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!

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter One

Well, here we are again.  Mom and Dad and I are way over by the equipment area checking out something or other.  I don’t know what they are checking out, but I’m checking out all the leftovers from the cows and calves.

I was snuffing here and there and everywhere, when walking up on the ditch bank; I …..Smelled SMOKE!

I hoped over the ditch bank and ran a short distance into the stubble of last year’s field and gave a big sniff.  First I sniffed in the west that is where fires usually come in the spring.  The neighbor down the way has a BIG habit of burning off his fields.  Sometimes he leaves his fires and goes away…one year he did that and his fire ran up his pasture then onto the hills of our farm then onto the farmed part of our farm! It was a bad deal.

Nope.  Nothing coming from that direction.  Then I sniffed in the North…one time we had another neighbor burn off his land and leave and well…you know the rest of that Story….Nope.  Everything okay from that part of the farm.

Then I turned east!

WOOF!  BAAY!!! HOLLER!!! MOM! DAD!  FIRE!!! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!

I screamed as loud as I could.  Right about that moment Mom and Dad saw the smoke and flames also.

“What’s happening?!?”  Mom asked Dad.

Dad just shook his head and muttered something.

“Terry, it looks like the whole cornfield right next to the house is on fire” Mom exclaimed.

“It is.” Dad replied. “I just don’t get this need to burn off fields, supposedly the burn puts a little nitrogen back into the land, but I’ll bet it’s mighty little.”

With that Mom and Dad got back to work.  As for me…since they weren’t concerned I just went back to searching out goodies.

“Boomer!”  Mom called.  “Let’s go.”  I hurried back to Mom where she picked me up and plunked me down on the back of the four-wheeler.

“Whew, Boom! At your age you can’t eat like you have been doing.  I think you’ve put on four pounds!  I’ll be glad when the cows and calves leave and Dad gets everything worked back in the soil.  You are now officially on a diet!”

“Shish, Mom!  I’ve been on a diet for two weeks already.  You’ve got me so hungry I HAVE to go find food wherever I can find it.”  I looked up at her and gave her my sweetest, kindest grin and several little tiny thumps of my tail.

“Oh, you cute, dog!”  Mom petted me; gave me a big kiss on the nose.  “We go through this every year…the cows come, you gain weight, I put you on a diet, the cows leave and you get back to normal weight again.  What a routine we have, you and I.”   With that she was on the four-wheeler and we were heading home.

Right after lunch Mom came in from outside….I was resting on my dog bed and Dad was looking through the mail—-Mom was cleaning up after lunch and had taken some trash to the trash barrel….  “Mr. Davis and his girls are here, Terry, and they are getting ready to sort the cows and take away the ones who have not had their calves yet.”

Dad got up and headed out the door.  I made a huge dash right out behind Dad because the COW DOGS WERE HERE!!!

The cow dogs and I always, I MEAN ALWAYS, have a great time barking at each other.

While Dad talked to Mr. Davis, and after I got yelled at to stop barking—“THAT”S ENOUGH, BOOMER” by Dad.  I made the rounds of the pick-up and the stock trailer lifting my leg and giving everything an excellent squirt or two.  Hee hee.

By the time I was done, Mom was outside.  Mr. Davis, his two daughters and ALL THE COW DOGS got out of the pickup, walked to the back and unloaded all three horses waiting patiently in the trailer.  I thought about barking again, but Mom was there and she just patted her leg and told me to come sit by her.

So I did.

Those cow dogs didn’t even give me a wink of their time….as soon as everyone was up in the saddle they were gone.

Phooey!

Then Mr. Davis’ wife turned the pickup and trailer around and she was gone.  Mrs. Davis will wait at the ‘leave the field for the road’ gate and follow everyone home.

A short while later Mr. Davis and his daughters had the all the cows down by the ‘leave the field for the road’ gate and were shooing the momma cows and calves into a little group. This group of cows will leave the farm the next day or so.  You see the cows with the calves go to a different pasture than the ones going to a maternity pasture.  Also each little calf needs to be strong enough to walk the distance to their new home.  So today…just the soon-to-be- momma’s left our farm.

Mom and I watched them go.

I didn’t bark once.  Although, I did watch those cow dogs carefully.

I mean, you never know if one of them might come back to my side of the field and bark at me.

Boomer

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Friday Update

We had a winter storm come in on Tuesday.  What a long boring day that was….the cats and I slept most the day.

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Then Wednesday we had SUNSHINE!

sunset

Beautiful SUNSHINE!

And Thursday!

And TODAY!

bird-in-the-tree

Early morning the birds still look like its cold.

robin

The storm blew in a pair of Robin’s!  Mom was ecstatic!  I didn’t get it, they were just Robins.  But Mom was happy so I was too!

bay

I got in huge trouble because I brought in a fresh afterbirth.  I had just brought it onto the lawn when Mom saw me.  Grabbed the really yummy thing and hauled it to the burn barrel.

Bummer!

calf-check

Mom, Dad, and I do a daily calf run.  I Love Going on the Four-Wheeler! I just love it!  I’m safe up there, from those old mean momma cows, and I can see and sniff to my heart’s content, without having to walk!

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Mom and Dad are still cutting and hauling and stacking wood.  Three loads a day.  Although, they don’t go if the weather is snowing.

Just a minute…..

scratch

Scratch, scratch…I’ve got an itch!!!

OH!

mail

MAILMAN!!!

GOTTA RUN!
BOOMER

 

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-MOM! HELP!!!

momHi, Dad!  What are we going to do today?

mud

Mom?!  Do You have a plan to do something?

Are we going to get to do ANYTHING?!?!?

OH!

We are going to work on the fences!  YAY!

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Off we go!

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Dad is making an old part of the farm into a new farmed field; down the fences must go.

“STAY!” Mom said as she got off to help Dad.  “I don’t want you rolling in anything, eating anything, or being chased by some mad Momma.”

So I stayed.

And I stayed.

The fencing stuff piled up, poles and wire…I sat there patiently.

mom-help

Then …. Mom.  Mom, there is a cow coming to sniff me.  MOM!

MOM!!

YIKES!!!!

I jumped off and ran to Mom…a wet cow nose on my dog fur is  SCARY!

You know what?!?!?  Mom just laughed and picked me up and put me back on the four-wheeler.

“You are okay, Boomie!”  She has moved.”

Mom said this while chuckling all the time.

But, geez, those creatures are HUGE!  And they do things, like try to stomp me…

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Mom petted me and got on the four-wheeler and we were off.

my-beaglie

Whew, it’s good to be back home!

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-It Started Out as a Good Day

The whole day started out just wonderful!

bark

I barked the mail lady down the road, gave her the good ‘ol what for, and barked her all the way back out of the yard!

Felt wonderful!

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The sun was shining; Mom and I went for a walk!

helicopter

We saw a helicopter, flying low enough Mom took a photo of it!

I barked happily at it!

melting

The snow is leaving EVERYWHERE!  Only place left now is the canal, and it is melting!

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Min-Min Lou and I

out-the-otherside

played hide and seek

out

in one of the irrigation culverts!

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Then I trotted off and left Min-Min and Mom.  I needed to gather lots of news from around the place.

While out there I found a really nasty, stinky, spot and gave myself a GREAT BIG RUB and ROLL in the nasty, stinky, stuff!

I was so very happy to get back to Mom and Min-Min so they could smell this lovely odor with me!

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Mom. Was. Not. Happy!

She marched us right home and gave me a bath, with hydrogen peroxide, warm soapy water, and lots of clean rinse water.

Sigh!

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Mom is such a spoiled sport when it comes to really cool nasty smelling stuff.

Boomer

The Routine of My Life is Part of My Daily Contentment—-Sunday, January 29, 2017

woodAlthough the winter hours are snail-like in progress moving ever so slowly toward the uplifting time of Spring.

weedMy days are still full of wonder and joy.  From the tiny shadows of the dried out, but still standing weeds,

geeseTo a lone Canadian goose

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feather laying in wait for me to find it.

field-and-san-juansAnd always, always that wonder of the sun shining on the mountains;  (This mountain range is the San Juan Mountain range) surrounding our farm.

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And those oldest of sundials— shadows—horizontal, vertical, then horizontal again, in the shifting light.

black-canyonAs the light begins to die, burning color upon the land, fading moment by moment into ashes of gray. My heart lifts in song.

straight-aheadI hope I am always here.  Living out my last days… right here, on this little farm.

For you see….I truly love my life.

From my world to your heart.

Linda