Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Four, Friday, July 3, 2020

Chapter Four

“This helping Mom is — well, boring, don’t you think, Mindy?”

“Actually, yes” Mindy replied. “I think I have things to do.” With that, Mindy climbed onto the heart log

Stretched out her claws and had a very good scratch.

“Mindy Lou-Sue,” Mom exclaimed.  “You are such a cute little kitty.”  Mom walked over to Mindy and gave her a really nice rub down. Then Mom picked her up and gave her a kiss on her little face.  Mindy was purring so loud I could hear her from way down by Mom’s feet.

Mom put Mindy down.  Mindy rubbed up against my legs and told me she needed to go do something.

With that, she was off.

I followed her for a bit,

then I got worried

I wouldn’t know what was happening

with Mom so I headed back.

It is very important to stay close to Mom,

who knows something bad might come charging out of the farm and get MOM!

I sat next to Mom for a very long time.  Long enough I started to pant.  Finally, Mom said: “Let’s take a break, Boomer. I’m hot, your hot; we need to cool down.”

It was HOT!  Very hot.  Mom and I headed toward the shade.  Mom sat down, I sat right by her, then I got a BELLY RUB!!! OH! MY WONDERFUL! BELLY RUB!  My back leg started scratching as fast as it would go!  OOPS!  I got Mom’s hand.

O! Well, that was the end of the belly rub.  I jumped up and hid.

“Come back here, Beaglie. You didn’t mean to do something bad.” Mom called me back over to her for MORE PETS!!

I AM IN HEAVEN!

Just then Mom and I heard.

MEOW!  MEOW! MEOW!  VERY LOUD!!! 

Mom and I got up and looked to where the sounds were coming from.

“Mindy!  You have a mouse!” Mom exclaimed!

Mindy ran over to Mom with her mouth FULL of mouse!

“MOUSE, MOM!”  Mindy announced.  “Just for you!  I brought you a present.”

“What a good kitty you are,” Mom petted Mindy all over her head and backbone. “You are such a good mouser.  Thank you so much, Min-Min.”

Mindy gave Mom kitty love eyes, then sat to work eating—– you guessed it MOUSE!

This day as turned out to be a really good day.  When Mindy started snacking on the mouse Mom went into the house and got me a yummy piece of Dog Chicken Jerky.

O! The JOY!

I gobbled my stick of chicken jerky in three bites (I didn’t want Mindy to get any) then headed toward the lawn.

Flopping down I gave myself a good roll this way and that way, squiggling my back all over the grass…

This Feels good.

 

This feels very good.

 

I looked up to see Mindy right by my head.

“We sure have a good life, don’t we, Boomer?”

I looked her square in the eye, then gave her a big slurp on the top of her head.

“WE DO!” I shouted.

After that, we both ran off chasing each other on the lawn.

 

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Three, Friday, June 26, 2020

Chapter Three

Off we went, Mom, Dad, and I clear to the Upper End, then over to the Rocky Point.

After all that riding I was more than ready to get down when they finally stopped at the Middle Field to change and set the water in the growing alfalfa.

I HAD to get DOWN!

Riding so much hurts my bum leg, you see.

Down I went.

I sorta kinda hung out with Mom and Dad watching and waiting for a time when I could slip away and get some of the news out on the farm.

Good. They are busy packing siphon tubes, setting water…I’m off!

Oh!  Look…a bunny.  Darn. It hopped away too fast.

Oh, well… Quail!

Cool!

OOPS! I think I scared it.

Moving on now… PHEASANT!

I jumped back fast,

that bird was ON a MISSION!

When I jumped back the pheasant screamed and hollered I scared him so bad.

Then he took off in a run, flapping wings and he was gone.

About that time I heard:  “BOOMER! WHERE ARE YOU? TIME TO GO!”

I turned my old ancient self around and heading back to Mom and Dad who were waiting for me.

Then Mom picked me up, put me back down on my very soft fluffy rug…Mom had put a 1” thick piece of foam under my rug and over the ply-wood so my hip wouldn’t hurt like it used to.

I squirmed down, snuggled up to Mom; we were off!

Over to the old Apricot tree (lots of apricots way up high), checked out the ditches in the horse pasture, Mom and Dad petted T’Ata and Glory,

then home again…

Nice. (I have to walk with my tail down when I hurry too fast)

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Two, Friday, June 19, 2020

Chapter Two

 

Okay, enough is enough!

I’ve slept the sleep of the dead. I’ve slept on the kitchen floor where I can keep cool.

I’ve slept in my warm Boomer Sofa where I can stay warm.

I’ve slept out in my bedroom where I can stretch out and roll around.

I’ve SLEPT!

I’m tired of sleeping.

Just say’n

It’s TIME to GO OUTSIDE!

I pushed the back door open, picked up my bum leg, and hopped outside!

There is news out here just I know!

Let’s see check this out.

Now check this out

What’s over here.

OKAY!  That’s enough.  Time to move off the step.

Into the Garden, I go

Look this way

And That

OOOOOOOOOOOOO BAYYYYYYYYYYYY SMELL THIS!!!

Raccoon…during the night.

Always. RACCOON in the Garden!  BAYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Oh! Hi Mom!

Raccoon in your garden

Go figure.  Mom doesn’t understand Beaglie talk.

Oh, Well…I’ve known that for years.

Oh! Here comes Dad!

“Come on Boomer!  Let’s go!” Mom called me.

GO!
You Bet!

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know (Friday, July 12, 2020)

Chapter One

I am feeling, better, better, better!  Boy is that sensitive nose of mine a mess.  I have to be very careful and NOT go out in the wind.

Or the weeds. Or the grass.

The second I go out in the wind my nose becomes infected. Then I’m sick and I have to take medicine which makes me very, very sleepy.

BUT…

TODAY! I feel GOOD! I feel good enough I am GOING TO DO SOMETHING NO MATTER WHAT MOM SAYS!!!

Now what started all this, you ask.  Well,

I was out checking all the news right after my very yummy break-the-long-night-fast of a boiled skinless, boneless chicken thigh.

(Mom is afraid I have developed an allergy to food so she is monitoring EVERYTHING!  Although, I do find the REAL boiled chicken thigh very yummy.  I can slurp that right down in two gulps.)

So, anyhoo here I am checking out the farmyard…lots of interesting things out here to sniff— when one has a sniffer.

I haven’t had a sniffer since forever!

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Hummm

What do we have here…?!

Sniff, sniff, snuff

Raccoon.  Yes.  We have lots of raccoons, I think we are a major highway for raccoons.

Raccoons will kill and eat chickens, you know.  That’s why Mom always and forever locks up the two hens each and every night.  Locks them up tighter than a drum.  Gota keep ‘um safe, ya know.

Yes, raccoon…and WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

WAIT!

WHAT IS THIS!

Not a raccoon.

I don’t think I know this smell.

Sniff, sniff…oooooooooooo, yes, I do.  DANGER in the form of QUILLS!

NOT GOOD!

I better let Mom know.

But, wait!   I think I had better go check out around the Butler Bins and the farm equipment and the….

I took off trotting out of the farmyard when I heard:

“BOOMER!  WHERE ARE YOU?!  BOOMER! YOU COME BACK HERE!”

“BOOMER!”

Sigh!

I turned around…shoot.

MOM!  THERE YOU ARE! I LOVE YOU, MOM!

I hobbled up to Mom with my tail going in a circle.

“Boomie, you can’t go off on a walk-about anymore.  Your back leg doesn’t work, your knee hasn’t really healed from whatever you did to it this winter, you can’t see well, and your hearing is off.  I’m sorry Beaglie, your exploring days are over.  You have to stay in the yard and close to mom now.”

Mom reached down and gave my ears lots of rubs, pets, strokes, and a big kiss on my nose.

Sigh.

Okay, whatever you say Mom, I thought as I followed her back into the yard, then into the house.

Settling down, I made myself comfortable…I’ll sleep for a spell. BUT I think I still might do a walk-about sometime.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

 

 

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Three

Chapter Three

It wasn’t long before Mindy got tired of my checking out the safety of the farm.

“This is just plain boring, Boomer.” Mindy whined, “Cats don’t like sniffing around and checking out things, we like to MOVE!”

“Well, you better like it…there are other fur animals out there who LIKE to EAT cats!  Since, I rather like you, I want to make sure it’s safe for us.

With that I took off, sniffing here and there and here and there, while Mindy sat on the fence and glared at me.

Too bad, I thought.  I MUST make sure we are safe.

It was while I was sniffing here and there Mom and Dad came out.

I joyfully ran over to them wagging my tail…and I must confess…completely forgetting all about Mindy and the adventure we were going to go on.

Meanwhile—-Mindy didn’t forget.

Gathering her feet—

off she went leaving everyone behind.

 

 

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Boomer! Let’s get on the move!  Sleeping our lives away is boring.  Just plain boring!” Mindy meowed at me.

“WHAT!” I sputtered. “You, a cat; who sleeps at LEAST sixteen (16) hours in twenty-four (24) hours, is telling ME sleeping is BORING?!?!”

“Oh, stop your sputtering and let’s go!”  Mindy walked to the kitchen.  Suddenly stopped.  Stopping so suddenly I bumped into her.

“Why did you stop, Cat?” I grumbled.

“The door, Boomer.  We need Mom to open the door so we can go out!”

Mindy turned and bounded up the stair meowing for Mom.  I could hear her heavy bounces on the stairs; one step-two step bounce, MEOW, one step-two step bounce, MEOW!

From far away, and far off I heard Mom’s tiny voice, “You want out, Mindy?  Okay, just a minute.  Let me finish—”

“MEOW!”

“Oh, alright,” Mom replied.

Then I heard Moms’ footfalls across the upstairs floor.  Then I heard Mindy start bounding back down.  As soon as I heard Mindy’s very loud cat footfalls, I pushed my nose against the back door, shoved it open with my shoulders and WAM! I was out and the back door slammed behind me!  Hehe

I walked over to the large silver water bowl and started helping myself to huge laps and gulps of cold, delicious…BRRRRRRRRRRRR ICE WATER!

I swallowed the very last sliver of ice just as Mindy came slithering out the back door.

“Yay FREE.

Let’s go, Boomer! The world is waiting!”

Mindy picked up her paws gave a little hop, skip and dance

peeling off toward the Butler Grain Bins.

I watched for a short while, gathered my paws under me and sped after her.

AWAY on an Adventure, WE GO!  I bayed!

 

 

Mindy and Boomer Have an Adventure Chapter One

“Boomer?”

“Hey, Boomer! I’m bored.  Do you want to do something?”

Snore, snerk, huh!?! Wha?! I opened my eyes to see Mindy cat staring right at my left eye.

CLOSE!

Like RIGHT INTO MY LEFT EYE!!

I jumped up, knocked Mindy over, shook my head, watched Mindy tumbled sorta backward, then left and squirm to right, land on her feet facing me, while I stretched my whole body out as far as it could go; giving a HUGE yawn all at the same time!

Fully upright and staring right at me, Mindy glared, then gave a huge MEOW laugh.  “Scared ya didn’t I?”

“Min, what is this all about?  I was sleeping soundly and right in the middle of a very good dream.” I rather growled at her.

“I’m bored, Boomer.  There is nothing to really do now.  Everything is wet outside, the birds are hiding, the mice are hiding, and I’ve chased off all the stray cats.  I need something to do.”

 

“Staying right here by the woodstove seems pretty okay by me,” I stated.

“I know.  I like it too. But…. I still want to do something. Like maybe, when the rain stops, we could go exploring?”

“Exploring?  Sure, Mindy, we can do that.  Just as soon as the rain stops and Mom gets home (or Dad) whoever is first.  They have to open the door for you to go outside. Then we will go exploring!

“OH! YAY! WONDERFUL!” Mindy yowled. “Let’s talk about what we will explore.  You lay right there, and I will curl up next to you, and make plans.

“First you tell me what you want to see, then I will tell you what I want to see—-Boomer?  Hey, Boomer!  Are you already asleep?”

Shoot.  I guess we will have to make plans after Mom and Dad get home.  Scoot over Boomer, I want a nap also.

Ahhhhhh….nice! ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Traveling Here and There Friday, August 30, 2019

Mom and I hopped onto the four-wheeler and headed over to

the old grain head to see if Mom could find anyone to take a photo of.

Now….let me tell you…that takes TONS of time.  Sit, wait, sit, wait…not! For! ME! 

I take off sniffing around the area to get the local news.  Mind you, I don’t go as far as I used too.  These old legs of mine just don’t like to travel like they did years ago.

But I still head off.  Let Mom sit there and WAIT.

So Mom waited and saw:

Quail,

Stanley the Squirrel,

 

Chip

and a cool bird, neither she or I had ever met.

Then, even MOM got bored, so we headed back home.

After lunch, and a very long nap for me—I got a little tired out there—

Dad said, “Who wants to go to town with me?”

You guessed it!

MOM and I!

Boomer, your wonderful Beagle friend

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

 

We all made it home.

To MY home.

Momma Deer, King, Kit, and the raccoons. Oreo didn’t want to come, which, probably was a good thing.

(You understand…that nervous lifting of his tail, just might, MIGHT, make for some not pleasant adventures at our farmhouse.)

Mindy met us at the grain bins.  She was very surprised to see the ‘whole gang’ arrive.

She hissed and meowed and ran off the moment she saw Kit.

The Raccoons were delighted to find all the apricots

just lying around for the eating.

Momma and King settled right in on my Mom’s yard

munching along on fun new tastes.

Kit started hunting in Mindy hunting spots for mice,

so Mindy took off.  She said Kit can have the haystack area, she will take the gardens.

So, there you have it.

The end of my adventure at a very elderly age.

Home again, Home again.

THANK HEAVENS!

Boomer Beaglie a.k.a. Sherlock Brown

 

 

Off on an Adventure Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Off I went…over hill and dale.  Hill and Dale, consists of going over the top of COYOTE Hill and down into the valley by COYOTE Hill.

I kept on keeping on then suddenly I ran into a rank nasty smell——–COYOTE POOP!
And it’s FRESH!

OH! MY! GOODNESS!

Coyotes are in the area!

I sat down to ponder what to do next.  It seemed rather quickly that the sun sat and there I was in the dark!

Alone.

On COYOTE HILL!

With FRESH COYOTE POOP just before my eyes and nose!

What am I going to do!?!?!

Dark came up and swallowed me while I sat there.

I couldn’t decide which way to go or which way to turn.  If the coyote poop was fresh then that means coyotes are here, close by, like right NEXT to me.

While I was sitting there, still as a statue a coyote came trotting up and over the hill.

I about passed out.

Scooting myself under a brush I tried to make myself small, small, small.

The coyote moved on.  Trotting over the little hill looking for food.

Shudder!!!

I was just crawled out from under my safety brush when the family of Raccoons came running by…fast.

As fast as raccoons can run!

One of the raccoons ran right smack dab into me bowling me over.

“Get up dog! Coyotes are coming…four of them.  They are just about here!”

I scrabbled in terror and started running with the raccoons.

We ran and ran and ran finally reaching a place of safety.

We all hid again.

Then there the coyotes were; moving along in a zig-zap fashion sniffing the ground hunting for MICE!

Oh, thank you so much.  Mice are hard to catch, very time consuming, and require lots of concentration.

The raccoons and I huddled together and waited. It wouldn’t do to move around now and draw attention to us…. we are all much bigger than mice and could fill tummies much easier and much fuller.  Just say’n.

We sat there waiting and waiting and waiting.

The night grew darker. And darker.

There wasn’t a moon in the sky and the stars were hidden behind clouds.

“I’m going for help!” the littlest Raccoon announced in a whisper.  “We need help!” with that statement he was gone.

The night wore on.

The coyotes kept right on hunting, moving here and there. Sometimes stopping to chew on a mouse.  We could hear the crunch of little bones and the squelch of teeth…oh! My!

Then the little raccoon was back. And with him—-

YAY! I almost jumped up and out of my hidden spot

A WEAPON!

We all high-fived each other gave our weapon (Oreo) paws up with big smiles on our faces.

Our little hero walked off, with a purposeful stride, heading right toward the coyotes.

We saw the tail raise

BAM! The air around us, the coyotes and our little weapon, Oreo,  turned the air into the most satisfying odor of all skuniness!!!!

We were saved!

The coyotes ran off howling!

We rolled out of our hiding places roaring with laughter!

It was a joyous and wonderful occasion.