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

Posted on January 27, 2015 by Dayphoto

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

Masses 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.

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.

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!

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.

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

Your friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Scent Detection

Posted on January 16, 2015 by Dayphoto

After helping Dad cut down a dying tree in the yard, and cleaning up all the branches and stacking the logs…..

(Mom said it was a sad thing to see it go, Dad said it was important since it might fall into the power line to the meter base on the house.)

Mom and I went for a very looooooooong walk! All the way around the place, even to the front of the place to get the mail and then home. We had a great time.

I’m a beagle, you know. Beagles have great noses, we have short-hair (so the weeds don’t get caught in the hair), and we don’t shed too much. Also, we are small. I only weigh 40 pounds at my heaviest…if I get even two pounds over that I start to get a belly and Dad says I look like a sausage. (Humph…a SAUSAGE!?!?! I Don’t THINK SO!)

(Here is a little secret…after you get older it’s harder to lose weight! Since I’m nine now I have to make sure I go out and sniff around…I used to play tricks on Fuzzy, which was great fun. I would run barking out to the grain bins like something cool was out there; Fuzzy would think he missed something so he would run out barking right behind me…then when he got there we would both go check out the hay yard, over to the equipment area -Dad has two spots- and back around the barn and the two workshops. We had a great time.)

Now it’s easy to just lay around the house soaking the heat from the woodstove into the pads of my feet and taking a snooze. If I get to snoring too much Monkey walks on me until I wake-up. That silly cat.

Anyway, Mom says the house starts to close in on her so when that happens we (Mom and I) go for a walk.

Usually a LONG walk…It’s the best part of my beagle day.

In my former life I always had to walk on a leash….not here!! No sireee, not on the farm, not ever…I get to go wherever I want. (If we go to town I have to have the leash, but not on the farm)

The best part of walks are SMELLS!!!

Humm…this is a good smell…rabbit! Oops! Hawk and rabbit…oh…I don’t think the rabbit made it. Well, I won’t say anything to Mom she’s busy looking over at the apricot tree.

We scent-detection dogs can tell lots of stuff that is going on just by the smells. Here, right here…is the home of some mice…sniff, snuff…ACHOOO!

What a bunch of stuff they have stuck in their hole…all sorts of loose bits of this and that ACHOOO! ACHOOO!!!!

Where is MOM! Wait a minute MOM…MOM! Wait a bit I’ll be right there but I need to mark a few spots here and there. The coyotes need to know they are NOT the only canines on the place!

Nice…I can tell Shannon and Jason have been down here to check on the other house…they had Rocky the Rottweiler with them…yep! Good Job, Rock…let me add some to it!

Mom says I can’t sniff around on the main road, “Hurry, Boom. We have to get over to the mailbox and back to the farm before some county truck, or logging truck or fast speeding car comes…You can gather the news down our lane once we get the mail!”

So Mom and I hurried down the main road, waved to Mr. Happy our new neighbor—the little grandchildren call him Mr. Happy because he is always friendly and waves, past the head gate– where we crossed the main road and got the mail, then we trotted over to the lane to our house.

Sniff, sniff, snuff, snuffel….

CATS!!! Let’s see…the yellow and white tom that belongs to the neighbor down the hill…that tom sure gets around. OH! New cat…hum young, tom, black and furry…oh…he lives at the house across the road close to the church. Looks like they are both mousing. Good for them…Mom always like to have the cats out looking for mice. Hunting for birds now, make Mom unhappy, but cats can catch mice all they want. Fuzzy used to catch mice also. Me…not at all; I just love hunting with my nose!

Home now…sigh! That was a perfect way to spend an afternoon.

Oh…Mom says I have to wait right here while she gets a pan of warm water and a rag…she says I can’t come in until I the mud and weeds out of my paws.

That’s okay…I rather like standing in warm water. Once inside I know I can lay right in front of the fire and soak up the heat in my pads.

Ahhhhhhhh…inside, fire, turn around three times, make sure the paws are pointing toward the wood stove…settle down………..sigh……………good. Boomer

Right on Time–Winter’s Chill–Friday, January 2, 2015

Posted on January 2, 2015 by Dayphoto

The Sunday after Christmas a strong winter storm made it’s way across the Utah border and onto the the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray accent on the pah). We watched it slowly fill in the canyons and draws, skimming the tops of the mesas until it started to push it’s way into the Roubidoux Canyon. Once in the canyon it’s just a matter of a fast wind before it hits us. We are the first mesa after you leave the canyon…you can see the flat lands below us (we are the last farm on California Mesa – just before the flat lands which drop off into Roubidoux Canyon.)

Monday morning the kids headed back in a snow storm, leaving well before the storm stopped.

By afternoon the Uncompahgre Plateau was white and we had about an inch of snow. Today we we have about and 1 1/2 inches— not a lot of snow. But what we do have is COLD!

That typical cold, which freezes your skin the minute you head outside. Your air puffs white and steamy as you breathe in and out, in and out. With conditions just right you nose even freezes shut. Sure is a nasty feeling.

Boomer and I still go walking late at night. The moon is almost full now, which allows me to walk without a flashlight—-although I do take one with me.

The air is crisp and full of sounds. Sounds carry far in cold air…I can hear the coal train going through Delta on it’s way to Utah, I can hear the neighbors cows from over in the hollow, and the sound of cars and trucks passing way over there.

Boomer and I walk along …he smells all the news along the way, I see the foot prints…bunny, mice, birds, deer, Sammy the cat’s paw prints, and other canine prints…dog? Coyote? Wild dog packs? Cy-dogs? I don’t pause to decide what I’m looking upon. Lots of our neighbors allow their dogs to roam the farms (never a good idea–a dog chasing livestock is sure to be shot).

When the chill starts to be too much we head back toward the house and the heat of the wood fire. Boomer settles back down for a long winter nap. After filling the wood stove I like to sit by the window watching the frozen world full of white/silver moonlight; the cats sit with me–Sammy on top of the sofa and Monkey in the window. We all stare outside marveling at the mid-night beauty of ice, snow, and sparkling white moonlight.

Your friend on a very frozen farm in the western part of Colorado,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Company

Posted on December 26, 2014 by Dayphoto

I HAD COMPANY! WOO HOO! It was a great surprise!

Mom and Dad left and then when they came back they had a dog with them.

Mom let us get to know each other slowly. Mom introduced us…Sarah this is Boomer….Boomer this is Sarah. We stared at each other for a short time. Then we both had some good sniffs on each other. That went on for a little while…then Mom said. “Come on, Sarah, Boomer, lets go inside and let Sarah get used to the house and where she is going to sleep.”

That went really well…Mom gave Sarah Fuzzy’s side of the mud room, WHICH IS REALLY GOOD!!! Mom tried to get me to move over to Fuzzy’s side because she said it was much warmer over there—BUT I DID NOT WANT TO GO!

So GOOD! Sarah has my Best Friend’s spot and I don’t have to take it. GOOD!

Sarah stayed with us three days and four nights!

IT WAS A BLAST!

At first Mom kept Sarah on a leash, Mom was afraid Sarah would run away and go back to Rick’s house. Then Mom and I and Sarah would go for lots of walks so Sarah could get used to the farm and the farm buildings. By the beginning of the second day, Mom sat down and talked to Sarah telling her to stay close to me so she would know how to get back to our house—then Mom took off the leash!

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE we had a great time. Sarah helped me look for squirrels and mice…Sarah KILLS MICE! Just like Fuzzy…pounce, bite, snap…all over for the mouse.

I don’t do that I just let the mouse run off. Sammy will get the mouse at some point, I figure.

Inside Mom was a little concerned because Sarah wanted to herd the cats! ALL THE TIME!

“No, Sarah! Those cats live here…you leave them alone!”

So Sarah did, but just barely. If either one of the cats decided to run Sarah said all bets were OFF!!!! (Just for the record neither cat ran…I’m thinking that was a very good thing.)

The only time I had to get on Sarah’s case was when Mom was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace petting me…belly rub….aaaaaah sure was feeling good. Then Sarah came over and laid down RIGHT NEXT TO MOM! I jumped up and gave her the old one-two…she gave it right back. Mom was right in the middle, which I guess was a good thing, and grabbed both of us by the collar and told us to both sit down.

We did, but just barely.

Then Sarah said…That’s okay Boomer, I won’t take Mom, but I will hang out with Dad.

Dad? Hey! You do that and all is good—I said.

After all that we were friends and getting along just fine.

Then the next morning a big white truck drove up in the yard. A strange man got out of the truck…I sat up and warning bark and howl…Sarah leap to the door with me and started her warning bark when she stopped in mid-sentence.

What’s the deal I asked her?

That’s MY DAD!!! YAY! I haven’t seen my Dad for several weeks…he has been working somewhere far away!

YAY MY DAD! Sarah started dancing around and around. Then there he was, leash in hand and smile on his face.

“Hi, Girl! Come her, Sarah…let’s go home.”

HOME! Okay! GOOD! Let’s Go Home.

Come on Boomer! Come on MOM let’s go home!

Boomer?! Mom?!

Sarah was really sad when she figured out Mom and I were staying here. Mom bent down and gave Sarah lots of pets and loves and told her she could come visit again. Then she gave Sarah a KISS right on the nose! And told her Thank you for coming to play with me.

I watched Sarah jump into the front seat of her big truck and drive off.

HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWL I hollered! THANK YOU FOR COMING, Sarah! I had a great time!

Then Mom opened the door and we went inside to take a nap by the fire. Well, I took a nap, Mom did something else.

You know something….it was nice having company.

Boomer

Sarah–Monday, December 22, 2014

Posted on December 22, 2014 by Dayphoto

Friday, we got a call for help from one of Terry’s friends. Rick is a middle-aged bachelor who lives a mile and half from us and was sick —- with what he thought was the flu.

To make a long story short we got him to the hospital where they operated and started treatment, he was doing much better when he developed pneumonia and then had a massive stroke. It’s been a rather long weekend of worry and concern here.

At the time of this writing he is in Grand Junction at Saint Mary’s Hospital surrounded by his two sisters.

I have Sarah. Sarah hates the camera so I haven’t been able to get a very good photo of her. Sarah is very stressed out, but adjusting to our way of life.

Boomer has had a great time running and playing with Sarah. The only thing Boomer doesn’t like is if Sarah gets too close to me…then he turns into a Jealous Jelly Bean of a dog. Meaning he WILL TAKE ON SARAH…which is NOT GOOD!

Sarah is a man’s dog, this has helped. She has enjoyed going and doing things with Terry and will always, always, go to him and give him the first welcoming kiss or her front paw.

But Sarah isn’t ours.

Rick was keeping Sarah for a friend who was out-of-town. Ken is back home now and will be coming out around 10:00 a.m. to take Sarah home.

It’s been rather fun for Boomer to have running and sniffing companion and someone to share walks with…it hasn’t been fun for the cats since Sarah LOVE TO CHASE CATS!

(Sigh)

My heart goes out to Rick and his family. I am pleased that Sarah will have her human back, although she adored Rick, even slept on the bed with him. I’m glad Boomer had a dog friend for awhile. I have this belief that the perfect dog, which Boomer likes and fits into our family complete with cats will show up.

Oh a brighter note I Thank Each and Everyone of you for your thoughts and well wishes on our Anniversary yesterday. You gave us a very bright spot in this rather gloomy time!

Your friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—A Christmas Story from Fuzzy

Posted on December 19, 2014 by Dayphoto

I dreamed of Fuzzy last night. It was a good dream. We used to do lots of stuff together…Fuzzy and I.

As I was laying in the rather thin sunshine this morning I was thinking how Fuzzy used to tell me stories.

I miss his stories.

Since its Christmas time I got to thinking about the story Fuzzy told me last year…it went something like this:

Fuzzy and I were laying outside in our dog houses, sorta like I am right now. Suddenly Fuzzy asked, “Are you sleepy, Boomer?”

“No not really. Are you sleepy Fuzzy?”

“No. I haven’t done much today but sleep.”

You know, Fuzzy, I was wondering do you know anything about this time everyone calls Christmas?

Well, I know a few things—like our people always put up trees, and hang lights outside so we can see the best bushes to pee on. They go to town lots and come home with packages that Mom puts all over the place. Then she puts those packages under the tree and waits.

Then the big day comes and everyone is here to eat food and drop stuff on the floor and eat food and laugh and make an even bigger mess than we would EVER think of making!

Really, Fuzzy…that is all there is to this Christmas Thing?

Well….really ….Boomer, no…no that really isn’t what Christmas is really about…it’s so much more.

Gosh, that’s good Fuzzy, please tell me. I really want to know.

Okay, Boom…it goes like this—

When I was a little tiny pup many, many years ago my Momma told me this story. My Momma said her Momma told her and her Momma before that all the way back to when this story started.

This sounds really good, Fuzzy I’m all ears!

It’s called—How We Got Christmas

Oh! Good! Now I will know. Thank you, Fuzzy.

Well, a long, long time ago in a land far, far and away, a land full of sand and giant animals called camels.

Camels?

Yes, Boomer. But the story isn’t about camels.

Okay, Fuzzy…I’ll listen.

In this land of sand and camels and sun…there was a man and a woman traveling to a big city to pay their taxes for the year.

What are taxes, Fuzzy?

They are like, hummm—if you have five bones and Mom makes you give her one because she thinks you have too many, then that one bone you give Mom is a tax.

OH! I don’t think I like taxes. I’m really glad Mom doesn’t make us pay taxes, Mom gives us the BONES!!! J

Go on Fuzzy, I like this story.

Okay, the man and the woman were traveling to this big city; with lots and lots of other people. There were so many people that all the places where people sleep were full except where my great, great, great, great so many greats that I can’t remember them all, Grandmother Dog was living.

My many Greats Grandmother Dog was the guard dog of a place call an Inn. It was her duty to watch over all the travelers who came to stay with her Master in the Inn. She also watched out for all the animals that her Master kept.

Every day my many Greats Grandmother would go with her Master to feed and milk the cow that lived in the stable. It was this milk that her Master would feed to the people staying in his Inn. She also helped wake-up the many chickens that were roosting in the stable, and went with the Master to feed and water the donkeys that were resting there until their people were ready to leave again.

My many greats Grandmother had a wonderful job and she loved every minute of it. Most nights she would sleep in the inn, but when the inn was full she would sleep on an old blanket next to the door of the stable to keep guard over the many animals staying within its walls.

My many greats Grandmother Dog was just getting ready to go to the stable one evening, when a man and woman showed up at the door of the inn. Her Master greeted the couple and explained that his place was full, that he had no room.

The man then asked if the Master knew of any place, just any place at all whereby they could rest for the night. The Master said that he was embarrassed to say, but if they wanted they could bed down in the stable free of charge and rest.

Around the corner they all went, the donkey, the man, his wife and my many greats grandmother. Once there, and very close to the cow’s manger, the couple laid down their belonging and unloaded the donkey. My many greats Grandmother Dog said that the man had very kind eyes and a soft loving voice. He brushed the donkey down, gave all the other donkeys lots of pets, rubbed the cow’s ears and ASKED Grandmother dog to come sleep with them to keep them warm.

The lovely mother patted the blanket and called softly to Grandmother Dog and even offered her a small tidbit to eat.

Grandmother said it was the most peaceful time she had ever experienced in the barn.

It was just wonderful!

Gradually she fell asleep, lulled by the soft sounds of the other animals in the barn and the warmth of the man and the woman. It wasn’t long before Grandmother Dog was awaken and asked to go guard the door of the stable. Grandmother Dog didn’t question the command; going to the door and sitting up in a guarding stance.

Like this, Fuzzy?

Yes, Boomer, just like that.

Well as Grandmother Dog sat in the opening of the stable door, an amazing light started to fill the sky. Then the light filled the whole stable! Grandmother Dog turned from the door and saw that the light seemed to be strongest right over the cow’s manager.

Walking toward the manger ever so slowly and carefully Grandmother Dog saw a tiny sleeping baby. The gentle Mother of the tiny baby called Grandmother Dog to come closer, to come see the tiny babe in the manger.

Grandmother Dog walked forward and stared at the tiny little bundle of human love and gave the sleeping child a HUGE WET DOG KISS right on its tiny little cheek!

When Grandmother Dog kissed this tiny human the child opened his eyes and smiled upon Grandmother Dog and she KNEW that this new human Loved Grandmother Dog clear through her soul.

Suddenly the light grew so large and bright that Grandmother Dog had to look up to see what was causing so much brightness…almost like the sun was in the stable!

WOW Fuzzy! Was it the sun? AT NIGHT? In a barn?

No, Boom, it was a person…a really beautiful shiny person! The person was so beautiful that Grandmother Dog had to sit down and stare.

This really beautiful person then talked to Grandmother Dog in DOG language!

Really, Fuzzy! A person can actually talk and understand dog language?

This person could Boomer, because this person was an Angel sent from above, to guide people to the stable. So the people could see the new little babe and to bring him gifts!

“Oh,” Grandmother Dog said. “I wish I could give this child a gift. If I could I would give him my protection for the rest of my life.”

The Angel then looked into Grandmother Dog’s eyes sending love and peace and wonder, filling Grandmother Dog’s heart near to bursting.

“That” said the Angel “Is what this day is all about…the love of this child is for everyone and everything in the whole world. You, Little Dog, understand that you are willing to give – out of pure love – to those around you — which is Christmas! Christmas is the celebration of the birth of this little babe and the gift of love! Then the lovely Angel reached down and gave Grandmother Dog a wondrous kiss right on HER nose!

This whole experience touched Grandmother Dog so much that she told every one of her children and admonished each child to pass this story down clear until this day and forever.

Now you know the story, Boomer, maybe someday you will be able to pass this story on to another dog. That way the gift of love from the little babe and the beautiful angel will never fade away.

Gosh, Fuzzy! That was something! I will…I will pass this on, someday, I promise.

Good Boomer, I’m a little tired now. Fuzzy said to me as he laid his head on his paws.

So here I am…just me. Fuzzy is there with the shiny angels. I’m keeping my word, My Best Friend Forever, I’m passing on this wondrous story, like you asked me too and like I promised you I would. That way the gift of love from the tiny baby and the sight of the beautiful angel will never pass away.
With-Mom

I thank you, my friend for this story. Merry Christmas, Fuzzy, wherever you are.

Merry Christmas to all of you too,

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Priceless

Posted on December 5, 2014 by Dayphoto

A HAY CUSTOMER IS HERE!!! DAD!!! YOU HAVE A HAY CUSTOMER!!! BARK! BARK! BAY! HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!!!

Hi, Ya, Sam! Been catching any mice lately?

Your fur is getting messed up Monkey? A bit windy out here for those of you with long fur!

Oh…look here is Mom.

What’ up, Mom! What cha go’na do?

“Are you up to putting the farm to bed, Boomer? Come on…we will go on out and get started, Dad will come up when he is done helping loading hay.”

To-bed-2 Mom reached down and picked me up and sat me down behind her on the four-wheeler. (Mom has to pick me up and put me places ever since I blew my knee out. My knee is healed now, but neither she nor I want it to get hurt again—so she always picks me up and puts me behind her—or sits me in the back of the pick-up or on the pick-up seat.)

“WAIT!!!!” Monkey yelled…..”I WANT TO GO!”

“No, Monkey—git! It’s too far up there! SCRAM!”” Finally Monkey ran back to the yard. Wait-1

Up we went to gather all the siphon tubes and stack them so the cows won’t stomp on them and destroy them. Cows are like that ya know…if it’s interesting they like to walk on it to see what it will do. Cracked siphon tubes in hooves is not a good thing, nor is it something Mom and Dad want to deal with either.

It was hot work…even if the sky acted like it wanted to rain, we all worked up a sweat…Mom even took her coat off…I’m glad I didn’t have a coat like thing on, I was already hot!

Up one field, down another we went, picking up dams and tubes and straightening up anything that might get in the way of the corn combine…then I SAW IT!!!

HALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Looks like the coyotes got a Big Bird…sniff, sniff..snuff…

“Boomer what you got there?” Mom asked, as she walked up the last of the dirt ditch.

“Oh, sometimes nature is so cruel…my, that was a big bird, I wonder what kind it was.”

Dad arrived about that time—“Coyotes! They’ve gotten very brave again…I saw evidence along the equipment area yesterday.”

Yeah, Dad….Mom and I can hear them when we walk at night. Mom and I think they are hanging out down around the other house. They wouldn’t be at that house if Hank still lived there, but since he doesn’t they aren’t afraid!

And we see scat everywhere…coyote poop! I sometimes stop and pee on it. Makes me feel…GOOD!!! Tee hee.

“Coyotes…never a good thing. You stay close by, Boomie, even if it’s daylight you don’t need to be scaring up some coyotes in their den” Mom admonished me.

Not to worry Mom. Since Fuzzy isn’t here I try to stay within eye-sight of you…I know you don’t have anyone to protect you now. I can still get the news, but I’m the only dog now, so I know you need me to take care of you.

‘Come on, Boom, let’s go.

We got done faster with Dad’s help. A nice little ride on the four-wheeler will cool you down.

Then we need to go check all the water traps for the mice…the mice seem to be rather bad this year also.” Mom lifted me up, started the engine and off we took right behind Dad.

Wind in your ears and cool air on your fur………………priceless!

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Wonder Goo!

Posted on November 28, 2014 by Dayphoto

Sometimes I just don’t get hoomans! No I don’t.

If you find sometime good….something so wonderfully, incredibly good, something so delightful you just have to bay….HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!

And then roll in it!

You always get a disgusted look—they actually (your humans) actually grab their noses and sometimes they even have to go herk.

I mean…come on! Smells like this don’t come along all the time, they are a great find…a wonderful gift from the world of nature.

I just don’t get it.

Miss Tilly from Punkin’s Patch—sent me an email telling me she found some great stuff.

WOW! Cool, Miss Tilly…go ahead and roll in it…roll really, really good! Spread it alllllllllllll over you… start first with a really good sniff at the stuff…then with your neck—kinda scrape all the Wonder Goo onto your neck—try to get all four sides of your neck, you won’t be able to but try anyway.

By the time you get the Wonder Goo on your neck a sorta daze will permeate your brain and it won’t matter if your Mom is yelling at you to stop….this is what you are aiming for…the permeating of your brain and the ability to ignore your mom.

Then as soon as you notice your Mom’s voice is far, far, farrrrrr away —get up and lay down on your back. Make sure you lay your back flat down on the Wonder Goo and then squiggle and squirm all over it it…ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Boy that will feel good! Just keep on squiggling until you are pretty sure you have every drop of Wonder Goo all over you and in your fur.

NOW! You will have the Wonder Goo with you wherever you go!

Once you get done with this you can go and do whatever you want to do, since Wonder Goo is now a part of you! I usually go show Mom!

Miss Tilly asked me if Mom would get mad…mine doesn’t I typed back to her, although, she does hack around a lot and usually makes me walk home with her.

Okay, Miss Tilly typed back. I’ll print this off so I can have it to study. Sometimes I don’t get the computer like I want, because Mom gets it first.

I always walk with Mom anyway so the walk home part is a cinch, Miss Tilly typed back to me.

I’ll let you know how it goes, was her parting line.

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Hey, Boomer? Are you there?

Say’n Hi! Miss Tilly! How’s is going back there on your sheep farm?

Ahhhhhhhhhhh, Boomer?

Yeah?

I found some Wonder Goo….

COOOOOOL!

“I thought you said I wouldn’t get in trouble for rolling in gross stuff!”

Oh! Sorry, Miss Tilly….sorry. I just thought the bath would be worth ROLLING IN WONDER GOO!!!!

Boomer!

The Adventures of Boomer—the Cats

Posted on November 21, 2014 by Dayphoto

Well, I guess it’s true. Fuzzy isn’t coming back.

After following Mom around for days and days until I got into a daze (TEE HEE) I decided hanging with Mom 24-7 is BORING!!!! If she is outside that’s okay, but if she is inside all that I can do is sleep. Right at first that seemed like a really good thing….then it hit me.

THIS IS BORING!!!

I tried whining at Mom, trying to get her to come outside and ‘DO SOMETHING’, but she would just reach down and pet me all over and give me a really nice leg shaking/scratching belly rub. Then she would continue dusting or whatever it was she was doing.

I tried helping her cook—THAT didn’t work for sure.

So I said to myself—“WHAT CAN I DO?!?!??!” That’s when it hit me —I can make friends with the cats! Maybe we could do ‘stuff’ together!!

The first thing I had to do was to get Monkey-Cat to want to go outside. Monkey-cat never likes to go outside, but I whined and begged her until she finally said: “Okay, dog! Let’s go outside and see what so neat about being out there”!

Sammy-Sam grudgingly said Monkey-Cat and I could go out with him…BUT we could NOT get in his way. He said he has extremely important work to do on a twice a day basis and we were NOT to create havoc with his routines!

“YIPPEE!!!” I howled…”LET’S GO OUTSIDE AND SEE WHAT WE CAN SEE!”

First we had to get outside…I can go…I just put my head against the back door and I’m out. But the cats have to wait for Mom or Dad to open the door.

“To get outside, Monkey, you are going to have to sit at the door and meow and meow loudly”, I told Monkey.

Sammy turned a scornful eye at the both of us and said…”you just watch…I’ll get all of us out in a cat minute.”

Slowly he walked over to the door and sat down. He just sat there looking into the rest of the house waiting for Mom or Dad.

They never came.

It’s not working I fretted.

“Hang-on Dog I’m not done yet.”

“MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!! Screech, yowl.”

“Wow! You sure are demanding, Sam,” Dad exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen then onto the back porch. Dad pushed open the backdoor and Sam yelled—NOW. So we all bolted out the back door.

After a few minutes Mom and Dad came out! “YAY! We are all outside!” I bayed!

Dad headed over to the big truck where he is working on fixing the tail lights and Mom packed the trash to the trash cans.

“Come on, Monkey and Sam lets go see if there is any news at the canal.”

“SAY THIS IS FUN!” Monkey screamed as she zoomed by Sam, Mom and I…”first one up the Willow tree is Queen of the world!”

“Look at that cat go!” Mom laughed. “I think she has finally figured out being outside is fun!” Then Mom started loading up wood for the day.

“Come on Sam let’s see who has passed this way.”

Sniff, sniff…..”oh, Aanda’s big yellow and white Tom Cat.”

“GRRR, GROWL that neighbor cat is NOT welcome on this place….grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Sammy casted a malevolent eye toward the canal.

“What cat? Huh, what cat, Sam….how can you tell, are you sure…where did he go…huh, Sam? Sam….”

“Shhhhhhh, Monkey…just put your nose to the ground and follow the scent”…Sam glared at Monkey.

“Sniff, sniff…..oh, yeah, you are right, Sam, snuff, snuff…yep, right here…down this side of the canal…”

“COME ON…let’s see how far he went up the canal!” I invited as I slid down the side of the canal.

Down we all went- Sam, Monkey and myself.

“Oh! This is really fun!’ Monkey exclaimed…”look there are pockets of water trapped between the rocks and little hidey holes under the long grass along the canal bank…”

“Look for mice”, Sam said. “Don’t waste your time jumping on the rocks, Monkey…if you can find a mouse or two you can have a really nice snack.”

“You cats just go on and enjoy yourself, I think I’m going to hop up on the ditch bank road to smell what news is up here”…hummm,

deer…yes…buck and a nice buck.

Oh…yes…the mom and the fawn are in the corn….RACCOONS!!! A couple of big ones….snuff, sniffle…mice. “HEY! SAM THERE ARE A TON OF MICE IN THE CORN FIELD!!!”

“SAM!”

“Thanks, Boomer, yum, yum, swallow, slurp…I found a few down here.”

“BOOMIE!!! WHERE ARE YOU?”

WHAT! Mom’s calling. Maybe I’d better —————head ——————–home…but………..wait……….hummmmmmmmm…skunk…I think they are getting ready to hunker down for the winter.

“BOOMIE! YOU WANT TO GO TO TOWN WITH ME? BOOMER! DO YOU WANT TO GO!!!?”

GO?

GO” Town!?

“I’m COMING MOM!!! “

“I’m Coming!!!”

“Bye cats….I’m heading into town now. See ya when I get back!”

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer—Morning News

Posted on November 14, 2014 by Dayphoto

I had a bad dream last night. I woke the whole house going hooooooooooooooooooooo, whimper, whimper…whine.

Mom got up and sat with me for a while. Then she and I went for out for a mid-night walk….that helped. (We always walk around mid-night, Mom says it helps us sleep better—she and I.) I tried to tell Mom that I dreamed Fuzzy was gone, that I couldn’t find Fuzzy. When we went outside I looked in our doghouses, then I realized.

The walk helped.

On the walk I smelled the Momma Deer and her almost grown fawn.

They ran down the lane and into the barn yard. Darn! If I were outside I could have bayed at them!!!

Anyway, my folks get up at 5 a.m. The sky starts to just show light around 6:15 or so, as soon as it started to get light I barreled out the back door to see if the deer came into the yard.

Nope…a yellow and white tom cat…he belongs to the Lady across the street from the other house….a female teenaged kitten…which also belongs to the same lady (she doesn’t believe in keeping her cats inside—so of course they come a visiting).

Sammy and

Monkey stay inside at night…and most of the day (if you really want to know the truth) Well…Sammy goes out lots during the day—

He likes to hunt mice in the hay stacks! Mom says its best the cats stay inside, there are coyotes and fox who like to eat cats (and dogs) AND there are tom cats that fight, so staying inside and sleeping by the fireplace is a very good thing.