!

FlocksMasses of Sandhill Cranes, and Canada Geese.  There are ducks in the field with them, but I couldn’t get a shot to turn out very well.

The sounds are LOUD!  Everyone talking all at once, doing their dances and singing love songs to each other…Valentines Day IS coming, you know.

They are so loud you can’t hear yourself talk!  🙂  Makes me smile.  I hollered over to them they could all fly down to our farm and hang out for a few days I would love to have them!  🙂

Now my bit of news.  All last year I tried to figure out HOW to make the Fuzzy and Boomer stories into a publishable book…I tried.  But all along I couldn’t get the proper feel of a actual story—they just kept feeling like blog posts.

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This year I am still interested in the book idea, but I’m going to go about it a different way.  You will notice at the top of my blog I have several categories one of which says: Sherlock Boomer.  Every Wednesday I am going to write a Chapter a week about Boomer and a small mystery on the farm….no dead human bodies in these mysteries or evil drug lords—just simple little mysteries which Boomer and his friends will solve in a few chapters.  At the end I should have a book.

The Cast of Characters

Boomer has taken up a new hobby…solving mysteries on the farm. His lovable canine super beagle nose leads him and his farm friends on delightful warm-hearted adventures.

Dog-Shadow

Boomer is a Beagle….although, he doesn’t know he is a beagle.  He doesn’t hunt rabbits or mice or chase birds.  But he DOES love gathering the news.  It was after the loss of his very best friend Fuzzy and falling into a long funk that he decided it was time to start living again.  Since Boomer loves to gather the news, solving mysteries was the next step. (See the Fuzzy link)

Cat

Monkey Cat—lived in the house for years and years and years.  If Mom or Dad made her go outside she would climb on the screen door and hang there until they let her back in.  Then suddenly- the year she turned nine –she decided that she was old enough and brave enough to explore the big outdoors.   Boomer started taking the little fluffy fraidy-cat with him to see the farm…Monkey Cat has decided that visiting outside is, well, FUN!

Shadow-Sam

Sam-Sam Cat — the wise and oldest animal on the farm.  Sammy is fifteen and the undisputed cat all around. Sammy is devoted to Mom and adores Dad.  He tolerates Monkey and only goes with Boomer to keep Boomer out of trouble.  Often times its Sammy who figures out what REALLY is going on.

Foxy and Red—warm-hearted Fox who live at the Upper End of the farm in a pile of old dead Cottonwood Trees. Mom doesn’t mind the fox family on the farm because there are NOT and chickens on the farm anymore.  But IF Mom were to get chickens again (she thinks about it a lot) then Foxy and Red would not be welcomed anywhere near the farm yard.   Boomer isn’t much of a watch dog or a guard dog.  Boomer has a warm heart for everyone, except the Coyotes.  So IF Mom gets chickens, Mom will need to get a guard dog for the hens.  Until that time…Foxy and Red pretty much have the run of the whole farm!

Starting tomorrow morning (Wednesday) I will begin my very first attempt at a book, in a serial format — a new chapter every Wednesday until the book is complete. Fridays with Boomer will still continue, because that is about our every day life on the farm seen through a dog’s eyes. A much different format than a serial posting resulting in a book.

Fire-2I am very excited about this new idea and hope to see all of you tomorrow!

Your friend,

Linda