My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 12

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Twelve

Conclusion

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

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The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Here’s What’s Happening on the Farm

First off and foremost Dad has stopped the water on the pinto beans!  That means summer is officially over!

You see in a week or two or three depending on the weather Dad will be harvesting the pinto beans.  That means lots of work.  First, the pinto beans are deprived of water.  That is so the bean plants will get the signal it’s time to dry up.

Secondly, it also lets the ground dry up so Dad can go into the field with the pinto bean puller and pull all the plants out the ground and let them dry until the leaves fall off the stems.

Once the leaves fall off the stems then Dad knows it is time to get out the PINTO BEAN COMBINE!!!

And the big orange truck.

Up and down the rows Dad will go filling the combine hopper with this year’s pinto beans.  Once the hopper is full he will dump the hopper into the big orange truck.  He will do that until the big orange truck is full.

Then he will drive to the Beanery.  Mom and I come in the pick up because the big orange truck usually has to stay at the Beanery until it is its turn to be unloaded.  Sometimes that is way into the night.  Dad doesn’t like to sit there and wait until it’s time.

If Dad gets to dump early then Mom and I come on back home.

This goes on and on until the whole field is harvested.

Summer is over.  “Sorta on the sad side”, Mom says.  Heck, I don’t care.  I like each and every day.

And my most favorite day of all…. WHEN a Delivery Truck drives down the long, long lane into the farmyard!

WHOO HOO!  BAY! HALLER! BARK! HOWL!

Boomer!