The Adventures of Boomer, Friday, September 18, 2020

Mom and I went for a wee walk-about.

It has to be a short walk, as I don’t like to walk very far now days

Still, we did it!  It felt good.

After so long inside it felt wonderful to be able to run free in the open air.

We walked out to the cornfield.  The ears are turning down now.  The drying process is going well.

I felt like a young dog again (this was taken in 2018)

At least for a little while.

Boomer

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Twelve, Friday, September 11, 2020

Chapter Twelve

What Mom doesn’t know.

She really doesn’t know how Beaglie is doing.

Sometimes he seems better, ever so much better.

Then sometimes not.

Last night Mom sat up with Boomie from mid-night to two in the morning.  Then she came back to bed and petted and petted and petted me.

I purred lots for Mom.

Sometimes Mom needs comforting also.

Then in the morning Boomer seemed like his old self.

But getting up he hurt his leg.

Sigh!

So now Boomer is on ¼ dose of Prednisone to help the pain and inflammation in his body.

It’s cold here!

The Canadian Geese are back…Early.

Mom, Boomer, Dad, and I all think we are heading toward a very hard wet winter.

Although, by Saturday we are going to be in the high 80’s again.  But the lows are what count this time of year….in the low 40’s, they say.

I still like to go out and hunt and protect the farmyard from other cats and mice—mice are yummy, pretty damaging. I see it as my ‘job’ to take care of mice.  No one takes care of mice like I do!

Anyway, maybe Boomer will feel like going back on the farm with Mom and Dad.

I guess only time will tell.

So, while Mom sets and pets on Boomer, I sit with Mom and comfort her.

What Mom Doesn’t Know?

Mom says—‘when in comes to Boomer-she just doesn’t know.’

Mindy

P.S.  All the photos of Boomer were taken last week before he got really sick and the weather turned bad.

 

 

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Eleven, Friday, September 4, 2020

Chapter Eleven

We’ve had a hard week, Mom and I.


Very hard.

I got sick again.

Very sick.

Horribly sick.

Deathly sick.

Mom took me to the vet…the prognosis wasn’t good.

Mom cried and cried and cried.

Then, after giving me all the meds…I seem to be doing better.

It’s my nose again.

Maybe my chest.

Maybe my stomach.

Who knows?

The x-rays didn’t really say.

Mom just couldn’t afford all the blood work and the ultra-sounds and all the other tests.

So, she and I talked about it.

We decided to go with the x-rays and the medication.

The prednisone pumped me up so much I couldn’t sleep.  Spent the whole night panting, and moving up and down, going in and out.

So, no more SPEED for me.

Just the antibiotic for my nose.

Mom and I talked about that also.

 

It all started back up with all the smoke in the area.

Yesterday Mom said:  “Come on, Boomie. You and I need a change of pace.  This panting and huffing and puffing is not good.”

Up I went with her to check the water.

We went at noon and again in the evening.

Honestly, I think I am better today.

I sure hope so.

Mom and I have our fingers and paws crossed.

I trust Mom.

Mom kisses me lots on the nose and tells me to work hard and get well, Boomie.  “We have lots of stuff still to do together.”


I sure love Mom.

(Mom doesn’t really know how things are going to go. Please pray for the best.  The best for Boomie. I will do my best to accept whatever is meant to be.   Thank you, my friends!)

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Ten, Friday, August 28, 2020

 

Chapter Ten

Mom got a phone at noon. It was my brother,

Evan.

The news was not good, Mom’s grand-dog, and my bestest buddy, Zookie Brown passed away.

Zookie and I were great friends.

When Zookie and Bella got to stay with us, Zookie always slept with me.  Bella would sleep with Mom on the bed, but Zookie slept with ME!

Zookie was 20 years old.

Mom said she was very glad that Bella and Zookie got to stay with us while their Mom and Dad moved to Montana.

It was the last time we all got to be together, Bella, Mom, Dad, Zookie, and I.

When Mom and I were coming back from being ‘out-on-the-farm’ we saw a Sun Dog.

Somethings are hard.  Saying good-bye is one of those hard things.

But I think…this is just what I think, but I think,  that was really Zookie saying everything is fine, here over the rainbow bridge.

Good-bye, Little Buddy.  Good-bye.

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Nine, Friday, August 21, 2020

Chapter Nine

Dad had ‘stuff’ to do in town.

So, Mom, Mindy,

and I hung out in the yard

with the hens.  Mom worked.

Mindy and I had ‘stuff’ to do.

Then Mom called me and asked if I wanted to go with her, to take some photos at the Upper End, or maybe the Back Forty, or who knows even over on the Rocky Point.

Or, shudder, Coyote Hill.

Sure, I bayed.

Off we went.

Mom saw Quails and Stewart.  Stanley wasn’t anywhere to be found.

I looked for him.  But nothing.

There were lots of birds

Even a hawk hunting, or was that a Buzzard?

Neither Mom nor I knew.

We drove around lots.  Mom would get off,

then I would get off, then Mom would take photos,

and I would sniff out the news.

Back home again we went.

It was fun.

Just Mom and I.

We were pulling in when we heard Dad coming home

Zoom, zoom,

Home came Dad. We were all home at the same time!

Once more…Mindy didn’t go.  Mindy doesn’t know what she misses.  

But Mindy says…That’s Okay.

She says I don’t know what I miss when I am gone!

So, instead of what Mom doesn’t know…

once more it is what Mindy doesn’t know.

“Who cares?” Mindy said as she scampered away.

 

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know Chapter Eight, Friday, August 14, 2020

Chapter Eight

 

Off Mom (and Dad)  and I went on the four-wheeler…. time to change the water.

 

Mom sat me down.

I hung around for a time, watching Mom.

Pretty soon Mom was caught up in digging and shoveling and—you know, Stuff.

So Off I went.

Heck, there are things to see and stuff to learn about out on the farm, hanging with Mom and Dad is rather BORING!

I snuffled and sniffed my way over to WAIT!


“Hey, Hi, Stanley!

Stanley stopped munching on the peanuts Mom puts out for him.

“Hey, Boomer! Long time no see!”

I just started to make myself comfortable when Stanley came to attention, then suddenly jumped down; ZOOM he was gone.

I wonder what scared him.

 

Nothing happening out here, but a flock of corn birds flying around.

I looked up just then

and saw HAWK!

OH! That’s enough to scare anyone!

Just about that time I heard Mom hollering for me… “BOOMER LET’S GO!”

Okay.

 

Time to go.

I trotted back to Mom. She picked me up and sat me right back down on my comfy spot on the four-wheeler.

“Forward we go, Mom!” I yipped.

Forward we go!

 

 

 

The Moon, a Thing of Staggering Beauty—Monday, August 3, 2020

Boomer doesn’t always like to go with me anymore

Long walks are now out of the question

Most of the time he will go with me on the four-wheeler, but not always

He always goes with he has company.  He tries very hard to be part of their play

But last evening he wanted to go for a wee walkabout

So we did

Not going far

Just down the lane, past the equipment

Where the moon shown down on us,

A little dog, a little kitty and I

From my world to your heart,

Linda

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, July 31, 2020

Chapter Seven

I watched Mom got into the car.  Not just any car, THE CAR…and off they sped.  Mom and Dad.

I took myself,

this and

that way,

here and

there,

up and

down,

and around corners

and over to the Butler Bins.

Then around that corner where I ran into

FREDDY FOX!

Freddy and conversed for a spell, then he took off.  I still hung around checking out this and that,

OH! HIDE!!!

I slid into the cornfield on the other side of the ditch.

Mom and I think that coyote caused some damage to the young buck hanging around.

Hide, shiver, shake.

Whew! Gone!

Back over the ditch, I went, again…

QUAIL!  Whew!  That thing scattered fast.  I guess it thought I was DANGER!


Home again I went.

Maybe Mom and Dad are back!

Back into the yard…a tad tired.

Sat down in the shade when through the garden ran

STANLEY!

I was just getting ready to have a talk with Stanly when a loud rumble came roaring down the long, long, lane…

 

BAY! BARK! HOWL!!!


Sniff around the tires while the man got out and walked to the back door then walked back and got in.  In-between all his walking I got in three 3! Pees next to his tires.  THREE!  I can’t get my leg up in the air anymore, but I sure can leave a puddle or three!

Then the guy back up and was gone.

Well, nothing more to do…I checked here and then I walked over to there.

I was starting to get tired and bored!

WAIT!

I heard something!

I ran as fast as I could to the bridge.

YES! There were Mom and Dad!

WOOF! WOOF! BAYYYYYYYYY!

Good, they are back.

I watched them park the car up and get out.

Inside we went for a long nap.

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Then later on in the afternoon, Mom said, “Come on, Boomer. Let’s go for a ride.”

So WE did!

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Six, Friday, July 24, 2020

Chapter Six

While Mom and Dad were out in the second hayfield

trying to beat the

rainstorm heading our way—

I decided

to let myself out of the house

 

When out of nowhere

LOKI showed up!

“Hey, Boomer! Let’s go do something!”

Oh, my goodness, I thought to myself, Loki-Ta-Moki—Mindy Cat better hide

“HIDE MINDY!” I bayed

As soon as I bayed Loki decided to go FIND Mindy….

Ears up, tail wagging…

paws in FAST MOTION…Loki took off right to Mindy’s favorite spot to hang out.

Whew…No Mindy.

“Hey, Lok!  Slow down.  Let’s check for news and see what has been happening around here.”

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing—

“Squirrel, Loki, Mom’s squirrel she has been feeding, came through.”

‘O!  Lok—SKUNK!!! We’ve got to be careful.  Either one of us gets sprayed it’s sleeping in the shed tonight.”

Loki just bounced around, running here there and everywhere.

“Just give me the good stuff, Boomer, something that runs fast and will get away from me.  Ya know.  I don’t want to catch anything…I just want to CHASE! Like RUN FAST!

Humm, I muttered –“Oh, Loki!–-FOX!”

“FOX!?”  Loki stopped his prancing and dancing around. “WHERE? WHERE!”  Tell me, Boomer…POINT THE WAY!”

“Huh, I think he headed to the Upper End, Loki.”

“UPPER END! SEE YA, BOOMER!” 

Loki yelled as he sped around the junk pile

Geez, I wonder if I got that dog lost.  Man, will the little kids be upset!

 

Sigh.

Oh, well…time for a nap.

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Later that day…

just around evening I heard lots of chatter and the patter of feet.

Out the door, I went.

There was Kya, Black Dog, and LOKI!

Loki said he had a blast at the Upper End.  He didn’t see the fox or anything really…he just ran and ran and ran.

I led the way to the Back Door,

Where we all milled around until  Mom came out with treats for ALL OF US!!

YAY!

Then Mom and I walked with my sister, all the dogs, and my little human niece, Tally, half-way back to the other side of the farm, where they were staying for the summer.

A Gift of Earth and Sky—Thursday, July 23, 2020

I sometimes get to thinking this blog is rather repetitious

I seem to only write about the sky, the plants on the farm

My yard

Irrigating…morning, noon, night

Animals which move around in the night

And the day

The worker bee of the farm...the whole farm runs on this one person, you do understand

Sometimes I liven things up a tad

OR a daytime sighting of a typically nocturn fox

Oh, Yes, I forgot we do have the returning deer

And the joyful visit of grandchildren and granddogs

And that sweet little beagle

And that very independent cat.

Not only the work of spring, summer, and fall, the work of winter

I suppose it may be repetitious

It is our life…

Shared with you on this wee little space in time

a miracle on our tiny spot of Earth and Sky

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda