A surprise arrived from my sister and brother-in-law, who live in Grand Junction, Colorado.
It was a Mother’s Day present for Mom, but in reality, it was a gift FOR ME!!! Boomer! Boomer Brown! (I love saying my name! BOOMER, BOOMIE BROWN!)
Sherlock Boomer!
Now I can wear this when I’m on the case.
Not only that—
I’m the face of the Beagle wearing the hat on the lady’s, Gale Moore’s web page of Doggy Duds!
Sherlock Boomer Brown, Your Servant and Detective Extraordinaire
Boomer
Mom and Dad sure have been busy. So busy I haven’t got anything to do.
Sure has been boring.
I tried following Mom while planting sweet corn, but it was just WAY too hot.
Panting down the rows is well…Boring!
Sam didn’t want to do anything but lay on the outside furniture and sleep.
That’s boring.
Mom got out the brush and comb and gave me a good going over…there was a pile of fur when she was done. The sitting still was—well, boring.
But having all the fur off —Great!
Gosh…(sigh)…there is nothing fun to do. Nothing!
Huh!?
Wait!? What do I hear?
YES!!
THE FEDEX MAN! YIPPEE!
Now That was FUN!
Boomer
Don’t let anyone tell you there isn’t a very active night life on a farm or ranch…if you do let them tell you and you believe it —-YOU ARE WRONG!!! ♪♫❤♪♫❤
There is all sorts of activity. Visits from the–
Tall, sleek, svelte
Those reeking of perfume
Gorgeous and dangerous
A Monkey
Mischief makers
And those
who protect the place
Then Mom and Dad come Home…
YAY, I just report the news. I let Sam protect the place.
Boomer
I don’t have much to say today. We, meaning Mom, Dad and Myself, are still trying to get the water down the fields, morning and night, sometimes noon and afternoon.
I like irrigation season, but I sure don’t like this rain/snow/wind/rain/snow/mud stuff we are having now. I still go, but I get really wet—my belly and my legs. I need longer legs, I guess.
(There is mud out there, don’t let this fool you.)
Anyway, it’s so nasty and wet today, Mom told me I had to STAY at the house, ON my bed, in my BEDROOM. She didn’t know but I STAYED right by the wood stove until I heard the 4-wheelers drive into the yard, then I slipped ever so quickly onto my bed in my bedroom.
TeeHee
There I was sitting there like I was ready to go outside, just as innocent as you please. Mom came in and gave me lots of pets and a hug; said I was a good doggie all nice and dry and warm. I agree—good dog, dry, warm…I gave her a huge smile and a kiss on the hands!
Other than lots of sleeping, not much going on. I think the cats have it figured out…Mom and Dad get cold, wet and muddy. We stay warm and dry!
(What we woke up too.)
Boomer
It’s been busy here! I mean really busy.
Hank and I have had lots and lots to do!
Oh! Yeah. Hank is here for 9 days! 9 Days of doing stuff with Hank and sometimes the kids!
YAY!
We went to the park
Grandpa pushed the girls, Hank and I sat with Mom-mom and Mom; then we stiffed around all the bushes.
We went for a walk, actually many, many walks. Hank and I walked with kids and then we would walk out onto the farm by ourselves.
We tried to follow grandpa when he would take the kids for a ride, If Blade went on the 4-wheeler then Hank and I ran beside him…that was ALWAYS exhausting. But Blade doesn’t go fast so we can keep up.
We had a cook out where Blade played on the swing. Mom said she was very happy to see the Swing going back and forth again. J Hank and I laid under the bushes and panted…it was hot that evening.
One time we all went to the river and played in the water down there.
I even tried climbing a tree… (I didn’t like it. Hank didn’t even try to climb the tree)
The girls took me out swimming…not a favorite thing of mine to do—but Hank loved it.
Still more days to go…Hank and I, not best friends forever, like Fuzzy and I were,
but good friends.
Boomer
Tuesday afternoon, after a day of work, and me just hanging around the house being bored, Dad said “Let’s go for a ride around the place…just to get a change of scenery.”
Off we went, here there and everywhere…then way over by the equipment storage area Mom’s and my 4-wheeler just stopped. We were moving along at a decent speed and it stopped.
Dead.
“It’s that CDI box,” Dad exclaimed in a very disgusted voice. “I guess we will tow you back to the house.”
I think that was the first time I’ve ever ridden on Mom’s 4-wheeler when it didn’t make a sound.
Then the next day Mom said: “Come on, Boomer, you can go. We have lots to do down at the other house, you might as well come along.”
YAY!
Ever since last fall when I got in the wonderful wonder goo down over the hill, from the other house Mom has not let me go with her down there. If I get to go I have the hang-out with Mom the WHOLE TIME!
So this was a huge treat!
You see Mom and Dad were cutting down the front tree stump in the yard.
I rode in the pick-up with Mom, then I hung out in the field,
(looking for beef jerky and milk duds, but I didn’t let Mom know that.) and slept in the shade of the pick-up while my folks worked.
We worked from early morning to late afternoon. Only coming home for lunch.
Sometimes I followed the tractor to the hollow by the Sage Brush hill.
It was a great day! I had a marvelous time.
After Mom fed me supper I hopped into my lounge chair, just letting all the food settle you know. 🙂
I watched the house for a long time, until gradually……………….The Old Sandman got me ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I guess I was a little tired.
Boomer
The Robins have returned! Mom is so happy she stopped at the store and bought a bag of mealy worms. I stuck my nose into the bag, but…whew! It didn’t smell so good.
Then Mom, Dad and I went for a 4-wheeler ride and checked on the cows and calves.
They are all looking good. Mom thinks there are about 10-15 cows left to calve.
That’s a good thing because they cows all have to leave next week.
The bigger the calf is the better to hoof it down the hill to their next pasture. (It isn’t far, just down the hill from our other house, but a long way when you are brand new.)
Hank’s HERE! We’ve had a great time already…we’ve barked Mr. Davis down the road, Hank has barked at all the cows a few times (it always gets him yelled at… ‘Hank, stop! You can’t bark at the cows’!) We’ve checked out all the buildings and the equipment by the farm yard and hung out in the house with the little kids.
Oh, yes…the little girls are here and their Mom. My Mom says Hank and his family get to stay here clear until Sunday afternoon!
I know Hank and I’ll be tired when they hit the road, but it will be a good tired.
Boomer
In a small break in the weather, meaning no snow and a melt of sorts, (But no sun) Mom, Dad and I loaded up on the four-wheelers and headed out to check the cows and calves.
If you look where the big white arrow is pointing you will see a tiny calf. Mom has her baby all snuggled up and warm against here body.
See the brand new baby trying to get up. Mom just gave birth here.
All the cows are really tame, we can drive through them (slowly) and they never spook. I ride all the time, because just seeing me trotting alongside WOULD spook them. Mom says I have to stay right next to her.
This one is hidden behind the equipment at the equipment storage area.
Mr. Davis and his daughter check them twice a day, sometimes three times a day always, always making sure the moms and babies are doing okay. If there is one that is having trouble Mr. Davis and Theresa load them up and take them back to their really nice barn on the ranch.
For us, Mom, Dad and Myself, Boomer the Beagle,—we go out on the off-times to makes sure all is well. Just this morning we heard the coyotes moving around in the cows, never a good thing.
So far all is right with our world.
Boomer
Hank came to visit!
Hank Puff Cake McCormick. Well, his whole family came to visit, but I was much more interested in Hank. Hank and I do lots of things together, he even sleeps on the back porch with me. Hank sleeps where Fuzzy slept and I sleep where I always sleep.
The first night here Hank kept going outside and doing naughty things. The first time Hank went out and barked at the cows…Mom got up and scolded Him and made him come back to bed.
Then around mid-night Mom smelled a skunk…getting up and checking on us she saw that Hank was NOT on his side of the porch… “HANK! You get in HERE!” She hollered.
Thankfully Hank has just gone out and was still standing on the back step when Mom called him. Back in he came, which was a good thing, because there really was a skunk out by the trash cans. (Hank is not known to ovoid skunks…just saying. I do—I got sprayed once. Once was enough, I make SURE to ovoid them at all costs now.)
The third time Hank barreled out the back door Mom was right behind him. Mom was up putting wood in the woodstove so Hank didn’t get too far out the door again. This time Mom locked the door. Just as she locked the door she saw the Fox move through the yard.
“Oh, Hank! What are we going to do with you? Stay IN!” There is too much trouble out there, for you to get into, and then have to travel all the way back to Craig.”
Hank looked at a very mad Mom, hung his head and settled in to sleep the good sleep.
The next two nights Hank was decent and didn’t barrel out the backdoor every two or three hours. Which is a good thing, because Mom was getting very tired of his barking all night stuff.
Still we had lots of fun in the daytime, but the most fun was when Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs came through the yard to check on the cows. Twice a day they drive through…morning and evening. Twice a day Hank and I barked them down the lane and hollered at the three cow dogs in the back of the pick-up.
Suddenly it was time for Hank to leave. The family packed up the van and loaded up Hank and drove down the road…sigh.
OH! Well! He will be back, until then I’ll bark Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs down the lane and through the farm yard!
Yes I will!
Boomer
“Let’s go, Boomer!” Mom said as she walked out the back door. “Time to go see if there are any babies.”
GO! I’m always ready for GO! I trotted right behind Mom, then I gave a little jump and hit my head on Mom’s left hand! I’m here, Mom! I’m ready!
Mom stopped walking and knelt down and gave me lots of rubs and pets. I smiled so big the sun didn’t seem so bright!
“Okay, Boomie-Boo, Dad’s already got the gate down and on his four-wheeler, let’s get ours and head out.”
Mom lifted me up on back, ever since I blew my knee out, Mom won’t let me jump up on the back of the four-wheeler or the pick-up. She picks me up every time. ‘Your knee has healed, Boom-dog; it needs to stay that way’.
Off we went…first to the equipment area, then down into the bulrushes, which is by the alfalfa field —see the paths the cows are making. If one goes they all go the same way.
Then over to Coyote Hill, into all the fields, through the Rabbit Brush Jungle, over on the Rocky Point to look down into the Back Forty, then the Upper End; and onto Sage Brush field going past the pond. After which we drove the mile to home. It was a BLAST! (Since it’s been rather warm here the wind in my fur felt really nice!)
Anyway, no calves yet, but soon.
When we got home my oldest sister was there waiting for us with her pack: A Rottweiler–Rocky the Chaco Man, Houston (Houston can climb trees) she is a Mountain Cur Hound, Molly a Blue Tick Hound, Beauty a Black Lab and Etta and Shiloh, White Cloud Walker Hounds.
They are all hollering and yelling at me to go with them for a run down in the Rubidoux Canyon, I jumped up and put my paws on the truck, so Mom put me in the back with them.
Suddenly they all started screaming at me, hollering and baying and yelling…it was just toooooooooo much!
SO I JUMPED OUT!!!
Mom was highly alarmed that I hurt my knee again, but I didn’t. Which was good. I hid behind Mom and I hugged her legs. I AM NOT GOING WITH ALL THOSE LOUD DOGS, MOM! I pled with her. One or two at a time but not EVERYONE!!!
Mom reached down and petted me, “That’s okay, Boomer! You don’t have to go— sometimes too much company is just too much.”
Everyone gave me lots of pets and belly rubs.
Then Shannon got in her truck and drove off…all the dogs barking. I heard them baying as they passed the other house heading toward the canyon.
Whew I’m glad I didn’t have to go!
A very relieved,
Boomer the Beagle
Life on a Colorado Farm 