Black Lab Dog | Life on a Colorado Farm

After a night of checking out the farm (with Mom)

I got COMPANY!

Sage came! It the first time I ever got to meet Sage. She is a Black Lab and LOTS OF FUN!

She is also still a puppy—I got tired and had to go lay down. When I did, Sage’s dad put her back into the pick-up and then they drove off.

I was too sleepy to even bark her good-bye.

Then I got to go see my DOG COUSINS!

Penelope Penny Puppy is also a puppy she is just now a year old!

We played and played and played.

That’s Etta—Etta and I love each other. We romp and play and frolic and rough house for HOURS.

Then I came home and slept for hours!

(That’s an old photo, but it’s how I looked only without anything green growing close by.)

I was wore out.

I guess I’m getting old.

Boomer

“Let’s go, Boomer!” Mom said as she walked out the back door. “Time to go see if there are any babies.”

GO! I’m always ready for GO! I trotted right behind Mom, then I gave a little jump and hit my head on Mom’s left hand! I’m here, Mom! I’m ready!

Mom stopped walking and knelt down and gave me lots of rubs and pets. I smiled so big the sun didn’t seem so bright!

“Okay, Boomie-Boo, Dad’s already got the gate down and on his four-wheeler, let’s get ours and head out.”

Off-we-go

Mom lifted me up on back, ever since I blew my knee out, Mom won’t let me jump up on the back of the four-wheeler or the pick-up. She picks me up every time. ‘Your knee has healed, Boom-dog; it needs to stay that way’.

Off we went…first to the equipment area, then down into the bulrushes, which is by the alfalfa field —see the paths the cows are making. If one goes they all go the same way.

Then over to Coyote Hill, into all the fields, through the Rabbit Brush Jungle, over on the Rocky Point to look down into the Back Forty, then the Upper End; and onto Sage Brush field going past the pond. After which we drove the mile to home. It was a BLAST! (Since it’s been rather warm here the wind in my fur felt really nice!)

Anyway, no calves yet, but soon.

When we got home my oldest sister was there waiting for us with her pack: A Rottweiler–Rocky the Chaco Man, Houston (Houston can climb trees) she is a Mountain Cur Hound, Molly a Blue Tick Hound, Beauty a Black Lab and Etta and Shiloh, White Cloud Walker Hounds.

They are all hollering and yelling at me to go with them for a run down in the Rubidoux Canyon, I jumped up and put my paws on the truck, so Mom put me in the back with them.

Suddenly they all started screaming at me, hollering and baying and yelling…it was just toooooooooo much!

SO I JUMPED OUT!!!

Mom was highly alarmed that I hurt my knee again, but I didn’t. Which was good. I hid behind Mom and I hugged her legs. I AM NOT GOING WITH ALL THOSE LOUD DOGS, MOM! I pled with her. One or two at a time but not EVERYONE!!!

Mom reached down and petted me, “That’s okay, Boomer! You don’t have to go— sometimes too much company is just too much.”

Everyone gave me lots of pets and belly rubs.

Then Shannon got in her truck and drove off…all the dogs barking. I heard them baying as they passed the other house heading toward the canyon.

Whew I’m glad I didn’t have to go!