My Thirteenth 12th Birthday
Well, everything turned out just fine. I ran into Mindy on my way back to the farmhouse; she was waiting for Mom or Dad to come to the back door and holler for her to come in.
I sat with her and we waited.
I think we waited three years, five months, six days and one million minutes for Mom or Dad to show up.
Finally, Mom came to the back door and yelled: “BOOMER! MINDY! COME IN!”
We sped into the house, almost knocking each other over.
Inside Mom gave us really special treats…. Mindy got a piece of shredded chicken and I got a BIG piece of shredded chicken.
“I am so glad you made it home, Boomer”. Mom patted me on the head, neck, back and gave my ears a good scratch. “I always worry about you out there on the wilds of the farm.”
Then Mom left the room came back and gave me a REAL bone. “Happy Birthday, Boomer!”
I took my bone and ran out the back door, no way was I going to share my bone with the cat!
Boomer Beaglie Brown, a.k.a Sherlock Boomer