Boomer doesn’t go with Mom and me anymore. He much rather be inside under the covers, resting
Although, he does come outside if the weather is warm.
So, now it is Mom and I…walking in the grey light of early morning. The sky the color of grey and purple
Just Mom and I. At first, I liked it when it was just Mom and me, but I must admit. It feels a little lonely without that beaglie dog.
Mindy Kit-Kat (Min-Min) Brown
Mom says I have to very careful, out there hunting mice, out there, close to the butler bins
Because now the Coyotes
are moving everywhere on the farm.
(See the quail getting away from the coyote?)
Mom has seen them multiple times
when she is has been out taking photos
So, I stay close
Well, sorta close
I go past the Grain bins
And down by the hay swather and combines
Sometimes Boomer goes with me
Not like he used to go, (I ran away from Boomer, he looked so sad when I did it.)
but he still goes
Just the thought of coyotes makes me jumpy
So, to please Mom,
and to keep close to my buddy, Boomer,
(and to make me feel safe)
I stay pretty much in the farmyard
I think there are enough mice here to keep me busy and full.
Mindy Lou Min-Min Brown
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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!
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
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!
Life on a Colorado Farm 