The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Mom and Dad Leave

Mom and Dad left.

Mom gave me a kiss on the nose, my special ‘when Mom goes to town without me’ treat, then she told me to guard the place from the fox and they were…..gone!

Forever….Sigh.

So I slept.

My oldest sister came up with Etta and asked me to come spend the night and the next day with them.

I SOOOO agreed!

I hopped into the car and we were OFF!

Off to meet Voodoo!

Where we all had to sing a song!

Off to hang out with Rocky and Black Dog.

Off to see Shiloh and to play with Etta.

Etta my love!

Then it was time to go back home and watch for the fox.

I didn’t have to watch long Mom and Dad came back home very shortly after I got there.

Mom and Dad got a treat and so did I….a sleep-over with Dog Cousins and to make some new dog friends.

Life is good!
Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-My World View

That wily fox zips through the farm yard every morning EARLY!  I’ve taken to sleeping outside in my dog house, since the days and nights are so hot.  That is how I KNOW he zips through.

I just let him run through. He never stays long and always seems in a big hurry.

Then Mom and Dad are up, we all eat breakfast and out we go to change water.  Sometimes the water is in the corn field, or the other corn field, or the pinto bean field, or….it’s right out front in the alfalfa field.  Where ever it is that’s where we go, first thing in the morning.

Then we go back out after lunch and just before dark!

Mindy Lou cat likes to follow me around and around, no matter where I am she is sure to be.

That’s alright…Min-Min and I are best friends.  I haven’t had a best friend since my wonderful buddy, Fuzzy Dude McDoddle Brown died.  It seems just like yesterday we were hanging around together.

Sam Cat really doesn’t do much with us.  He is the BOSS and we do what he wants.

Mom says Sammy is very old now so he doesn’t have to do ANYTHING if he doesn’t want too!

I always, I mean ALWAYS go out and gather the news on the farm.  I do it first thing in the morning, again after the mailman comes (there is LOTS of interesting smells on mailman tires), sometime after my afternoon nap, and then just before bed.

I gather the news out on the ditch bank too.  I call that work, because Mom and Dad are working.

Sometimes Romeo comes over.

I have to be careful around Romeo, he likes to nip by butt— right by my tail area.  It’s happened a time or two and, boy, does that make my beagle legs move FAST!

All in all my days are pretty full.

Boomer

P.S.  Here is the world on my level!  🙂

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-It’s All Falling into Place

Mom, Dad and I all sighed a HUGE sigh of relief yesterday. Everything is starting to fall into place.  Just like all you good folks out there assured Mom it would.

My brother, Evan, came out and helped Mom and Dad get the planter ready for the pinto beans.  Then we all headed out to the Middle Field and started planting the pinto beans. 

Well, Evan planted; I had other stuff to do.

Dad supervised…Mom was there to say: “Terry, just watch you can’t pick up more than 15 pounds”…you know…that kind of stuff.

Then when it was getting close to being done Dad decided he wanted to try out the tractor seat…Just to see if it bounced too much.

Nope!  Didn’t hurt one bit.

So we worked until dark!

Mom gave me a big hug and told me: “Dad is on the mend!”

I gave Mom a huge lick on the face and wagged my tail HARD!

We’ve turned the corner!  The biggest worry is taken care of…now everything else will come with time.

Boomer Beaglie Brown

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Epilogue

Life was pretty good the next day.  Nothing much happened, the sun came out and the wind died down.

That night I went to bed, careful to get all comfy in my blankets, and dozed off.  I was sorta, kinda aware that the wind came up sometime around mid-night, but I was home, and safe, and warm……………..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

BOOMER!!
BOOMER!!

BOOMER!!! GET UP!!
HURRY!
THERE IS A GHOST IN THE YARD!!!

HUH!!!

I jerked awake!  For a second I thought I was dreaming.  I thought Ruth was standing right next to me yelling at me.

I shook my head flapping my ears here and there and everywhichway!

WAKE UP, BOOMER!!  There is a ghost in the yard!

I jumped up out of my bed, getting my feet all tangled up in the blanket, fell down, splatted my very sensitive nose on the floor next to my dog bed and

Looked up into Mindy-Lou cat’s very yellow-green, and very panicked eyes!

“Ghost, Mindy?  Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure.  It’s white and big and it floated right down into Mom’s cherry trees and stopped on a branch of a cherry tree!”

Hurry…You need to bay at it and scare it away!

I pushed open the back door, Mindy and I pealed outside, just as Mom AND Dad arrived at the back door.

“Something seems to be wrong” Mom exclaimed, as she (too) pushed open the back door and followed us at a run.

“Where is the ghost, Mindy, where?” I bayed as I followed Mindy-Lou.

“HERE”, she yowled.  “RIGHT HERE!”  Then she dove into the thicket of sour cherry trees.

I followed as fast as I could.

Mom was right behind me.

Dad coming along at a slower pace.

“GHOST!” I hollered pacing four-feet squarely on the ground and barked shrilly at the ghost!

“Boomer! Boomer! Whew!  What is it?”  Mom parted the tree limbs; coming to stand right next to me she started laughing.

“Oh, goodness, Boomer, Mindy.  I don’t know what you thought this was, but it for sure won’t hurt you!”  Mom reached down and started to pick up the now flattened by my barking — ghost!

I continued to bark!

Dad came through the trees and HE started laughing.

“Looks like the cat and dog caught themselves a fly-away plastic grocery bag!” Dad chuckled.  “Now that’s brave for you.”  He turned around parted the limbs from the sour cherry trees again, and was gone; heading back into the house.

Mom reached down and petted Mindy, then me.  “You both did an excellent job of protecting us,” she said.  “I’ll just take this old bag and throw it away.”  She crumpled up the bag and stuck it in her pocket!

“Come on!  Let’s go!”  I always feel safe with both of you on the job.

We followed Mom out of the little orchard.

“It was a ghost, Boomer, really!  I saw and heard it.”

“I believe you, Mindy-Lou, I believe you.  I think all our barking and yowling scared it so much it fell to the ground and collapsed.  The plastic bag is just its coat so we could see it.”

“You think so, Boomer?

“I do, Mindy, we saved the farm!  You and I.” With that Mindy and I headed back into the house to hang out with Sam-Sam.

The End

Boomer

(Sherlock Boomer)

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Twelve

 

The roar of the sky filled my eyes and ears! The song of those crazy wild coyotes echoed right behind the thunder and the lightening.

I ran!

I kept running!

I had a long way to go to get to the Apricot tree, then to Dad’s equipment area, where I would turn and start down the new cement ditch.

Then the wind picked up and roared into life!  It would have been nice if the wind was a ‘changed wind’ and came behind my back, but NO I was running INTO the wind!

My heart was pounding, my legs hurting, and my lungs just about to give out.

Sadly I collapsed!

I was way too tired to keep going.

Ruth fluttered down beside me, “You okay?” she poked her wing at my face, the longest feather on the tip of her wing tickled my nose. I jumped up and SNEEZED!

“A….yeah!  Just tired.”

I sat there with my head drooping, tongue out, body sagging.

BAM!

Thunder slammed into something, in the sky, causing, both Ruth and I to jump ten feet into the air.

CRACK!

The sky turned on every light it owned right before our eyes.

Suddenly I was blind!

Ruth hooted in totally fear!

I might have been instantly blind, but my nose wasn’t!  As I waited for my eyesight to come back —–

I smelled….something…something very familiar…something that always seems to get me in BIG trouble…then my eyesight returned and I saw

SKUNK!  Running by me as fast as its short little legs could carry it…squealing and squeaking in terror!

Now the rain started!  Not just a little drizzle, nor a tiny mist in the air, but a regular downpour—a gully washer, as folks say around here.

Ruth sat there in the most dejected fashion…loyal to the end.

“You fly off, Ruth.  Go back to your nest…wait the storm out…hurry.  It’s only getting worse” I pushed my nose into Ruth’s soft fluffy body and gave her a shove.

She looked at me in a pitying sort of way and said: “Thanks, dog!”  Then lifted herself up and was…..gone!

Gone!

The sky let lose another round of machine gun noises and large flashes of fire.

That did it! I was rested! My legs heaved my body up and was propelling me down the cement ditch road, before my mind had decided to run for home!

Just as I was turning the corner, onto the wooden bridge a raccoon raced by me; panic in his eyes.

I didn’t stop.  The whole sky was alive with fire breathing dragons, danger and peril for everything on open ground.

Heading down the Superhighway between the two corn fields a fox passed me like I was standing still.

Still I ran…I had the gated pipe road left to go before I could be in the farm yard. I was running in mud now.  Soft gushy mud—mud up to my knees.

Dismay set in…it’s late and Mom is in the house and it’s raining and pouring and….

I kept on pushing—I was close to the grain bins now— when three raccoons ran by me heading to … who knows where.

Then around the corner I went, onto the gravel farm yard road and

Low and Behold!  Mom was outside at the hen house checking on the hens!

Life couldn’t get much better!

(an old photo, but I needed you to see my really comfy covers)

Well, that’s the end of the story.  No real mystery here, just a big storm.  Mom took me inside, made me stand in a tub of warm water, washed me off from tummy to toe nails, dried me down with a really nice towel…made me get on my bed then covered me up with a blanket.

Sure felt good.  I didn’t wake up until breakfast.

Sherlock Boomer

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eleven

I barked and bayed and hollered, I was sure that ghost would not DARE to come any closer!

BUT IT DID!!

Ruth suddenly hooted at me:  “Run, Boomer, Run!” The ghost is coming up out of the Dark Forrest and moving through the pasture!”  Ruth lifted herself up off the ground and silently flapped into the sky.

Suddenly it was just me!

Just me, myself, and I!

All by myself!

Alone!

And terrified!

I turned myself around, looked backward over my shoulder saw the ghost being lifted up on the swift 40 mph wind!

That did it I headed across Rocky Point, down the Cattail Draw and onto COYOTE RIDGE!

Far above me I heard Ruth call: “Quick Boomer, not only is the ghost moving quickly up Rocky Point I can see three coyotes moving through No Man’s Land heading toward Coyote Ridge!”

I stopped right at the very top of Coyote Ridge!  I was winded, in a panic, and very tired.  Ruth flapped down landing soundlessly on the top of sagebrush …. “You must keep going, Boomer.  You must.  If you don’t you are going to be coyote nourishment or worse…ghost fare!

I had wilted onto the ground.  Wore plumb out.  So exhausted, if I were asked to roll over and get a belly scratch I would just have to whap my tail on the ground in an sad and unhappy manner.

I lay on the ground, head on my front paws desperate for air and energy.

“I know, Ruth, I know, but I can’t seem to get to going…..”

Just then the ghost swooshed over my head and Ruth’s head, it snapped, crackled, and flapped, slowly starting to descend.

Ruth screeched at it and I sat up and bayed.  If I had to take on that ghost I would!

Unexpectedly the wind gusted picking up the ghost and tossing it way up into the air and over toward the old Apricot tree!

“Run” Ruth hooted. “RUN! The coyotes are starting up through the Cattail Draw!”

I gathered all the strength I possibly could, headed toward the back trail which goes around the bottom of Coyote Ridge, hoping against hope I could make it around the hill and onto the back pasture. If I could get there I could make it home.

Home where the coyotes never tread…at least I don’t think so!

I kept on pounding the ground, my feet sore and bleeding from missing the trail and stepping on cactus…but I kept going.

I was just at the gate to the Outside Pasture when I heard the coyotes on top of Coyote Ridge letting out a loud series of calls and moans…OH! HEAVENS they were RIGHT ABOVE ME!

They started singing and wailing sending cold shivers along my spine.  I stopped and looked up…what I saw made me feel as tiny as an ant!

At least I wished I was tiny as an ant.  Those three coyotes were terrifying and mean looking to say the least!

I shrunk down and started slinking along, hiding in the shadows created by the Ridge.  Then I started jumping from the hill shadows to the shadows of the trees and bushes along the way.

Once I lost focus of the shadows and looked over, into the old Apricot Tree…there was Ruth.  Waiting patiently for me.

“I’ll keep watch…just keep coming”, she hooted to me!

Suddenly, on a blast of cold artic air the monster of a thunder storm circled back and was blasting the air with thunder and strong jagged lightening.

In one major flash of sky fire I saw the ghost AGAIN!  It was there in the sky…large and white and billowing.

I picked up my feet and RAN!

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Then the wind picked up, blowing hard from the south, then made a sudden shift, enough of shift it lifted my ears up off my head and caused them to flap…the shift of the wind/storm was coming toward us from the south west… that’s when I knew I was in terrible trouble.  You see, all our hard mean storms come to our farm out of the south west!

Just then everything went stark white!

A huge roaring filled my ears as a leaping, hissing fire-breathing dragon slammed itself down onto the earth two miles from where I was standing. Sparks of fire leap into the air where the scary lightning bolt blackened the earth.

My fur stood up all over my whole body…back, stomach, legs, tail, nose and ears!

I turned tail and ran out of there faster than a pronghorn; in fact I think I passed two pronghorns going the same direction as me!

I finally stopped on top of the Rocky Point.  Looking back I tried to see if that lightning bolt was still sparking and glittering along the canyon rim.

Nope!

Nothing!

Thank Heavens! I dropped my rear end down and sat there for a spell, scanning the horizon near the edge of Rubidoux Canyon. Fire is a might dangerous thing!  Lightning bolts have been known to start fires before.  I figured if there was a fire I would put my tail between my back legs and scram to the farm house as fast as badger after a beaglie dog — namely me. (Which as I’ve said before, I am pretty darn fast!  Even faster when danger resides nearby!)

I sat there a long time scanning the horizon. Gradually the storm moved away from us taking its mean loud voice and the fire-breathing dragon with it.

It was about this time I saw a Great-Horned Owl, flying silently over the west corner of the farm.  I probably wouldn’t have seen it, but I was still scanning the skies and the horizon for possible fires caused by that storm.

Then the Great-Horned Owl rose up into the sky just as the full-silver moon broke through the clouds casting silver and blue light on the land, in the air and on the Great-Horned Owl’s wings.

I flipped over on my back and watched the dip, sway, and swoop here and there in the moonlight.

The sight was so beautiful I flipped back over and sat up, lifting my nose in the air, closed my eyes,  I sent out a long, mournful, soul seeking song.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  I sang to the sky the earth and…

Swoosh!

Suddenly I was covered in feathers, little bits of dirt, a few tiny rocks and, I’m sure, a spine or two of cactus!

I opened my eyes “RUTH! There you are! I haven’t seen you for ages!” I bounced up, on all four paws; giving Ruth a huge happy beagle grin!

‘Hi, Dog! Long-time no see!” Ruth drawled out in her completely charming owl voice! “What are you doing up here? You realize you are almost in the Haunted Pasture, don’t you?   Why just three minutes ago I saw a ghost moving around in the tall grass down there.”

“Ghost?”  I shuddered.  I’m really very brave, but some things send me trembling into my doghouse and ghosts are one of those things.

“Yes…it was all white, flew up in the wind, gathered wind into itself, bellowed out flipped itself this way and that way, like it was playing or something. Then drifted right into the Dark Forest.”

“It’s in the Dark Forest right now?”

“Well, I think so, I saw it go in there, but I didn’t follow it.” Ruth replied in a rather puzzled owl voice.

“Good! Let’s just leave it there!”   “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Ruth, but I’m off now…you and the ghost have a great time.”

I started to walk away from Ruth when crashing out the dark forest came the WHITE GHOST!

I took in a huge lungful of air and began giving that Ghost blast after blast of very loud barks, so full of treats and promises I was sure the ghost would NOT come any closer!

 

 

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Nine

The next morning, while I was out gathering the morning news, Mom called me over to her.

I hurried right over to receive a FULL BODY RUBDOWN!  Sure felt good.

Then Mom told me we were heading out to the pinto bean fields to set out the syphon tubes.  I followed her willingly to the four-wheeler!

(You knew I would!)

Up there Mom and I got off and started working the ditch bank. Dad came by in the tractor; plowing up the pinto bean ground.  Dad waved, Mom took a photo and I wagged my tail.   It was all rather heartwarming.

I waited a spell, sniffed around close by Mom, then sniffed a little further away; pretty soon I was in the wilds and Mom was still working back there all by herself.

I looked back a couple of times—still working. Then I put my nose to the ground and trotted into the wonders of the farm.

I got further and further away, gradually working my way this way and that.

Then…..I had got a feeling someone or something was watching me!!  My mouth grew dry, fear pricked up the fur on my back, I started breathing in short gasps—a low growl wanted to make its way out of my throat, but my vocal cords seemed to have dried up!

I sure hope it isn’t coyotes!  I sure hope it isn’t coyotes!  The thought kept running and running in circles all through my mind, down my body and then out of my tail, only to attach itself to my head again and start all over.

I was so scared I thought I might fall over in a dead faint…sorta like those stiff legged goats do when they are afraid!

Just as my legs stiffened up, and my body started leaning over to the left side of the world, I had another thought:  IF I fall over in a dead faint then I will BECOME FOOD!

That brought me back to myself in a very fast way, let me tell you!

While I was standing there trying to figure out what to do in this deadly and dangerous encounter with …

Bernie the BADGER!  Not just Bernie, but his mate, Clare, and their cub, Meanie.

Meanie has earned his name, let me tell you.  Everything about that cub is just down right mean…cruel, and vicious!

“Ahhhhhhhhh, oh, Hello, Bernie, Ma’am, little Bernie!”  I stood stock still, afraid to move too close, to where they were digging in the hillside.

“Gathering breakfast, I see.”  I tried to make light conversation.  Badgers can move at lightning speed AND they can attack and bite you and tear up a dog pretty bad.

Bernie, stopped his digging and started walking toward me…Meanie stopped chewing on a big fat juicy worm; sat back on his haunches grinning evilly at me.  Then he put all four paws on the ground and started walking in my direction.

I watched in horror as he got closer and closer to his Dad.  About the time Meanie got close to his Dad, Clare had her head out of the hole she was digging and was looking at Bernie and Meanie with her head cocked to one side a huge delighted grin on her face.

She, also turned in my direction and started walking toward me….

When I saw all three of them heading RIGHT TOWARD ME I turned tail and beat it out of there!  As fast as my Beagle legs could carry me.  Badgers are NOT something I ever want to mess with….EVER!

I ran and ran until I had to stop and take a breath or two.

Slowing down, then stopping on a small hill I looked back and saw Bernie and family rolling around on the dirt holding their sides…laugher floating up to me on the air.

So be it!  I’ll take their laugher any day over being torn limb to limb, head and tail included!

I lay down on my belly and watched them roll around for a spell as I panted heavily.  It was while I was panting heavily I realized I was thirsty.  Thinking I had better find some water soon I looked all around me—east, north, south, and west and realized I was IN THE HAUNTED PASTURE!

UNEXPECTEDLY out of nowhere that storm I had been watching over on the Uncompahgre Plateau was right over me.  Forked lightening was splintering the sky with brilliant light blinding me!

Then there was a HUGE BOOM, as the thunder rolled across the heavens!

The Haunted Pasture, Giant storm, earth shaking thunder and fire!

I was in terrible trouble!

 

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eight

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.

Always!

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.

Although, COLD!

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!

LONG!

Terribly Long!

Sigh!

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!

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Seven

We jumped and hopped and ran all along the cement ditch! Chasing each other and racing each other clear to the other end.

Once over at the other end Penny puppy stopped confused and alarmed,

“Where are we, Boomer?” Penny whined.  “I don’t know where we are. Mom is going to get really mad at me for leaving your place.”

I looked over at Penny and saw she was trembling and shaking, great big tears were in her eyes; threatening to fall down her little baby cheeks!

“It’s all right, Penny, we are at the end of the new cement ditch and right by Dad’s equipment.  All we have to do is turn to the north follow the road and we are right back at your home.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, just follow me.”  I gently tugged on Penelope’s collar with my teeth; walking backwards so she would get the idea everything was okay.”

I walked a few steps, then using my teeth drug Penelope along, gradually we made it to the top of the little grade where Romeo’s pasture was and she took off running.  Left me— in the lurch…knocked me down, actually she sped up so fast!

Not only did she knock me down she knocked me over so I fell back first, into the ditch, which was bringing water TO and onto Romeo’s pasture!

Suddenly I was swallowed up with mud and water!  Mud and water were in my nose, my mouth and inside my wonderful beagle ears.  I tried to flip myself over but the ditch wasn’t wide enough I could get purchase with my paws—and the water was flowing way too fast!

“HELP!”  I tried to call!

“HELP!!!”

Suddenly Rocky Chaco Man, the Rottweiler was there, with Penny Puppy peering over the edge of the deep and slippery ditch.

It’ was on my last gulp of air I looked up and saw Rocky’s huge mouth open and his big teeth come out, then I blacked out.

When I finally opened my eyes, Mom was there with her coat rubbing me down, my sister Shannon was cleaning the mud out of my ears with some sort of something, and Rocky and Penny sitting on the side lines looking at me with concern in their eyes.

Rocky told me he was able to get me out of the ditch…it was touch and go there for a spell, because I didn’t have my collar on, he had to drag me up by my tail.

Mom was coming over to check the water in the pasture when she notice Penny Puppy running for all her might to the house.  Then Mom saw all the commotion at the pasture ditch head gate.

I guess, about the time Penny made it to gate of the yard, my Sister was driving into the place, saw Penny running…then saw Rocky and Mom standing over my body.  She drove up the farm lane as fast as she could, grabbed some rags she keeps in her trunk and came and helped Mom rub life back into my 12 year old limbs.

“I owe you my life, Buddy!” I told Rocky as Mom lifted me up on the back of the four-wheeler, covered me up with her jacket.

“You sit still, Boomer.  AND sit close to me so I can feel you on my back!” Mom put her arm around me and drew me very close to her.

Then we were off!

Back home Mom had me lay down in the warm sunshine and covered me up.  She sat with me for a very long time until I warmed up and fell asleep. I was tired.

Very tired.