Still Cold and Windy —- April 29, 2014

Posted on April 29, 2014 by Dayphoto

What a cold and windy day we had yesterday…and the day before….and again today! I’m holding onto the hope that calmer weather is heading in by the weekend. It sure needs too.

Some of the sweet corn has already been planted (no, we don’t raise sweet corn), but that that drew the early lottery already have the seed in the ground, just waiting for the weather to warm up before they put the water to the seed. Sweet corn harvest is timed to come off every two weeks starting around the 4th of July and ending in late September. Those that get the extremely early or the extremely late lottery always have a crap shoot going in…weather (the house) can be the winner in most cases.

The wind blew gusts of 40 m.p.h most of the day until late in the night, slowing down some, but back up again this morning. The weather people say to expect 35 m.p.h. gusts today. Freeze warning are in effect until Wednesday at 10 a.m. I’m pretty sure the fruit is all gone…I just don’t know how it could make it through all of this wind and extreme cold.

This Boomer on the run…he didn’t come when called so he had to hurry in behind me.

Fuzz always waits for me. He used to like to get out and chase the water, but not anymore.

Back home the cats know just what it takes to make life good

Now what more could you ask for? 🙂

Still all in all I thought the sunset was a perfect spot of Bling at the end of the day!

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Blessings

Posted on April 18, 2014 by Dayphoto

Mom says everything has been a roller coaster ride…the last three weeks! Boomer and I talked about a roller coaster and decided we don’t know what a roller coaster was. Since we couldn’t figure it out we decided it wasn’t important.

As for riding…heck! We haven’t really ridden on anything that was really bad…we’ve gone to do water several times, rode to town several times, laid under the pick-up lots, but as far as anything else…I guess we just don’t understand.

GUESS WHAT!!!

The water is now in the canal!

We’ve started the water on the alfalfa fields…I LOVE IRRIGATING! Most of the time I like to stay home and guard the house and the buildings and the yard [now]. But Mom makes me go with her (and Boomer and Dad) sometimes. Boy, am I ever glad I go!

You see—IT’S IRRIGATION TIME!

Hank even comes over from his house and helps out.

We had to stop…irrigating, I mean. Dad’s main ditch…the one that leaves the head gate and enters onto the farm washed out. A huge hole washed into the bend, the side caved away with Dad standing on it, and everything went splash!

The splash part was sorta neat, I rushed right over to see if something cool was in the water…nope, no water rats, or mice, or snakes…but there was DAD! I skedaddled out the way when I saw it was Dad. 😦

Mom and Dad put 300 pounds of cement into the ditch, worked on the sides, and created a whole new bend.

Just as soon as the cement cures the water will be back on and we will be IRRIGATING!!! YIPPEE!!!

We have had rain and the snow and sleet and ice. We went from a HOT day to several days of very, very cold.

Boomer and I are still sleeping inside. I’m not sure if I’m going to move us outside at all this year. Old bones really don’t like cold, you know.

Dad and Mom have the water back on and in the alfalfa that didn’t get watered yet.

You know something, I just thought of this, our lives(Dad, Mom, Boomer and I) are all governed by the irrigation water! Now THAT is cool!

Here I am just a swing’n. I like to sit in this swing and feel the breezes on my fur. Now days I have to have Mom put me up here. I get really close to the swing and look beseechingly at Mom until she comes over and picks me up and sits me on the swing.

AHHHHHHHHH!

Life is good!

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—The Wind Doth Blow

Posted on March 28, 2014 by Dayphoto

We’ve been helping Mom. She stands around and rakes and rakes and rakes, so Boomer and I sorta, kinda, sit close by. Boomer tried to sit ‘right by Mom’ but he kept getting stepped on whenever Mom backed up. Finally Boomer decided that he had better move.

Tee Hee. It takes that boy so time to get some things through his head. Giggle.

Mom was a little unhappy when she backed up and fell OVER Boomer. That is when he figured out claiming Mom as his own wasn’t a very good idea. 🙂

The wind has been blowing and the days are chilled.

Last year I moved us outside on March 8^th. Not this year. We are still sleeping inside. It did get hot enough two nights ago that we wanted to spend the night outside. Mom had just settled us down for the night…three yummy dog treats, a bedside bowl of water, lots of hugs and pets on the head, and a good night, sleep tight and Boom and I are off to dream land.

BUT a couple of nights last week it was just TOO HOT TO STAY INSIDE so Boomer and I peeled out the door. WHEW! It felt much better to cool down.

Then this week we’ve had lots of wind, the cold kind of wind, the wind that blows down off the mountain all fresh and chilled from the snowbanks up there. So sleeping inside was just right!

Today it feels like a lovely day…the sky is spring blue, the clouds are hovering over the mountains far, far, far away—we can still see them—the air is still and Boomer and I are running around checking out all the smells and news on the farm.

It is a Beautiful Morning, Everyone!

You Very Happy Dog Friend,

Fuzzy (Oh, yes, Boomer says he is happy also. And he says Hi!)

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Read All About It!

Posted on March 21, 2014 by Dayphoto

Farm work has started!

YIPPEE!!!

I LOVE being out on the land!

Fuzzy says it’s starting to be a little hard…this farm work…BUT HE CAN DO IT!!! Just don’t rush him!

(You know what — Fuzzy can’t hear very well anymore. I know it’s sort of sad.

And he sleeps lots more than he ever did…he sleeps so hard that sometimes I have to bark the mailman down the road by myself.

BUT I can still play tricks on him, by standing right by him and baying as loud as I can then running off really fast! When I do that Fuzzy wakes up with a start, hobbles up to his feet and stiff legged runs after me barking for me to wait, wait, wait!

Tee hee.)

Anyway, we are back on the land…Dad, Mom, Fuzzy and I! Dad does most of the work and Mom and Fuzzy and I help Dad.

Yesterday we all started working on the last transmission/distribution pipe on the farm. Sure is lots of work.

I checked out all the news on the place, that take lots and lots of time, you know.

Fuzzy stayed right by Mom and Dad, he says that is his job, to be close and ready for whatever Mom and Dad might need. So Fuzzy would walk up the pipe trench and then back down the pipe trench as Mom and Dad carried and lower and connected the entire pipe together.

The backhoe finished at seven o’clock last night and Mom and Dad finished with the 8^th pipe at that point. Today we start again…25 more pipe to go. Then we start to cover the pipe up.

When we start to cover the pipe up we get to ride with Mom and Dad over to the extra dirt, help them load the dirt into the big truck, come back and watch Dad unload the dirt. (I kinda think I’ll just let Fuzzy do most of the guarding, ‘cause I’m sure there is stuff out there that I really need to know about and report back to Fuzzy. After all, I’m now his newspaper!)

Well Dad is in, he has already checked out the pipe and waiting for Mom to load all of us up on the four-wheeler, gather the shovels and head out to the pipe. I really need to go and gather the news.

Reporter at large, Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Cats

Posted on March 14, 2014 by Dayphoto

Fuzzy and

I have been busy gathering the smells from around Mom’s old wood, woodpile.

Sam-Sammy-Sam has been also. Actually he has be stalking the old woodpile area; pacing here and there with that ‘I’m going to find you’ look in his eye.

Monkey (a nine-year-old, almost ALWAYS a house cat) was hanging out with us, as we were helping Mom sort the woodpile—Monkey got extremely nervous and hid –just waiting for Mom to head to house so she could beat Mom there and peel inside quickly.

The Little Buff Hen, who does NOT spend the night in the chicken house anymore, (because Mom only has ONE chicken and the chicken house is too lonely for a 6-year-old hen) acted like there was really nothing to worry about.

She said she was hanging out with Mom so she will always be safe. (You are safe, Little Hen, because Fuzzy and I are with you!)

Cluck, cluck, purr, yummy, lots of good bugs under the old wood, she cooed.

Since Fuzzy and I have been hanging out here lots; day and night, Mom got to wondering why, so she moved the night camera to find out—

“Oh”, said Mom. “I see we have more cats.”

“Two more cats. They must be wild/feral as I have never seen them in the daytime.” She mused.

“No wonder you have that look in your eye, Sammy-Sam. You need to be careful, Kitty, you aren’t a young cat anymore, you turned 13 this January.”

Harrumph! Sam growled as he turned tail and stalked over to the ditch bank. I can still hold my own! Hummm…

this grass is rather nice, I think I’ll just roll around here for a spell and scratch my back…those other cats only come at night, right now isn’t night. Besides, I usually spend most of my nights in the house next to fireplace…she doesn’t need to be such a worrywart.

“Ahhh, I see the fox is a regular little guest here. Good thing you are well protected at night little Buff Hen,” Mom said as she bent down a petted the little buff hen.

“You boys keep a sharp look out for the fox; they travel around day or night. Which, reminds me,” pondered Mom “I’m surprised we even have feral cats with the fox and the coyotes around.”

“UGH! Now this is one nasty cat, an ‘ol polecat, you need to stay far, far away from this cat all of you! That means you also, Little Buff Hen!”

You don’t have to worry about that Mom…Fuzzy and I just watch that skunk move through the yard, that’s one cat we do not want to tangle with ever again!

I agree, yelled Fuzzy as he tried to whap his tiny little bobbed tail in the air.

“Well, it’s starting to get evening and I’m getting tired. Let’s head back to the house and see what I can come up with for supper! Come on, Little Buff Hen. It’s your bedtime.”

Cats…I guess Mom knows now, Fuzzy…we have lots of cats!

Just as long as they don’t get near the house, Boomer, we don’t have to do anything about them!

That’s good, Fuzzy, real good!

Oh, look…Yummy canned dog food!

You are right, Boomer…I hate that dry as cardboard crunchy kibble stuff. I’m glad Mom has moved over to this nicer to chew (swallow, slurp, gulp) food!

Night Everyone!

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Boomer, My Bestest Friend

Posted on March 7, 2014 by Dayphoto

Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world! (Well, outside of Mom, that is). I really don’t like other dogs, never have, never will! But when Boomer slipped into my doghouse one night I knew he and I would be friends for ever more!

Now that you know that I adore Boomer we take naps together, we bark the mailman down the lane together,

we ride on the four-wheeler with MOM, chase the squirrels and bark at the birds.

We do lots of stuff together.

We make sure the fox stay away,

or at least does a fast run through our place.

We do NOT bother the porcupines, the badgers (Boomer was chased by one once) or the coyotes.

We both have decided the Mom and Dad are on their own when it comes to the skunks, that is just all there is too it. A dog who gets sprayed by a skunks gets BATHS…lots and lots and lots of baths! (Hank-the grandkids dog, doesn’t care he will take on a skunk anytime. And he still goes after any all porcupines.) PHEW!

HOWEVER!!!! I draw the line as some stuff…like eating milk duds (`!) I just can’t do it. I just can’t.

The other thing I don’t get is Boomer is a beagle…purebred the Vet says. Beagles are bred for hunting…RABBITS! (I’m a cow dog…always have been, always will be!)

Colorado has a Beagle Rescue if you are interested.

You know what? Boomer NEVER chases our rabbits….ever! I use to…they hop really fast so it’s fun to follow them into their hiding places. But I never hurt them; the only things I hurt are mice and snakes….anytime…anyplace…anywhere! Bite, snap, done! There ya go…no more mouse or snake! Of course, Boomer doesn’t understand why I like to feel that crunch and snap in my mouth. (I can’t swallow what he likes to slurp down…)

Boomer doesn’t even give chase to the rabbits ever…just keeps on sniffing around on the ground, he even sniffed right by one of the rabbits. How strange is that?

Well, anyway…in the scheme of things … I really don’t care. You see Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world. If he doesn’t want to chase a bunny…you know what? He doesn’t have too.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—I Do Not Understand You, Boomer!

Posted on February 28, 2014 by Dayphoto

Well, just for today …THIS IS THE LAST DAY OF FEBRUARY!!! Mom and I are doing the happy dance here there and everywhere!

The Day is 11 hours and 16 minutes long! On Sunday, March 9th, we will switch to Daylight Savings Time and the day will grow LONGER!

YIPPEE! Mom, myself, and the Little Buff Hen like Daylight Savings Time the Best. Why? Because we get up with the sun anyway!

Yesterday was a huge busy day…first rattle-out-of-the-box we all headed over to the equipment hill to load up ‘stuff’ for the consignment sale this coming weekend.

Mom drove the truck and trailer over with Boom and I in the back of the truck. Dad brought over the tractor with the loader.

It was cold outside, sharp wind, spots of frozen ice, lot of cool smells.

While Mom and Dad worked on getting the ‘stuff’ hooked up and loaded onto the trailer, then shuffling around some of the other ‘stuff’ Boomer and I checked out everything going on around there.

Hummmmmmmmm the skunks are out-and-about. I think….snuff, sniff, snuff…yep, mating season. Oh! The badgers are waking up and doing some house cleaning….

Hey, Boom, don’t head over here… the badgers are out and about…you know how cranky they can get.

‘Snuff, snuff,ummm, yumm, swallow.’ Okay, Fuzzy. I’ll just stay up here where the cows and calves stay…smack, slurp.

Oh…hummm….yes! Oh, look a patch of Cheat Grass…the cows are going to love that.

The deer have come back…here is a great deer wallow. Oh, my…I think I’ll just head on back to Mom…COYOTE poop…not, good…not good at all. At my advanced age they would find me perfect for breakfast.

Boomer?

Slurp, slobber…(mouth-full) Yes, Fuzzy?

Let’s go back to Mom, it doesn’t seem, like, um, we had better hang out here much longer…I found evidence of coyotes!

COYOTES!!! Yikes!

Let’s go back to MOM! Beat you there!!!!!

WHEW! I’m glad we are back!

Looks like Mom and Dad are all loaded and ready to go.

This time Dad has the truck and Mom the tractor. You go ahead and ride Fuzzy, I want to run back to the house and check out the fields as I go.

Check out the fields for what, Boomer?

MILK DUDS, Fuzz! MILK DUDS!

Boomer, you really are something, you know it?

Yeah, Fuzzy. I keep the coyotes from getting close to the house!

Ackk! I guess so Boomer! Gag!

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—‘tis the Season of Great Snacks!

Posted on February 21, 2014 by Dayphoto

This is the bestest time of the whole year! I love every minute of this time. I didn’t used, ‘cause, well, you see, I would randomly get chased by a mean ‘ol Momma cow. I try to not let that happen anymore. I stay real close to Mom when we go out to check calves. The rest of the time I wait until the cows are NOT by the house!

THEN I HEAD OUT TO THE FIELD!

I have to be quick!

If Mom, Fuzzy and I are out for a walk I have to be even quicker; if Mom sees me she almost yells at me.

Something like “BOOMER! YOU DROP THAT RIGHT NOW!” or “BOOMER! That’s gross, put that down NOW!”

So you know what I do…I chew it up real fast so Mom can’t have it!!! NO SIREEE!

Chuckle, snort, giggle, laugh out loud!

Once Mom even reached right into my mouth to try to get it, but I swallowed real fast like.

You see this is the season of BEEF JERKY and Milk DUDS! YUMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I even saw the Fox helping himself to the delicious tidbits of yum.

If I eat too many Mom won’t let me inside, cause, well, sometimes my tummy gets too full and well, it comes right back up!

That really does get me in trouble. Then I have to sleep outside in the dog house.

You know what I don’t understand….Fuzzy doesn’t like to eat any of that stuff, I mean nothing. Just turns his nose up and sits there and watches me chow down. He says I’m making a fool of myself.

Oh, well!

Mom has figured out that if I get a real soup bone from DOWN TOWN then I won’t head out to the field.

Guess what!? Either way I win!! (Unless I have to sleep outside…then that isn’t so good. But, what the hay…it’s worth it!)

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — In-Between

Posted on February 14, 2014 by Dayphoto

Hey, Boom, just look at that sky! Mom loves the sky, and is always looking at it. I think because she says: “Wow, boys! Just look at that sky! It’s beautiful!” I’ve started paying attention to the sky.

I like it too Fuzzy. But It’s sort of well, getting dark.

That’s not dark, Boomer. That’s the in-between sky.

The in-between sky?

Yes, that the special time of the day when the sky is not bright nor is it dark. It’s in-between.

It’s like life…you have times when you are in-between.

I KNOW!! I KNOW!!! When I hurt my knee…I was in-between being able to run and in-between not running at all.

YES! Boomer that’s it!

So let’s play a game…the in-between game. You tell of an in-between time and then I will tell of an in-between time.

Good! Okay, Fuzzy here I go…Dad goes out and gets on the four-wheeler, we run out right behind him, but he takes off. We just stand there wanting to go but we can’t. That’s in-between!

Yep! Then Mom comes out, we run to her, she says, ‘Come on boys, let’s go’ and she puts us on the four-wheeler with her.

AND SHE GIVES US BOTH BIG HUGS! Then off we go!

RIGHT!!

Okay, I have one, Boom….Dad and Mom come out and get in the pickup and start to back out of the carport.

BUT THEY STOP!!!

And Mom opens the door and says: “Come on boys, let’s go!” and she puts us in the pick-up. WITH BIG HUGS FOR BOTH OF US!!

Okay, here’s another one, Fuzzy. Mom is upstairs working in her office. We are outside on the lawn. We can look in the window and see Mom but she doesn’t see us.

Then Dad comes walking up to the backdoor to go in and says—Come on in boys! So we run in as fast as we can go. Then we stop. Dad says—Go on upstairs and gives us pats on the head. We RUN upstairs as fast as we can go so we can sleep by Mom while she is working on the computer!

This is fun! Here’s one for you Fuzzy…Mom takes us to the Groomer!

OH! WHY DID YOU BRING THAT UP…shudder, shake, shiver, pant, pant, tremble.

But she comes back, Fuzzy and gives us all sorts of love and hugs and so does Dad. They tell us how nice we smell and how soft we feel!

True, Boomer…but I hate that in-between.

It’s still an in-between, Fuzzy!

Well…let’s move on to another in-between—like when all the dog cousins come for a dog walk, you go with Mom and Shannon and all the dogs and I wait at the gain bins.

Yep, then when we get back Shannon lets us walk into the back of the truck on the dog ramp with all our dog cousins!

YES!!!

And sometimes they just show up and Mom grabs us and puts us in the back of the truck with all the dog cousins and we get to go for a RIDE!! It’s a barking great time!

How about when it’s cold outside and we want to be inside but no one is home. Or they are home and the house is full of company. Yeah, that’s when we have to stay in our snuggly warm dog houses. But staying in the dog house isn’t the in-between …it’s the waiting to get inside to bake by the fireplace.

Yes, and when we finally get to get inside we get LOTS of hugs and pettings!

How about when Mom wakes us up in the dark of the night and says: “Come on, boys! Let’s go for a walk”.

Out the door we go.

The walk is the in-between, because when we get back inside…

We get a dog treat, covered up with our blankets and good-night pets and lots of love.

Oh, I finally get it Fuzzy…in-between is that time just before you get LOVE!