The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— My Monday, and Tuesday, and….

Monday Mom and I went to the Groomer’s Shabby Chic spot.  Where MOM LEFT ME!!! FOR A WHOLE HOUR!!

Then she came back…Boy was I ever glad.  (To tell you a secret I like going to the groomer’s I just don’t like Mom leaving me so I act up until she is out the door.  Once I see the door shut. POOF! I’m a different dog.)

Then Mom was back.

I jumped very readily into the car; I always jump in very readily!

Then Mom and I WENT TO TRACTOR SUPPLY!!!

Where I checked out all the corners (again) and got lots of pets, but no treats this time.

On the way home Mom had to stop at the Vet Supply place.  They have cool dogs there!  We all sniffed butts!  You can learn lots of stuff by smelling a butt, let me tell you. Try it sometime, you’ll see. Er, smell..you’ll know.

The next day Mom, Dad, and I finished up gathering ALL the syphon tubes…there were fifty million trillion more…Dad said he was glad that job was done!

This time I stayed in the truck.  Mom didn’t want me rolling in something since I just got my white parts shiny.

THEN —–THE COWS CAME!

Which means we go out and check on them daily…by that Mom and I go for a walk.  Sometimes Dad goes with us and we go for a ride.  It’s really, really, really cold now…6* F (-14 C) Thursday morning;

this means I have to wear a coat when we go on the four-wheeler the air is just too shivery for me.

Thursday night we (Mom, Dad and I) had to go down and get a cow out of the fenced in area where the equines live.  Mom says: “One thing about cows…they always keep things interesting.”

Works for me…if Mom is interested that means I get to go with her and do even more things than normal!

A smiling beagle,

Boomer

 

 

 

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The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— My Week

First off…TALLY CAME!!! Tally always hugs and loves on me THE BEST!

Tally also had a first…Dad announced she was now old enough to drive the four-wheeler BY HERSELF!  She was really proud of that moment. She drove here and there and wherever Dad said she could go!! Not all the time, but when Dad said she could!

One day we all were up at the Upper End when Mom spotted the biggest news at the Upper End (and the Biggest News of the WHOLE week)!

Something killed and ate a HAWK!!!  Feather’s everywhere.

Later on in the afternoon Tally took a bike ride and we went way back up there to check out the feathers, and the news…you KNOW I love gathering the news!

Tally took three feathers — two for her and one for Grammy.  Grammy likes to find feathers she puts them in a special place.  When Mom/Grammy finds a feather she always thinks it’s a gift from the bird to Mom/Grammy.

Anyway, as Tally was gathering feathers she JUMPED back and gave a start I came over to see what happened…  “There’s a foot/claw in there, Boomie” she said. “Whoever ate this hawk forgot to eat one foot.”  I saw Tally shudder.  Humm…wonder why she shuddered.

Then she put the three feathers in her ponytail and we headed back.

The next morning Grandpa and Tally went for a very early four-wheeler ride and they saw a GREAT! BIG! BIRD! Sitting in a tree close to the place where the hawk was dinner.  Grandpa/Dad wasn’t real sure what the bird was, but Tally thought it looked like a Golden Eagle…Grandpa/Dad said that was very possible since we have them around here.

Mom, Tally, Dad, and I saw the buck who is living close by. He lost the battle of the Back Forty to a younger buck (Dad saw them battling); he mopped his way down here and has been sluppling around in a depression ever since.  Mom says he is beautiful but she isn’t sure she likes him hanging around in her yard. (Although, I did see Mom take out two pumpkins, smash them, and pull them open for the buck to eat….just say’n.)

Oh…to be fair Mom did put the pumpkins in the corn field, not on her lawn.

We went to town one day TO MY STORE!!! But Mom wouldn’t let me get out this time…she said Dad was just running in for a minute (more like FOREVER) and we were waiting in the truck.

I pouted…that’s MY STORE!  The only store in the whole wide town I get to go in and smell TOWN things.  Grump, grump!

Then it was time for my little buddie to leave. Sigh…sure was sad to see her drive off.

I took myself to my bed and just laid there forever feeling so sad….

Mom came to me and said she and Dad were going for a walk…do I want to come or continue laying on my bed.

I sat up and looked at her….WALK!

You bet I’m ready for walk!

Well, that’s my week…lots of ups and downs.  But when it comes time for a walk…I AM YOUR DOG!

Boomer

 

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 12

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

Chapter 12

I made my way down the very fast and swiftly running creek.  Sniffing here and there looking for a narrow spot I could jump from…jump from this side to the next side.

Down I went—looking and looking.

SUDDENLY I saw the perfect spot!

One of Dad’s cross-over pipes.  A cross-over pipe carries the water from one field to the next field by going OVER the canal, or in this case, the creek!

Picking my Beagle feet up and placing them carefully I was up and over the swollen creek in a rush.  I had to move quickly because dog toenails are slick and can slip and slide on pipe!

Once on the other side I collapsed!  My knees were all shaky and my legs couldn’t hold me up.  That was one scary pipe.

Not because of the pipe itself, but because of the raging water underneath the pipe!

I laid on the dirt on the other side of the pipe taking big breaths of air waiting for my heart to calm down.

I laid there gulping big breaths of fresh air until my lungs started hurting and I got a sore throat.

Okay, Boomer, I said to myself.  It’s time to get up and head home.

I started up the hill, ran down the hill, trotted across the little pond’s dam

and loped up onto one of the farm roads.

Of course along the way I had to check out the news to see what sorta things happened while I was gone.

I admit this might have taken a little longer than I would like,

but, ah…

Beagles who guard farms really must gather information to keep farms…ah safe, you know.

Gradually

I made it to the road to the Upper End!

YAY!

Then it was down the little field, toward the pinto bean fields, finally I stood at the beginning of two of the CORN FIELDS!

Not long now!

Down the corn fields, across the end of two of the corn fields and finally I was HOME!

I was dragging my beaglie body the last few steps when Mom came out of  the door and ran toward me.  (Did you know old ladies can run?  They can!  Well, at least Mom can! 🙂 )

HOME!!!

I think I’m done doing nothing…

from now on I think I will just enjoy my Beaglie life of taking care of the farm

and never complain about not doing nothing again!

Sherlock Boomer

October 2017

 

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 11

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

                     Chapter 11

Morning came all wet and dreary.

Dreary and wet.

And cold.

I felt all shivery inside and hungry.

I mean, after all, I NEVER sleep outside unless I just want to. I sleep inside on my really soft orthopedic bed!  And if I get cold Mom will cover me up with a blanket!

If I DO decide to go outside and sleep, it’s in the SUMMER TIME and it’s HOT in the house.  Then I sleep in my really comfy dog house on a nice fluffy bed.

This morning I was all a tremble because I have very short fur, and not so furry tail and I have very short fur, which is really HOUSE fur…not outside fur.

I have decided this doing nothing is getting real old.

And on top of all this there is no BREAKFAST!

None!

No cereal and no turkey sausage.

NOTHING!

Okay.  I didn’t say this to Momma Fox and Kit, because, after all they stay out here ALL the time…wind, rain, snow…sunshine…you name it.  I really don’t think they would understand or even CARE if I told them about my beds or my food.

BUT I did think it…I really did.

“HEY, Boomer! Let’s go down and look at the creek, I can hear it roaring and crashing and thundering …maybe there will be breakfast down there.”

Breakfast…my tummy growled and my ears perked up.

“Okay, breakfast sounds like a very good idea.”

Kit and I took off up the hill, down the hill, over the hill with all the ant piles to the creek.

“WOW! That’s huge!  That’s a HUGE amount of water!”  Kit just stopped and stared at the little tiny creek that was now a HUGE RAGING amount of water.

I stopped and stared with him.

It’s huge and swift and just amazing.  I don’t think I have ever seen so much foamy water in that little creek ever!

I stood there mesmerized.

Gosh…how am I ever going to make it home to mom?

I wonder how long it will take before the raging river will become the little creek I like to paddle around in.

I just stared.

Turning to Kit I started to say something when I saw him stop, jump and bite down on something…

“BREAKFAST!” Kit hollered at me with his mouth full.  “Mice! Grab a couple!”

I just looked at kit with the mouse tail hanging out of his mouth…for all the world and a day he looked just like Mindy cat.

“Okay,” I replied.  Putting my nose to the ground.  I started sniffing around, but to be honest with you…I really didn’t try to find any mice.

While I was sniffing around I got this idea that I maybe, just maybe I could find a way to get over this raging water and find my way back home.

Taking my nose, my paws and my brain I headed down the creek thinking if I could get to the area where the creek narrows down I could maybe jump over to the other side.

“Hey, Kit! I’m going to go see if I can find a way to get over the creek and then maybe get to the other side.” I yelped.

“You go ahead, Boomer.  I’m not in any hurry to leave here.  The snacks are plentiful.  I’ll just stay with Mom.  See you around sometime, Boom!”  Kit went back to pouncing and eating.

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing my way along the edge of the creek searching for a narrow spot which would allow me the chance to get on-too the other side.

And on the way home!

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 10

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter 10

What a cold wet night!

It rained.

It thundered.

The lightening flashed and zinged and sizzled, blinding Momma Fox, Kit and myself.

Momma Fox and Kit didn’t act like anything bothered them.  They curled up in an old abandoned coyote hole, wrapped their big bushy tails around their eyes and

WENT TO SLEEP!’!”!

The old coyote den was big enough for me, the two fox and whatever else might be in there with us.

I sat by the hole in the den, belly to the ground, head up, eyes open and ears HELD WAY UP trying to catch any sort of sound that just might, maybe, hopefully could be Mom calling me.

Even Dad calling…Dad or Mom calling would be a good thing.

If I heard either one, or both of them, I would pick up my little beaglie legs and high-tail it to them as fast as I could.

Yes I would!

No fool’n around…just jump right up, bark a good-bye to Kit and Momma Fox and head toward Mom, Dad or Mom and Dad’s voices!

BAM!

ZING!

CRASH!
If I had a long busy tail I would cover my eyes also!

Ah..No I wouldn’t…I didn’t want to miss Mom heading down the hill covered with ant piles heading toward the Forest…Mom wouldn’t be able to find me if I didn’t keep an eye out for her!

The wind roared causing the trees in the forest to bend and sway, creak and groan…

CRACK!

Low growling rumble and then another

FLASH!!!

I looked out of the den hole and saw sheets of rain pouring down, walls of rain…even large bouncing balls of ice splattered onto the soil in front of the coyote hole.

The wind screamed, the rain poured, the nasty ice balls stopped and more rain pelted down in their place.

The night wore on, the storm raged and raged and raged.

There I lay a tiny soul lost in the Forest, in a coyote den with TWO fox.  Who would ever believe THAT!?!?!?

A tiny tear rolled down my left cheek and dropped onto the dirt floor…I MISS MOM!!!

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 9

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Nine

Meanwhile………….

Back at the farm house

Mom and Dad came home!

Mindy and Sam-Sam were there to meet Mom and Dad, but…

Hum…not me, the world-famous Sherlock Boomer Beaglie.

Mindy told me that Mom called and called and called.

No Boomer

Then Mom and Dad came out and got on their four-wheelers and left!

After a long, long time they came back.

Then Dad went out by himself.

By now it was getting dark.

Mom walked around and called my name lots.

Mom and Mindy walked out to the corn field and called my name.

Then it started to rain.

Mindy said Mom picked her up and went into the house.

Mindy heard Mom tell Dad she hoped Boomer was okay; it’s raining and she heard the coyotes up at the Upper End.

Off and on Mom would got out throughout the night and call my name.  Mindy didn’t go with her.  Mindy said she knew I would be home sometime, maybe just not right now.

Sammy and Mindy climbed onto Dad’s lap and took a nap.  Mom was too nervous to have a cat sleeping on her.

As for Kit and I…well, it rained, you see, and the creek rose up.

By the time the creek rose up, Momma Fox was over with us scouting around for mice and such to eat.

As for me…I guess I sorta, kinda, well…lost track of time.

 

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 8

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

Chapter Eight

Momma Fox liked naps.  But how in the world could Kit and I like a nap when there was so much to do and so little time to do ‘stuff’ in!  In this case we have to get lots of NOTHING done before Mom and Dad get back!

“RACE YOU!” I shouted as we made it to the very tall grass at the Upper End!

“Okay, you’re on!” Kit replied as he left me in the dust.

Cough, hack, sneeze, and cough!  I stood there rubbing the dirt out my eye with one paw then the other.  Finally I lay down and rubbed both eyes with one paw.

THERE I can see again!  Up I jumped following that youngster as fast as my beaglie legs can carry me!

Up we went, down we went; suddenly then we were there!

Kit got there first sniffing all around the base of the trees looking for mice holes, I sniffed around looking for news!

I don’t eat mice.

I don’t eat rabbits.

I don’t eat birds.

I don’t eat chickens…Kit and his Mom eat chickens.  They REALLY like chickens…for lunch…dinner…supper…breakfast…SNACKS!  Anytime, really.  Besides chickens are easy to get—all they have to do is go down to my sister’s house hang out in the pasture with Romeo the horse, or in the corn field next to the yard and wait.

If they wait long enough one of those crazy silly birds will come scratching along looking for bugs, or a nice place to take a dust bath and BAM!  The fox have FOOD!

That’s why Rocky Chaco Man and Black Dog hang out in the yard wherever the chickens are.  Rocky and Black Dog take a very dim view of fox capturing and eating chickens.

A VERY dim view!

Out of twenty chickens the fox have snacked on 6 over the course of 6 months.  One a month.  That’s all they feel it’s worth almost getting caught by Rocky Chaco Man the Rottweiler!

Rocky says one a month is TOO much!

See the fox wait until Rocky and Black Dog get to go for a ride with their Mom.  Going with their Mom is a HUGE wonderful treat.  When the two dogs are gone, then one of the fox, either Mom Fox or Kit slip into the yard and SQUWAK it’s chicken for dinner, or lunch, or supper, or breakfast, or just a nice SNACK!

I try to reason with them about NOT taking the chickens…the chickens are pretty much my friends, as much as the fox are, but they don’t listen to me.

Sigh!

Anyway…here we are in the forest at the Upper End.  Having a quick adventure, because we MUST get back before Momma Fox wakes up, and then I had better be way back home by the time Mom and Dad come back from their drive!

Oh!  And we HAVE to be over the little creek BEFORE it starts to rain!

That’s a must!  If we don’t get over the little creek before it starts to rain we won’t be able to do the other two AT ALL!

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 7

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Seven

 

 

Momma Fox, Kit, and I sprinted down the cement ditch, into the Forty Acre Pasture, skirted around the hills at the Upper End, then loped up the side of the Rocky Point!

Up on Rocky Point we started milling around noses to the ground…sniffing here and there…

giving the Badger hole a wide berth…walking around a very LONG way around the Badger home…I’ve been chased by a very mean, MAD, badger once and Once was way and by far ENOUGH!

We sniffed our way into the Sagebrush and Rabbit Brush, all the while buzzard shadows kept sliding over us, the ground, and even over the vegetation.

Sniffing this way and that I suddenly heard Momma Fox exclaim: “DEAD Rabbits!  Two of them!  Hurry Kit…FOOD!”

I saw Kit make a mad dash into the Sagebrush, then I heard…bones crunching.

Works for me!

I didn’t head in—Momma Fox said two rabbits and there were two fox and one beagle.  The beagle always gets a bowl of canned dog food every day, plus dog treats AND a cool turkey sausage for breakfast.

This was their only meal so-far today.  I sat down by the four-wheeler trail Mom and Dad use to check fences and waited.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Momma Fox and Kit emerged from the Sagebrush patch, licking their lips and walking just a little bit spryer.

“Sure feels good to have food in your tummy!” Kit explained to me.

Momma Fox sat down and wrapped her tail around her body, looking up she saw the buzzards had drifted away.

“Guess we made it just in time.” Momma Fox gave a satisfied little smile.

“The buzzards are gone and our stomachs are full—maybe it’s time for a little nap.  You boys stay safe around here, it looks like it might rain.  If it does the little creek rises up pretty high; we will need to be heading back to the corn fields if it rains.”  Momma Fox curled up in a tiny little ball, tucked in safe under a huge Rabbit Brush, looked at both of us with one sleepy eye—and went to sleep!

“Shhh”, Kit admonished…”Momma is a light sleeper. Let’s tip-toe out of here and head over the little creek, past the pond and go play in the forest at the Upper End.

Creeping very carefully and extremely cautiously Kit and I took off…

back down the Rocky Point, over the little bridge by the pond, splashed our way through the little creek, up onto the hill with lots of anthills and down the other side to the FOREST of the Upper End!

 

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing, Chapter 5

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes”

Chapter Five

The next day was just one of your ordinary days…. After the early morning water changing, Mom did something in the house all morning…I tried to stay in there with her, but it was BORING so I headed outside.

Dad was outside doing Dad stuff.  I don’t do Dad stuff…it’s worse than boring.

The cats were just lying there sleeping on the relaxing furniture—-hummm.  That looked pretty okay.

So I laid down with them.

Okay.

That was the morning!

Then the afternoon we all went to check the water again, afterwards Mom did stuff in the yard.

I tried to do stuff in the yard with her, but it was lots of walking back and forth and to and fro and whew!  Mindy tried to help also, but soon it was just too much for both of us.

I didn’t even think of doing anything with Dad.

I took another nap.  Seems to work the best for working.  J

 

After supper we made a quick run to check on the water, start any tubes which had stopped, and add two or so to the rows the water wasn’t getting to the end.

Then back home.

I was just settling down to wait patiently by the kitchen door when Mom and Dad came out…MOM HAD HER PURSE!!

That means TREATS FOR EVERYONE!  We all get a little treat, because Mom is going somewhere!

A huge pet for each of us…a stern command to watch the place and they were gone!

I chewed down my treat, watched them drive out the yard…

My ears picked up!  I hear something.

Something very interesting and exciting.

My ears went into full alert…Mom did say I was to take care of the place!

Picking up my paws I headed to the back of the farm yard…to the corn field attaching to the farm yard…

Momma Fox and

Kit were there waiting for me to appear!

I put my legs into to full gear.  Not only was Kit and his Mom waiting for me I could detect that one of the raccoons had just hit the dirt on the farm road…

I barreled around the corner ready to leap onto Kit when I almost, but not quite ran into >>>>>>> YIKES!

A SKUNK!

I put skids on my paws and screeched to stop right at the Butler Bins—-just in the nick of time.  The skunk waddled on across the road and right into the corn field.

I let him go…no sense in trying to explain to Mom I was just doing what she asked and protecting the place!  I have a very strong feeling Mom takes a VERY dim view on cool smelly things.

Although, I must admit, I am NOT fond of SKUNK smell.

While I was sitting there thanking my lucky stars Kit ran up, pounced on me…we had a huge tumbling wrestling match.

Then we stopped, smiled at each other, gave Momma Fox a glance and took off down the double lined farm road heading toward the new cement ditch!

LIFE IS GOOD!

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing—Chapter Four

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Four

 

Okay…this isn’t good!  Mom decided we were going for a walk in the canyon—Sigh!

And I didn’t have to wear a leash! YIPPEE!

But she did put a collar on me!  Hummm!

Collar but no leash!?!?

Then I found out!  A TRACKING COLLAR!!

“No rolling in anything nasty, Boom!  No running off to chase something I don’t know about!  No getting around anything SICK!  You can run free, but you have to run where I can SEE you!”

When that she plunked me down and we took off!

I trotted off ahead of Mom and Dad…then I decided to take a little detour into the sage brush just around the corner.

ACCCKKK!

What in the jiggers was THAT?!  I stopped dead, right where I was.  Then Mom was upon me…”I know you haven’t worn this in a long time, Boomie, but you surely remember what to do.  No running out of sight, if you see something stop and point, and stay right there until we get to you.”

I looked her right in the eye…YES!  I had forgotten.  Yes! I did know what to do.  I just haven’t had to wear this forever!  For four years…not since Fuzzy died.  Maybe because Mom stopped going to very interesting places like the forest, the canyon, or the desert.

“There are BEARS out here, Boomie.  If you see one- stop and let us know.  We will turn around and go right back to the pick-up”.  She gave me a kiss on my nose.

OKAY!  My memory is back sharp and clear.  Collar, without leash means walk carefully and warn Mom and Dad if there is danger near by!

Off we went again!

After a wonderful long time we headed back home.

It wasn’t long after we were home COMPANY CAME!!!  I heard the pick-up truck coming down the long lane way before Mom and Dad; heading out to the bridge I gave huge barks to let everyone know we had COMPANY! (And to let the company know that a really wonderful beagle was on guard! 🙂 )

The company stayed for a long time…rather boring…no kids, no grandkids, no dogs to bark at, or play with, nothing to do but pee on the tires…I can’t lift my leg high anymore, so I just left a puddle by each tire-not ON the tire.

Then they came out and left.

Zoom!

I was getting a little bored…I chewed on a stick, which had fallen on the lawn from the big old cottonwood tree in the yard, then I decided to see if I had any bones buried out by the new building…nope.

Must have got them all — or they were dug up when Dad and Mom were getting the cement poured.

 

I was just coming back from the granaries when Mom came out: “Boomer, time to go change water!  Come on!  Hurry! If you want to go with me — hurry!”

Want to go?  You bet I want to go!

Off we went.  Only Mom made me sit on the back of the four-wheeler until she was done.

My Mom has turned into a Helicopter that is for sure.  Yes I was a little sick a while back, and yes there is some sort of some other sickness out there, but geez, I think it’s time she lets me roam around while she changes water!”

Grumble, grump!

Back home Mom put me down and headed back into the house.

I sat there wondering what in the heck I going to do NOW.  This doing NOTHING is getting B.O.R.I.N.G!

SUDDENLY!  Out of the stillness of the day came….

THE MAILWOMAN!!!

Oh the joy! Barking the mailwoman into the yard, barking AT the mailwoman…barking the mailwoman BACK out of the yard!

SO MUCH FUN!

Then she was gone!

Phooey!

Now what!

MOM!

Mom is outside again!  Goody.

OH!

 

Even better!

Mom brought me a treat!

Now THAT is a nice way to pass time doing nothing!