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.

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Six

I took my long, long, very restful nap.

Woke-up, got a nice wet drink of water, walked over to where Mom was working on her flower beds

and sat down to wait patiently for Mom to notice me, and give me a couple of pats or so—maybe even sit down and take a rest—right by me.

I was sitting there watching Mom when my oldest sister walked right up on Mom and me!  I jumped up ever so surprised and found out Penelope Puppy had come over with her Mom, my oldest sister, to have a visit!

COOL!

Penny Puppy and I played bity face, sniffy butts, run around on the grass…  all sorts of fun and exciting dog things.  (Humans don’t usually get ‘dog play’, but that’s okay.  We dogs GET IT!

While we were playing I noticed that Mom and Shannon were backing Dad’s pick-up and heading toward that old sofa the grandkids’ parents left in our yard. Then they were loading UP that sofa in the back of Dad’s pick-up and then getting some other stuff.

Penny Puppy and I sat on the grass and watched them, “What’s Up, Boomer?  Do you know?”

“Hummm….I’m not sure.  I’ve seen Mom do this before.  She loads up all sorts of stuff in the back of Dad’s pick-up and drives off.  Sometimes Shannon (my oldest sister—your Mom) comes over here with all sorts of stuff in her pick-up, then Mom and Shannon go down the long farm road and are gone for a couple of hours at least.  When they come back there isn’t anything in the back of pick-up.  That’s all I know.”

“Are they leaving without me?”  Penny Puppy almost cried.

I put my paw around Penelope’s shoulder.  “Don’t worry, Pen Girl.  You’re with Uncle Boomer.  I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Just about that time Shannon came over and said—“You stay here, Penelope.  I’m going to the dump and will be back shortly.  When I’m back we’ll walk home.  Play with Boomer.  Boomer will take care of you.”  With that she got in Dad’s pick-up with Mom and was gone.

Penny Puppy sat there forlornly (for about three seconds), then started playing ‘get Boomer’s tail’.  So what did I do?

I played ‘get Penny’s tail first’.

This went on for a spell until Dad came in to fuel up the tractor.  He had been out marking one of the corn fields.  We sat and watched him pull in, swing the tractor around, then stop in front of the fuel tank, get out and well…

My eye caught the flash of a lightning bolt way, way over on the Uncompahgre Plateau.  It seemed to be flashing in a thick line of big dark thunderclouds—flash…Yes!  There it was again. It was a tiny, tiny little flash, but my very good Beagle eyes picked it up.

“Let’s go DO something, Boomer!”  Penny Puppy whined at me.  “I’m getting B.O.R.E.D.”  Penelope started whimpering.  “Let’s go to my house!  The other dogs are down there and we can play bity face with them.”

I watched Dad climb back into the tractor, put it in gear and head back out to continue marking the corn ground.

I then looked over at Penelope with her big puppy eyes looking at me when I heard…..

Thunder!  Hum….Thunder.  Thunder can mean lighting, and it can also mean rain.

“Okay,” I distractedly replied to Penny Puppy… “But let me check out the weather first.  I think I can hear thunder way over there in the southwest corner of the world.”

I took off at a jog to the corner of the farm road Penelope right behind me.  Yep…there was thunder, but it was a long ways off…clear over the very end of the Uncompahgre Plateau probably clear in the other county next to the Utah border.

“Okay, Penny Puppy, everything is all clear…sun is up in the sky, although rather hidden behind some clouds right now, the loud thunder and fire is way over in Utah, Mom and Shannon are gone, Dad’s in the field— lets head over to your place and check out what Rocky and Shiloh and Etta are doing!

With big happy leaps and bounds we headed out—going up the farm road by the alfalfa field, then turning west on the super highway farm road—we saw Dad working steady…. making it to the end of the super highway farm road we came to the NEW DITCH!

Now this is where we sorta, kinda, stopped.

Well…you know how it is…we made a little wee stop to play a little bit in the new ditch.

After all it was new and neither one of us had ever played in it before so there we stopped. Jumping in and out and running up and down.  It was a huge BLAST!

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Five

Now, if you remember, last week Min-Min woke me up from a very light doze…Beaglie’s don’t ever sleep heavy.  Nope, no sire, no way…we are always ready at the flash of light, the sound of tires or…whew! Boy am I ever tired.

Anyway, Min-Min woke me up with alarm in her voice, which had me awake in an instant.  Then I heard Romeo whinnying!  Min-Min told me that Sam took off for the bridge growling so we took off in the same direction.  It was about the time we started off I realized we were hearing crackling sounds.

“STOP, MINDY!”  Not toward the bridge but toward the machine shed.  “I not only hear crackling sounds I can see sparks flying.”  I took off at a huge run…this spring has been goofy crazy with fires.  If there was a fire at the machine shed the whole farm was in deep trouble.

I made it to the machine shed, just as Mindy jumped on to the trailer stored next to the shed.  I looked back to see if Sammy was coming, but I guess not. He stopped about the trash can area; watched us run by and headed on toward the bridge.  Romeo was still on the other side of the canal staring at us…”Find out what’s happening,” he whinnied. “Then come let me know.”

“OKAY!” I bayed back.

I turned around and screeched to a stop…the monster was back!!  A space alien had landed in our yard and was shooting sparks everywhere!  The space alien’s big black head with ONE EYE was bent over something so deadly sparks were flinging off his long skinny arms and HUGE WEIRD LEATHER LIKE HANDS!!!  Not only that…the Space Alien must have tackled Dad and gobbled him up for the Space Alien was wearing Dad’s shirt, Levis, and boots!

I started barking BIG TIME!! HUGE BIG LOUD LUNG FILLING BUILDING RICOCHETING BARKS!

Min-Min added in huge yowls and squeals!

Suddenly Mom was there.

“What is going on?”  She asked putting a hand on my head and reaching out to grab Mindy, who scrabble away as fast as possible.

About that time the Space Alien stopped making sparks, raised that big, huge, leather like hand to his head and TOOK HIS FACE OFF!!!

I crawled behind Mom…that thing ate Dad and now it’s going to try to get ME!

Then…there was DAD!  Just looking at all of us—Mom (who was laughing, why I don’t know), Min-min who had crawled to the top of the corral and was hiding up there and me…shivering and shaking behind Mom legs.

“The welder must have scared them” mom explained to Dad.

Dad just looked at us again and lowered his helmet and went right back to work.

Shish.  I tucked my tail under my body and slunk back to the house.

“Wait, Boomer!” Mom called.  “Come sit with me—everything is going to be okay. It’s just Dad fixing something on something so he can keep farming.”

Mom was sitting on the trailer.  I walked back over and just looked at her—Mom reached down and picked me up and sat me down beside her on her side away from Dad and the spark making thing called a Welder.

Gradually, the warm sunshine and mom petting me calmed me down enough I went to sleep.

I slept for a long-time.  A really nice long-time.  Then I felt Mom getting up.  I heard her voice…”Come on, Boom, let’s go.”  Dad heading out to make ditches and we need to go over and get the railroad ties for the new flower beds I’m creating.”

I jumped up as fast as my short Beagle legs can jump and almost fell off the trailer.

“Goodness, Boomie!” Mom caught me.  “You sure have been having a rough time lately.”

‘Not really Mom…it’s all the monsters who have been invading the farm, they are exhausting me.’ I licked Mom’s hand as she lowered me to the ground.

Then she picked me up, put me on the four-wheeler, and we headed over to the bone yard, which is really the junk pile of all types of lumber.

Dad went by with the ditcher….Mom and I came back got the pickup, went back over and loaded the pickup,

then Dad went by with the blade to make the waste ditches.

Back home, Mom unloaded me, the railroad ties and went to work.  Watching Mom work made me realize I needed to go tell Romeo what was happening.  Off I went, only to find out Romeo was way, way, way up the pasture.

Coming back in the yard I realized I had nothing to do, no jobs, nothing to protect so it was time to….

TAKE A NAP!

 

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Four

The next morning Mom, Dad and I—your very handsome beagle, Boomer Beaglie Sherlock Brown headed up to the upper end to do some fence work.

I LOVE doing fence work!  Mom and Dad get off, Mom picks me up and puts me down on the ground; I hang around with a big goofy smile on my face, so Mom thinks I want to hang out with her.  THEN when they get their gloves on I gradually sniff my way here and there away from where they are working.

BUT!!!!!

I always keep an eye on them so I can hitch a ride back home.  It’s a long walk back home, if I don’t.  I know…because I’ve had to trot home a time or two.

About noon I looked up and saw….phooey, Mom and Dad were gone and I was still up here!

I picked up my paws, turned my nose north and started slowly making my way back to the house.

I made it home just about the time Dad, Shannon and Romeo were leaving the yard.

I trotted on over to the kitchen door to see if Mom had put out my lunch!  OH! YUMM!  She did! I busily started chowing down.  Beagles are all foodie’s, you know.  There isn’t a beagle in the world who isn’t interested in FOOD!

Suddenly there was a stranger in the yard….I took off baying!  ALARM! DANGER! STRANGER! MOM! HURRY! COME!!!

Mom came to the door, the door opened then shut, I kept up my warning bays…Mom was by my side…

“SHHH, Boomer. Stop!  I can’t hear!”

I slunk around the other side of the pick-up…lifted my leg on the first tire, stopped at the second tire—the one in the back, just as I was heading around the up side the pick-up started so I jumped back out of the way.

Then the pick-up was gone….along with my MARKS!

Tee Hee!  Just let any dog who gets close to those tires and they will know that BOOMER THE BEAGLE SHERLOCK was HERE!

“That’s the ditch company, Boomer!  The water is coming. Let’s head on out to the canal and watch the canal fill up!”  Mom said, as she leaned down and gave me some head rubs and a kiss on my nose.

Running as fast as I could I beat Mom to the canal–“No water here, Mom!” I barked at her.  “NOTHING!”

“Not a thing!  Dry as a bone!”  I reported to Mom.

“You silly, pup.  Just hang on…the water is at the cross-over pipe and heading down here.  I can see the backhoe cleaning out the trash as the water heads our way.”

“No water, Mom…see…dry!”

“OH! HERE IT COMES, MOM! WATER AND WEEDS AND LOTS OF TRASH!”  I barked and barked at the water…”It’s going to flood!  MOM!

Mom just chuckled and called me to her side.

While the water was filling up the canal, the ditch people ran a big backhoe raking out all the weeds.  Mom and I watched and watched.  About the time the water and the backhoe made it to the end of our property Romeo, Dad and Shannon were home!

After much jiggling and juggling Romeo was back on the pasture, Mom and Dad were back in the house and it was just Sam the cat, Min-Min Lou, and myself outside.

Waiting.

Waiting for Mom and Dad, or Dad, or Mom to come back out!

Sammy and

Mindy took of positions of wait.   But me…I headed into my dog house closed my eyes…and snore, snerk…….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

“Boomer”

“Boomer”

“Boomer are you awake?”

“Huh?!”

I raised my head and blinked several times. “Wa!  WHAT!” I sputtered.

“Something’s up” Min-Min whispered.  “Romeo is running up and down the fence line whinnying.

Sammy took off toward the bridge growling.  And—“

My left ear jerked up, as far as a beagle ear can go.  “What IS that sound?” I turned a puzzled look toward Mindy Cat…

I pushed myself out of my comfy dog house and stared off down the road…crackling sounds…”Let’s go Mindy….something isn’t right!”  I took off for the bridge with Mindy right behind me.

 

 

 

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Three

Early the next morning Houston arrived!  I always like it when Houston is here.  Houston and I are the bestest of best friends.  She used to live here, but she doesn’t anymore.  Now she lives in Alamosa, Colorado, and comes to visit us at least twice a month.

The second Houston gets a chance she heads over to my part of the farm to see me and Mom.  Mom always has a treat ready for her.  Then Houston heads back to her part of the farm.  Sometimes I go with her and sometimes I don’t.

Anywho…Houston arrived– mom gave us treats — we decided to head back to the other side of the farm to see Etta and Rocky. It was on the way back to the other side of the farm we ran into Rusty!

Rusty is ONE of the foxes who make their den on the farm. Rusty was high tailing it as fast as he could away from Etta and Rocky’s yard.

“WHOA!  STOP!”  I bayed.  “What were you doing down at Etta’s and Rocky’s yard!”  I hollered.

“NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL!”  Rusty yelled back at us, as he kept running.

Houston took off…dashing madly after Rusty!

“What were you doing at the farm?”  Houston growled at Rusty as she pounced on Rusty’s tail causing him to slam to a stop!

“Ah, er, um….nothing.”  Rusty yipped his sharp cunning eyes darting this way and that.

“Nothing?!” I pondered…”Like as in nothing—just making sure the chickens were in their proper place in the yard!”  I took a step closer to Rusty.

“Well,” a rush of water suddenly flowed out of Rusty’s mouth, SLURP, his big red tongue came out and slicked up all the slobbers, as a cunning smile played on his face.  “I was just wondering, slurp, drool, if maybe…just maybe a poor young chicken has wandered away from the chicken yard…you know, sorta SLURP, lost its way and I could—well—you see—help it find its way, so to speak.”

Houston let go of Rusty’s tail; growled, a low menacing sound low in her throat.

I took two steps closer and slunk down in the crouch Fuzzy showed me when going after wayward cows.  (If it works for cows, I reasoned, it should work for a fox!)

Rusty whipped around to face us. “Hey, now…slow down…I was, er, slurp…HUNGRY!  OKAY! I am HUNGRY! It’s been forever since I ate…”

Houston took two steps closer.

“I mean…look…six pheasant eggs, a Mallard duck, and twenty mice just don’t fill up a fox.  We need LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of protein.”  Rusty was slowly, ever so slowly backing up…two steps back, stop, two more steps back.

Gradually Houston and I got Rusty the Fox, to the old Apricot tree when he broke and ran.

“Whew! That was hard work!” exclaimed Houston… “For a second or two there I almost felt sorry for that fox, but the look in his eye told me he was a con-fox if there ever was one!”

Houston and I turned as one and trotted back to the farm house where Rocky and Etta live, chuckling at this great adventure we just had.  Catching a fox is a big deal…threating him to run away even bigger!