My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Four

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Four

 

I decided my first stop was going to be way over at the other equipment area…Stewart and Stanley Squirrel had vacated our farmyard and moved over to the old equipment area after one of our adventures a while back and never came home again.

So, if I want to see them, I have to go over there.

Sometimes I go over with Mom…Mom likes to feed the squirrels and chipmunks who live over there; she doesn’t do it often, but when she does I always go with her.

I picked up my paws and trotted swiftly along…only stopping once in a short while to pick up any news about the farm—you know little tidbits of knowledge.

As soon as I got over to the equipment I ran into Stewart and then Stanley.

They are very busy gathering ‘stuff’ to push down into their cellars in their little holes…so busy they really couldn’t stop and talk to me.

Also, their cheeks were amazingly full.

I then moved on down to another piece of equipment looking for Chester the chipmunk and anyone of his family.

There he was and so was Chimmy his new girlfriend.  Neither one of them even gave me the time of day.

Well, that was disappointing!

I did see a few birds sitting around on the implements, but most birds always act rather afraid of me and fly off.

Speaking of flying off a HUGE bird flew right over my head and gave me the startle of my life!  I flung myself down and crawled on the ground I was so terrified I was going to be bird food. (Although, it would have to big a rather HUGE bird to pick me up, but still.)

I did check out the finch feeder Mom hung up to see who was visiting the feeder.

On my way back out the equipment area, I scared up a mess of ring-neck doves.

I bayed at them and a gave a little chase.  Not a huge chase just a little chase.  I mean, after all, I am on an adventure.

Then…right out the blue—a HAWK took out after the doves!  Talk about scattering doves, that did it!

I sat down and high-fived the hawk.  He didn’t see me.

I sniffed and snuffled all along the equipment, down in the tree hollows, over into the old fill-in silage pit when I saw

A Message is written in stone on the ground!

Come this way…help!  It said!

Help!?

I best go that way to see who is in trouble and what I can do to help.

With that, I was off…heading toward where?  I guess I will keep looking for signs until I can figure it all out!

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My 12th Birthday Party, A Sherlock Boomer Adventure, Chapter Three

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Three

We made it to the house, I yipped until Mom came to the door.  Chris was really nervous.  “Just remain calm, Chris. Tell Mom your story, I am positive she can help you.  And if she can’t help you I’ll bet you can live with me.”  I put a paw on Chris’ shoulder.

Mom opened the door and just stood there staring at us.  Right at that moment the little grandchild visiting us rushed right out and yelled that I had brought a friend home.

In Chris and I bounded.  Chris stopped on his way by my bedroom and got a really long drink of water out of my water dish, then he spied my cereal and woofed down four or five huge mouthfuls.  All the while the little granddaughter kept calling for us to come to see her.

Only after Chris’ got his thirst slacked and his tummy full did he head into the woodstove room to get loves.

Mom followed us in.

“Goodness, Boomer, where did this little fellow come from?”  She reached down and patted my back.

“Out on the farm…I tried to tell her.  He was lost and trying to get home.”  I tried with all my doggie might, but Mom just doesn’t know how to understand unspoken words.

“Well, let us see what we can do to find his home.” Mom said to Dad and Tally.  Then Mom got on the phone and started calling neighbors…no one knew the dog or even knew who might have a dog like Chris.

Then Mom started called the Vet Clinics in Delta — Yep!  Very soon she got a vet who knew the dog, knew the person who owned the dog, knew where the dog lives and the dog’s Mom’s phone number.

Mom then called Chris’ Mom and she was there in 10 minutes flat.  Chris and his family live two miles up the road from us…just two more miles and Chris would have made it home.

Still, I told Chris, “it’s a very good thing you came here…I promise you Coyotes live on the farm”!

We all waved goodbye to Chris as he sat in the backseat waving his little paw back at all of us.

Well, a good thing accomplished during my 12th Birthday Adventure.

Now…back to checking out the farm…I still want to go see some of my friends!

Boomer

 

 

2 My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Two

Off I went…sniffing here and there I headed into the cornfield inhaling as many odors as I possibly can.

Then I started into the new hayfield when I heard !!!!!   WHAT!!!!

A yipping sound!

Then a barking sound!

Then Suddenly Out of the weeds came a little white dog!

“MY! Heavens!  Who are you?” I asked.

Yip, Yip, bark, bark….twirling and swirling around me in a blur.  Finally, I put out a paw and tripped him!

Bam!

“Okay, settle down and tell who you are and what is going on.” I held my paw on his back.

“Chris! Chris is my name. Oh, Boy, am I glad to see you, it’s been terrible out here. Horrible!  Just awful!  I ‘ve been walking and walking for hours and hours and I am hungry and I am tired and  I am scared and I need my family.” Pant, pant, the little dog breathlessly told me.

“Alright!  If I remove my paw, you can sit up and be still. I will help you, but first, you MUST slow down and talk slow and walk slow and just slow DOWN.”

“Oh! Good!  You will help me!  Remove your paw and I will just sit here.”

I removed my paw very slowly.  VERY slowly!  I wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to sit still.

But he did.

“Say, you are a Jack Russell, aren’t you?”  I marveled.  “Not many Jack Russells out here in the country.”

“Yes, I am.” He beamed.  “My name is Chris and I lost my people.  We all went down to the giant canyon, I was riding in the back of the pick-up when I saw a rabbit bounce off the side of the road into the Rabbitbrush so I jumped out and gave CHASE!  When I looked up again I was in somewhere land and mom and the pickup were GONE!  Just gone!” Chris wailed.

“Okay…then what did you do?” I questioned him.

“I started walking. I headed in the direction I thought my home was and I started walking, and running, and hopping, and sniffing, and chasing a squirrel or a rabbit or two until I made it here.”

Humm….I remember those days for me also.  That is how I got Mom and Dad and Fuzzy…being lost and then found.

“Well, you are found now” I gave him a high-five with my right front paw, “Let’s go home to Mom she will know just what to do to find your people.”

“Okay!” Chris barked so off we went.

“I was lost like you once, Chris.  Only I was dumped out told to scram.”

“WOW! Really!  WOW! How Horrible” Chris looked at me with huge eyes.

“It was, but I found Fuzzy and the rest is history. Which reminds me, how in the world did you make it through Coyote world? Those creatures are vicious and scary and would have chomped you down in two gulps for a snack if they saw you?”

“I hid.  It was hard!  I had to crawl into the weeds in the field you found me in an inch my way slowly, slowly into a place where I thought they couldn’t find me.  They were soooo close it was scary.”  Chris started shaking and shivering.

“Well, you did okay…come on let’s run, Mom will be delighted to have you and she will know just what to do to find your people!”

With that, we took off running to my house!

 

GUESS! WHAT!?!?!?!—-Thursday, November 1, 2018

Yesterday was my annual visit to the vet!

And my birthday is NOT 13, that Mom thought it was it’s my 12th birthday!!!

MOM WAS WRONG!!!!  I am much younger a whole YEAR younger!!!

YAY!
Boomer

My Thirteenth Birthday A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

My Thirteenth Birthday

Chapter One

 

This month I am 13…really Mom and Dad don’t know my birth month and I can’t remember…too little you see.  But it was in October I was rescued here on the farm…all skinny and worried and sad…caught in a live trap to see what was causing havoc out by the cornfield.

That is where I learned to LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! Canned cat food.

In the live trap, all scared and terribly hungry!

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Mom fell in the love with me the first time she saw me.  Fuzzy fell in love with me and shared his dog house, food, and dog bed with me until the October he went over the rainbow bridge.

So—-because Mom doesn’t know my real Birth day, the day she found me is my Birthday!

Mom found me on the 10th day of October.  The Vet said I was around 5 years old (just like Fuzzy was when Mom found him) that makes me THIRTEEN!

To celebrate my thirteenth years of being alive I decided it was time to take a wee walk about on the farm (who knows if I will be able to next year) and give myself a birthday party with all the friends I meet.

I have some really cool friends.  Friends that do NOT want to meet Mom or Dad and more than likely really won’t be invited to come into the yard….just say’n.

 

So here it is…October—almost November and I think it’s time I have a bit of an adventure.

I chose my time carefully…waiting for Mom and Dad to be very busy splitting wood — not watching me in any shape or form—and took off On A GREAT ADVENTURE CELEBRATING MY BIRTHDAY!

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—-Mom Has Computer Troubles

Mom’s computer broke…well it really didn’t break, nor did it die, but the nasty “Time to Update” happened—after which Mom’s computer would NOT OPEN.

So Mom called her Computer Repair guy.  He was out on a call and would come by late afternoon to see what he could do.

So there was nothing to be done on the computer—-all day.  Which didn’t mean Mom did nothing.

She and Dad worked on removing nails from a building they salvaged,

cleaned up around the hay stackyard, loaded out another load of hay, cooked lunch, patched a roof on the tile house…

and in general, kept really busy!

 

Then late, late in the day!  The computer was repaired and good to go again!

Mom, Dad, and I  (also Mindy and the two chickens)  all danced with joy.

 

But more than all us…Mom was more than delighted!

Off to bed now.  It’s been a long day!

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Rocky Chaco Man

Mom, Dad, and I were out working around the haystack yard when Mom looked up and said: “We are heading toward colder weather—sundog in the sky!”

I looked up with her and sure enough…there it was all sparkly and purdy!

Anyway…back to Rocky Chaco Man—

He has the best job…he gets to have lots of hugs and pets and pets and hugs…you see Rocky is a Reading Dog for the Mesa County Library System.

Rocky says he LOVES his job, but he HATES having to have a bath before he goes!!

HATES IT!

But Rocky Chaco Man’s mom insists—she says little kids can be allergic to dog fur so Rocky has to be as clean as possible.

Rocky says once he gets there he doesn’t even remember the horrors of the bath. It’s all about kids and hugs from that point on.

(I agree with Rocky…baths are NOT my favorite thing!)

Boomer Beaglie Brown

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Moon Walk

Mom and I took a walk in the moonlight…that beautiful wonderful silver moonlight!

Mom LOVES walking in the moonlight.

Mindy didn’t go, she was sleeping next to Dad when Mom and I got up and went outside around one in the morning.

It’s still warm here, but cooling down rapidly in the night.  It’s quite cold by morning.

But one o’clock is not bad…work jacket cold.

So off we went…just Mom and I.

On our way past the cornfield, we ran into a buck…well, actually we scared him.  He was sleeping at the edge of the field, near the irrigation ditch.  Up he jumped!  Mom’s camera caught him in the light of the moon and a little star next to the moon.

“Cool!” Mom exclaimed.

I just kept on sniffing around and down the road.  Although, I do stay close to Mom anymore…elderly now you see.

Mom doesn’t make me stay close, I just want too.

We walked around the big cornfield then crossed down the ditch between the little corn field and the big corn field and ran into TWO bucks.

MOM was very careful to be very still so she could get a couple of photos of them.

I was very still also.  That camera thing is really important to mom.

Flash!

Good job!

Of course, the deer scrambled away.

We started back home, just Mom and I, nothing much happening when Mom stopped took a photo and started RUNNING!

I ran with her, all big grins and floppy ears.

I wonder what made Mom run?

Oh, well, I will probably never know.

Still, the running was fun!

Boomer

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— A Visit with Friends

Mom and I headed over to the other equipment area to ‘do some work’.  Mom goes over with Dad to help Dad do something hard…like change out a fuel pump, work on the chain on the pickup header, you know ‘stuff’; things I don’t have to do EVER!

So, while they were working, I took myself off to see what I could see, learn what I could learn, and find out all the news on that part of the farm.

I was sniffing along

when suddenly from out of no-where came Quade’s wife Quick and all the little Quails…cheeping and chirping as they scuttled along…they came so very fast and in such a large group I nearly jumped out of my dog fur!

As they scuttled away Quade appeared.

Quade and I visited for a spell, then he was off…he didn’t want Quick to get too far out of his sight.

Closer to the old (filled in) ensilage pit I ran into Stewart and Stanley.

They chattered with me for a long time, but I found listening to them rather hard…full cheeks and communication do NOT make good partners….

Stewart kept spitting little chunks as he talked…kinda interesting and gross all at the same time.

I had headed over to the little asparagus patch, down the tiny draw there when I hear the high-pitched whistle of …. HAWK!

I jerked my head up to look into the branches of the very ancient willow tree and saw….a wind-blow hawk surveying the place where Quade and his little family had just vacated.

I raced back up the small rise in the land, ran over to Mom, turned around and, raised my right front paw, straightened out my whole body so I was an arrow from the tip of my nose to the tip of the tail, lifted my head up and HOWLED!!!  Pointing with all my might at the tip of the old Willow tree and the hawk!

Mom and Dad stopped whatever they were doing looked at me, looked at where I was pointing and saw that hawk surveying the farm for lunch!

“Good Job, Boomer!”  Mom came over to where I was standing, took out her camera and took several photos of the hawk.  Just as she finished the hawk took off; flying up high into the sky, then way over onto the back of the farm on the Back Forty…a long way from where Stewart, Stanley, Quade, and the chipmunks live. Thank Goodness!

Mom and Dad did a little bit more of whatever they were doing.

Then Mom called me and put me on the four-wheeler, gave me a pat and a kiss on the nose; we were off.

 

Heading home

where Mindy Cat is safe from the likes of at big bird predator in the sky.

And Mom and Dad and I can do ‘stuff’ around the farmyard, instead.

Boomer Beaglie Brown

 

 

 

There in the Star-Flexed Sky—-Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Boomer and I went for wee walk last night (and a couple of nights ago)

Mindy following along behind, besides, in front, sometimes hidden, sometimes right at my feet

We went when the moon was just a sliver, followed by a shining star

I got it in my head to try and take a photo or two of the stars shining down on us as we walked along…the orange lights at the bottom of the photo are the house lights way over the mesa and down in the holler from our farm

 

It was surprisingly fun to soar up above the earth with my camera

This is Venus shining gloriously in the west.

Someday I would love to have a camera which could take better photos of that wonderous sky at night.

But until I am very rich…I will enjoy the camera I have…

and my wee walks

with very good friends

As we explore the beauty of the night!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

P.S.  That is the pinto bean header on the pinto bean combine at night.  I thought it was rather neat looking!

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