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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Moving Water

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Dad had another meeting last night so it was just Mom, I, and Boomer.  We had a great time.

The sunset was beautiful.

We had to move the water from the upper end, from the hayfield, down to the corn field around the house.

The corn field around the house is well….hot!  We are all ringing wet all the time and it isn’t because we are dipping in a swimming pool, let me tell you.

I sleep under Dad’s pickup truck and under the lilac bush, the two coolest spots in the house.

Boomer has decided he wants to sleep with me under the pickup truck…I told him okay, there was room enough for the both of us.

The other place Boom likes is under the garden bench right after Mom has watered her flowers right there.

The musk thistles are amazing…they are as tall as Mom.  Mom says they are pretty but she sure doesn’t like having them around, especially on the ditch bank.  Makes for moving water well, stickery!

Those things aren’t near as bad as cockleburs I tell her, but sometimes Mom doesn’t understand what I’m trying to say.

It took us a little while to get the water from the upper end to the house, so Boom and I played around lots.  Mom worked with the water, she had a run away for a short spell….the ditch had sanded up and the weeds were a mess…she dug and dug and finally the water headed on down like it was supposed it.

Did I tell you the sunset was amazing? It sure was.

Well, not lots happening here…just watching the corn grow and the pinto beans and hay.  Dad sold the second cutting of hay, every last bale of it.  It wasn’t the best hay as it got rained on, but a couple of small farmers wanted it for their two cows and one wanted it for his three cows and his wife’s rabbits.  Dad gave them a huge deal and they took everything down to last hay leaf.  Dad said this was a win-win for everyone.

Mom is painting the inside of the house since she has everything all weeded up.  We like it better when she is outside with us, but sometimes she works inside.

We go inside sometimes, but that can be hotter than outside…like when she is canning.  WHEW!

Hope good things are in the picture for all of you.

Just hang’n loose,

Fuzzy

 

 

 

 

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — What is a Farm

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When I first got here I didn’t know what a farm was, I didn’t know what a ranch was, and I didn’t know how to ride on a four-wheeler or in the back of a pick-up.

See I had always lived in a house and when they were gone they put me in a garage.  I didn’t like the garage!  I still don’t go into ANY of Mom and Dad’s garages…..they can have the doors wide open and be in the garage and I still won’t go in there.

I didn’t make any noise when I came here either.  The vet told Mom that was weird because a happy Beagle likes to express him/herself.

I also don’t like some men or boys with caps on either….I get very, very fearful and try to run away from them.

Now that I’ve been here TWO years…TWO REALLY WONDERFUL YEARS…I can ride on the four-wheeler with Mom, or run beside them, I love to ride in the back of the pick-up, and I talk…..lots!

So when those men and boys with caps come on the place (I never bark at Dad), but I will Blade IF he has a cap on….I BARK!  I bark warning barks!  I bark until Mom comes out and pets me.   Then she feels me trembling inside and gives me lots of hugs and love.

Anywho….

A farm is not a ranch.  Nope, No Sireee.

A ranch grows grass…lots and lots of grass and has animals that eat grass living on it.

A Farm is crops.

A farm is ground where the soil is worked up to hold a seed, then the seed is watered until it becomes a plant, and then the plant is watered until it produces something eatable to someone or some animal.

Here on our farm (YIPEEE I LOVE LIVING ON A FARM!!!) Oh, hum, well, yes, I got sidetracked a bit— Here on our farm we grow alfalfa to turn into hay for people who feed it to their animals, we grow corn —the kind that is ground into chicken and cow feed…it could also be ground into meal for people if you wanted to have some, and we grow pinto beans.

Dad does all the ‘tractor’ work, but Mom and Fuzzy and I help Dad water the seeds, then the plants until harvest time.

I LOVE IRRIGATING!  That’s what we call watering.  If you live in town or just have a house and some yard, you water, on a farm you IRRIGATE!

That is so much fun.

We ride (sometimes I run alongside) out to the fields on the four-wheeler —with Mom.  Dad always makes us run long side.

Fuzzy doesn’t go with Dad any more, he says he will wait for Mom.

I know it’s because his joints don’t work like they used to, that’s okay.  I sometimes stay with Fuzzy; I would never want to hurt his feelings!

When we are out there, I check out the burn area….everything is still burned, but has lots of weeds growing.  The guy who started all three farms on fire just keeps saying he’s sorry, but he really doesn’t know what to do.  Dad says the guy will stall everyone out and never fix anything so he will get away with ‘lighting fires’.

Makes my people rather sad, I know how they feel.  I was always sad when I had to stay in the garage and got in trouble for talking.

Dad says we will have to fix fence this fall before the cows come, and the bad man will just have to live with his conscience, whatever that means.

Mom’s been painting stuff outside…she said everything was starting to look old and tired, like her! HA!

So what once was blue is now white.

Fuzzy and I and Sam the Cat hang around while she paints.  Monkey the other cat stays inside all the time so she misses out on lots of cool stuff.

Mom’s friend, Robin, stays close, but not too close when Sam the Cat is laying around next to Mom.  (But still there).

One of the cool things out irrigating are the smells…I learn soooo much!  Like what the birds are doing, we have three new ground squirrels and there is nest of Killdeer, not to mention all the bunnies living next to the equipment.

The coyotes have moved someplace else…which makes all of us happy.  The fire did that to them, now they could come back……

But we hope not.

Oh and a Momma Skunk has a nest next to kids barn down there…Hank found that and told us about it.

Mom told HANK “You stink, Hank!”

Hank said he thought he smelled really beautiful!

Anyhow….sometimes I forget to come when they call (I always think I have time before I have to leave my smells) then I hear the four-wheeler….and I know it’s too late.

Since I have to run in any way I go ahead and finish reading the news…then I

RUN

IN!!!!!

Hope you have a GREAT DAY!
Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Dear Diary

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Dear Diary—

I finally have a few minutes to write a few notes to myself!  Boomer and I have been extremely busy this week.

The water is finally starting to work right.  It took a while.  The ground was so hard and dry and the air so full of hot wind and dirt, oh, yes, and the amount of irrigation water so slim, we had to go change water ALL the time.

But everything is coming together now.

Dad goes out and checks the water often, but we only have to CHANGE the water twice a day, which is normal.

That is because the ground FINALLY got wet.  That’s how Dad and Mom talk when they talk about the water…they say: something, something, something now that the ground is Finally wet.

Dad wastes nothing with the water. He sets up a series of dams so nothing is wasted.

The water at the end of the field goes off our farm and back into the canal so then next farm below us gets our water, it goes on like this clear to the Gunnison River.

Pretty cool!

Sometimes Hank goes with us; he likes to check the tubes for mice.

Boomer is off smelling the news somewhere….he reports back what he finds when we all get home.

Me!?

Well, I help the folks out.

I stay right with Mom and make sure the water is the right height in the ditch, (I really like catching the water bubbles, but I don’t tell anyone, they would probably not let me get in the ditch if they knew)

I just jump right in and show them I’m good at irrigating.

Dad has cut baled and hauled hay.  The first customers came last night.

That is always cool…..we like to bark the customers into the yard, and then we like to lead them to the haystack with our barking signals—

Bark, bark, bark…THIS WAY—

COME ON–  We will show you!

Bark, Bark, Bark!!!

Boomer and I do a really good job of getting them to the hay yard.

By the time we get the truck and the trailer there and all backed up and lined up, Dad is ready to load.

We are a gooood TEAM!

Sometimes Hank and his family walk over in the evening.

Boomer is terrified of the goats!

Terrified!

Did I tell you he is terrified!

Boy is he ever!

Hank and I laugh at him.

Boomer doesn’t care…every time he gets around them one of them tries to butt him so he gets real nervous and barks at them.

Hummmmm

Maybe I would be afraid also if they would try to butt me.

But they don’t.

I get that look on my face and I crouch down and slink close to the ground and they stop.

They look at me and I give a warning growl.

They walk off and I go my own way.

Bullies never like courage!

I tell Boomer to do that, but he says he just can’t.

One day going to town, we saw a devil – a dirt devil.

I thought it was pretty cool.

Boomer said he had never seen one!

Well, Diary.  There you have it.  Just another day on the farm!

Like I say…changing water is always the best part!

Fuzzy

P.S.  Oh, yes!  My fur is starting to come back in.  I really like having fur.

P.P. S.S.  Mom says I have to go to the groomer again NEXT WEEK (SHUDDER) But she said I won’t get shaved.

{{{SHUDDER}}}

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — March, 30, 2012

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We finally made it through March, well almost made it; we are at the end anyway, just one more day to go.

Mom thought we ought to hop onto the four-wheeler and ride over to see how the fire-burned area is doing.

Most of it is still burned.  Nothing really green there yet, but when we got to the hill pasture WOW little sprigs of green showing up everywhere.

Mom said she is not surprised about that since the hill pasture is a mixture of grasses; the fire there just took off the dead.  (It also jumped the road and ran through the corn field toward the house, and it also jumped into the alfalfa filed that burned right up to Mom-mom and her family’s barns.  But I didn’t remind Mom of that, she was still a little sad to see the whole mess.)

We then headed on down to the back forty,and then over to the west field, then the upper end.

Still pretty black!

When we got to the south end Boomer got off and hiked around a bit

while Mom wrote down the fence post count in a little book she was keeping for the insurance guy.

Mom told us dogs that Dad wanted to NOT have to build fences anymore and look at what he has to do now—the whole west side of the place, the ditch company took out the whole north side and the whole east side.  He will have lots and lots of fences to fix now.  Although, there is a possibility that maybe the west side will be fixed with help.

The Ditch Company will probably NOT do the work on the north and east side so Dad and Mom will get to do those fences.

Building fences are not easy, it isn’t stringing the wire that is hard, and it’s digging the fence post.

Of course, us dogs get to go help.  We really enjoy helping out there, we really do!

Almost back home I wanted off.  Boomer found some deer tracks and bayed at me to “come smell.”

So Mom helped me off.

We sniffed around for some time.  Mom got tired of waiting and went back in.  I came back after I checked out all the news out there.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Out for a Ride

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Our snow didn’t last very long.  Well, let me rephrase that…the sky snowed all day and part of the night, but the next day warmed up to 35* so it all melted.  (—except for the stuff that was left from December and is frozen solid to the ground!)

Then the temperatures dropped back down to around 28-30*.  Cold enough Boomer and I stayed inside most of the time.

Mom said she was getting cabin fever so we all had to go outside.

Darn it.

I like just lying around and sleeping by the fire.

Boomer sleeps right next to the fire, but I don’t.  I sleep on the back porch where it’s cool enough I don’t start panting and Mom makes me go outside to cool down.  For the record, if Boomer starts panting he has to go outside also.

Anyhoo, Mom was feeling house bound so we all took off for a ride on the open fields.  I ride with Mom.  It’s hard to jump up anymore, but Mom lifts me up and away we go.

Boomer loves to run, so he gets to run.

Everything was ever so much fun!

When we got back, Dad had company.  The neighbor down the road had ridden his four-wheeler over and his dog, Pepper came with him.

I hope Dad doesn’t see what Pepper did…Pepper will get really yelled at.

This is Boomer, Dad won’t yell at Pepper, because Pepper isn’t his dog, but Dad will NOT be happy, let me tell you.  Then we dogs will get a real talking too about NOT PEEING ON THE SAME SPOT!

Sure is hard to not add our smell to Pepper’s we try really hard to wait until Dad leaves and goes someplace else and can’t see us.

I guess you know what happened when Dad when in the house.

Heheheh

Fuzzy and Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Chicken Attack!

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When the weather was warmer and we were all enjoying it, Mom decided that the ‘girls’ could go outside and peck around for a while. They had been really restless, pecking on the run plastic, trying to flap out the door whenever Mom went in to do something for them-gather eggs, refresh their feed, or bring in clean water.

After a very beautiful day, in which Mom and Dad were going to be gone, Mom promised the ‘girls’ if the next day was nice they could get outside, once all their eggs were laid, and have a really good dust bath and peck around.

The next day came, it was beautiful…all four eggs were laid by 11:00 in the morning so the ‘girls’ got to go OUT!

There was much joy, running and flapping and cheerful squawking as they made their way into the mud and snow of the farm yard.

Fuzz and I just watched, and then we decided they were not very entertaining so we headed back with Mom to the house and begged to come in.

We should have stayed outside.

Fuzzy and I feel really super bad, because we didn’t stay outside and guard those hens.  Mom says she feels bad too.

But we didn’t.

So the deed was done.

(If you want to see a photo of the hurt, Mom would send it to you.  Maybe someone out there could tell her who tried to eat her chicken)

But by whom..?

That is the Million Dollar Question!

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I rounded up the hens and put them away.  They didn’t want to go.  They had run into the lilac bush and were standing in there frozen in terror.  Fuzz and I talked about whom or what could have done the deed.

So we sat out to find out…we sniffed here and there and everywhere.

While we were out looking for the culprit, Mom was doctoring the hen.  First she cleaned the neck and shoulder wounds up really good with warm water, gave the hen a few drops of liquid baby vitamins, and a mashed up half of a baby aspirin.

The hen let her, I guess she was in shock, then she covered everything in salve, after which she placed the hen in a dog crate in the hen house in a warm location.

That was three days ago and the hen is doing well.  The wounds are healing over and the stress is gone from the hen’s eyes.

She has even laid two eggs!

Fuzzy and I have been on the lookout, but we haven’t figured out what happened yet.  Since the dastardly deed happened in broad daylight who knows—-hawk/crow/raven maybe?

Mom sat a live trap out with really yummy smelling cat food (I kept trying to get at it, Mom was NOT happy me about it.  But GEEZ it smells GOOD) just in case it was a skunk.

Since all this happened our temperatures have dropped back down to typical January temps….the high is 22-29* and the lows -2-5* at night.  If it was a skunk he/she went back into hibernation.

If it was a hawk/crow/raven…he/she WILL be back!

In the meantime…Fuzzy and I will be on guard and ready to bark all predators away!

Very Serious,

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Sissy Coyote

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Mom said we had a first…well, first time for her anyway.

Sissy Coyote came calling!

This is how it happened:

The night was beautiful, a clear, full bright moon hung in the sky just above the cottonwood tree. The light from the full moon lit up everything, casting sliver and blue shadows everywhere. Fuzzy and I were having a great time sitting on the back step of the back porch. Every once in a while Fuzzy would see something run across the road out by the tractor sheds, and then he would take off running and barking! HEY YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON OUR PLACE! Then I would follow hollering as loud as I could.

It was great fun.

I really don’t think Fuzzy can see very well anymore, but what the heck, he sees enough that we get to chase ‘whomever or whatever’ off the place. If they really aren’t there, who is going to complain? NOT ME!!!

So we had a great time until Mom came out and turned all the yard lights on….

“What is happening out here, boys, are the Chickens safe?” She asked giving each of us a wonderful pet on the head and all over the body.

Hummmmmmmmmmmm

I sort of think she knows we are just having fun.

So we all three walk  out to the chicken house, opened the door, and turned on the light in the chicken house.

“One, two, three, four” counted Mom. “Well, nothing bad going on here.”

The chickens were rather startled to have the light turned on, but they didn’t move. They continued to sit on their perch and sort of talked to each other about the lights and stuff like that.

Mom, Fuzzy and I all walked back to house. But she took the long way…we checked on the cows, all asleep, we walked by the grain bins, nothing happening there, except they were all sparkly in the moonlight. Really rather pretty, I thought.

Then we stopped at the tractor sheds, Mom said she wondered if there were some stray cats out here (in the tractor shed) that Fuzzy and I were barking at. We just looked very sincerely at her and I thumped my tail really vigorously, Fuzzy just shook his little stub of a tail, but he did shake it really hard. We wanted Mom to think she was right.

She must have as we all walked back to the house, got many pets and rubs and scratches and told good night. We were also warned to not do any more barking if it’s just for fun as Dad will be the next person out to see what the problems were.

So we were silent. BUT…we did chase a couple of cats, and a really neat squirrel, or at least I thought it was a squirrel…but the highlight was when the FOX came through the yard.

Fuzz and I were sitting out by the woodpile, next to the chicken house, just taking in the night…when right out of the corral a fox came, padded by the garbage cans and almost ran right into to us!

I sat up and barked HALLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MOM COME QUICK!!!!

Both Fuzzy and I were so excited that I’m sure it came through in our yips and barks. Mom came out of the house fast…it looked like she may have been asleep. We kept up the barrage of barking, I pointed down the road, Mom flipped on the yard lights, I ran back to her really fast and twirled and swirled around and headed back to Fuzzy who was looking down the road sort of prancing for us to get there.

We made it just in time for Mom to see the bushy tail sliding under the barbed wire fence; she flung the flashlights light into the field and saw the red fox heading as fast as its little legs could go to the drain ditch across the way.

Mom said it didn’t have anything in its mouth!

“You boys sure are doing a good job tonight,” she said. We licked her hands and she petted us all over.

After all that it was starting to get rather nippy outside so we decided to head to our snug and cozy dog houses. I went in first, because I feel the cold before Fuzz, but I heard him come in a few minutes later.

We were sleeping really good…sound as you might say. When in the yard, RIGHT BY THE CLOTHES LINE was SISSY the Coyote! And she was …WOW! Some kind of beautiful! She started making this pretty strange howl/bark thing that had Fuzzy and I out of our dog houses in a flash!

We both barked and howled back at her, but she was NOT afraid. It was getting close to morning…I could see the rim of almost light in the east along the Paonia Mountains…we were frenzied in our barking.

Both Mom and Dad came out of the house FAST!!!!

Dad had his gun!

This was a good thing, because while Fuzz and I were looking at Sissy the Witching Coyote, there were four other lurking coyotes over by the hen house!!!

They were trying to raid the HEN HOUSE!

BAM!!!

Dad shot the gun!!!

Scared off the coyotes, even pretty Sissy Coyote — Fuzzy and I watched her slink away, well actually melt away into the shadows.

The gun pretty much frightened me also. I yelped just as loud as the gun!

Fuzzy laughed at me. Heck, man! I wasn’t expecting anything like that L.O.U.D sound!

Mom said she didn’t understand why the coyotes were so aggressive this year; a friend of hers said that they are probably coyote-dogs. Which is probably true…lots of people have dropped dogs off out here.

The ditch rider says he has seen a pack of wild dogs down over the hill. So what is living around our place is a mix of coyote/dogs. Dad’s going to talk to the D.O.W. Trapper to see what can be done. Calving season is a few months off (February) we don’t need any coyotes, wild dogs, or coyote-dogs around.

Anyway….this full moon was sure full of fun and excitement! (By the way…Dad wondered why Mom didn’t grab her camera; she usually has it with her all the time. — NOW That would have been cool….a photo of Sissy Coyote! I would pin it up in my dog house. She was that kind of wonderful!)

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —How It Really Is

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Boom, Mom and I were out in the corn field picking corn; it was starting to get really hot.  I was hot, but I wasn’t about to leave Mom.  So I just sat waiting in the shade of the four-wheeler.  Boomer was off sniffing smells.  That kid can get lost sniffing smells.  Sometimes I follow him around, but mostly I like to sit in the shade while Mom gets her load of corn.

After we get all the corn we are going to get Mom loads me up on the four-wheeler and off we go.  Boomer runs along beside, behind, or way out front.  Today he was way out front.  Way out there, running so fast I lost sight of him.

When we got to the start of the yard we could see and hear Boomer baying and spinning in circles like there was something neat in the yard…there was…Shannon had come (also the boys and Houston).  Not only were they there, but Shannon had unloaded the whole kit and caboodle.  They were sitting on the lawn talking to Dad.

Mom and I jumped off the four-wheeler and headed over to the party, Boomer, of course, was already there.

“Hi, Houston, gosh it’s good to see you!”  It’s really nice you get to get out and be on the lawn. Heck, gosh! It’s really just well….nice!”

I pushed Boomer out of the way…excuse me Boom I’ll handle this.

I looked up into her face and my heart began to pound…My goodness that woman was beautiful!

“Houston, may I welcome you to the farm!  Before you got here the day was long and hot, now that you are here I can see the sun is shining just for you.”

“Well, aren’t you nice?”  She smiled at me.  “Thank you.”

I heard a growl.

“Was that you, Hou-Bug?”

“Why, no Fuzzy, it must have been one of the boys.”

The boys…I forgot all about the boys!

There they were hanging out with Shannon, on leashes so they wouldn’t go mark anything.  Also, so Dad would feel more comfortable.  Makes me feel more at ease also, Boomer also agrees.

“Oh, Hi, Boys.”

They just looked at me.  I felt as significant as a bug of some sort.

So I tried to get right in their faces to make them look at me…Shannon just grabbed my collar and pulled me over to her.  That was okay…I really like getting pets from Shannon. Heck she does Doggie Massages so her pets are reallllllllllllllllllllllly wonderful!

Boomer was very alarmed, kept baying the RED ALERT until Dad said…. “That’s enough, Boom! Stop it Now!”  He stopped and went over to Mom and hovered by her chair.  Then he got up an moseyed around sniffing the ground.  His attention span is really short.

I was so busy watching Boomer that I forgot that the love of my life was not far from me…maybe just about three feet.

“Hello, Fuzzy.” Houston said in that soft honey voice of hers.  “Boomer’s real cute, isn’t he?”

HUH?

I looked at her for a long time and then I looked over at Boomer.  Boomer was ignoring all of us, sniffing for some sort of news or something.

Cute?  I couldn’t believe she said such a thing.

I thought I had better let her know how I felt so I told her that I thought she was the most beautiful dog in the whole world.

“Oh my,…” she exclaimed with very wide eyes.

“What is it, My Dear?  Is something bothering you?’

Well….I’m sorry you sweet little dog, but my heart belongs to Rocky.”

I was stunned.  I felt like I had been hit on the head with a rock, well I guess in a way I had.”

I got up to leave, but Shannon reached over and started petting me.

Sigh

Oh, well.  I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.  When I really look at it, I think I have the best of life, Mom, Dad, Boomer, a couple of cats, but they don’t count.  And, once in a while, Shannon comes over and pets me and gives me doggie massages.  When you get right down to it, I don’t think it WAS Houston at all, it was those wonderful Doggie Massages.  I just mixed it all together and thought it was Houston.  Outside of Bella she is the only female dog in the family pack.

Fuzzy

Fuzzy Blogging on Friday (Really This is Boomer)

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Fuzzy Disappears

Yesterday was really hot, so hot Fuzzy and I did anything we could to cool off.  First we went down to the canal and tried wading in the water, but it was running way too fast so that didn’t work.

While we were there Fuzzy told me about the time he fell into the canal and couldn’t get out until he got to the next head gate a mile away.  He kept thinking Mom would come get him out, but she didn’t.

I guess, how it happened, Fuzzy hadn’t been living with Mom and Dad very long maybe a month or so, not a full two months yet so he was getting use to all the ‘stuff’ around the farm.

Fuzzy loves water and he loves bubbles in the water. The canal is water (huge, rip snorting, fast moving, and thundering water) and the water makes lots of bubbles as it crashes along.

Fuzzy was down at the little slide spot where we all get a drink of water staring transfixed at the bubbles when suddenly a river monster jumped up and pulled him into the canal and tossed and turned him every which way.  Many times he tried to swim but the current was way too strong for his 30 pound body.

Mom was working in the yard when she missed him and started calling for him. She told Fuzzy later she looked everywhere for him, but she never even considered that he had fallen in the canal.

Anyway, Fuzzy said he was swept along so fast he had a heck of a time getting his balance when suddenly he was pushed into Shay’s head gate.  And that is what saved his life.  Once in the head gate he could get his feet under him and climb out.  Fuzzy laid there for some time then got up, got his bearings and started walking home.  He got there in time for supper.  Mom knew immediately what must have happened because Fuzzy was still wet (although not AS wet) and he was exhausted.

Fuzzy said he got lots and lots of petting’s that night and even got to sleep INSIDE!

So here we are on this miserable hot day, the canal was too scary to cool off in, Dad gets upset if we lay in the furrows out in the field and Mom comes unwound if we dig nice cooling holes someplace in her yard.

So we just sat outside on the back step and panted.  Our tongues hanging so far out of our mouths we must have looked like old shoes.

Dad felt sorry for us and asked Mom if she and the dogs would like to go for a ride down to the river.

Yippee!

We are going to the river!  Fuzzy and I LOVE the river.  There is a really cool, shallow spot where we can swim and shade all around, and best of all there are really neat smells down there.

Golly geez the ride down to the river is just wonderful…so much news on the wind I feel like I’m in heaven.  Fuzzy and I keep trading sides just so we don’t miss anything.

Once down at the river we all splashed and played for ever so long.  Then Mom wanted to take a walk so we all walked on down the road and up the draw to see where Davis cows traveled up to the White Ranch and then on to the Plateau.

The whole experience was delightful!

Suddenly I realized Fuzzy wasn’t with us.  I tried to tell Mom. I got a real worried look on my face, wrinkled up my brow, whined a little bit and ran around in circles sniffing the ground.  I sat down and tried to beg a little, then got up and wagged my tail end in a sort of sad drooping way.

Mom just said “Come on Boomer, we have to get back to the truck it’s almost time to change water again.”

That really upset me….”Where was Fuzzy, we couldn’t go without Fuzzy!”  I whined and squeaked and really tried to tell them I was worried about my wonderful old friend.
Mom said “Come on.”  Sadly I did.  The walk back was horrible. I would stop off and on and bay —hoping Fuzzy would hear us and come running.

I tried to bay really, really loud because Fuzzy is losing his hearing and doesn’t always know even when the Mail Man comes.

The whole way back was agony.  I was so afraid Fuzzy was going to become bear bait I could hardly go back I wanted to go look for him.

After awhile we made it back to the pickup.  Mom told me to get in the back. I couldn’t even jump in I was so sad.  She had to pick me up and put me in. I jumped right back out. Then she grabbed me and tied me in.

Blackness just descended…I didn’t know where Fuzzy was and now no one was going to look for him.

It was horrible.

Then I heard Dad say:  “Jump in Fuzzy, you should be cool enough now after your swim and you nap under the truck.”

Fuzzy was found!

He was never lost!

He was just sleeping under the truck.

I was so happy I howled with joy when Fuzzy jumped into the back of the truck.

Mom laughed and untied me and I kissed Fuzzy all over the face!

Boomer

Fuzzy Blogging on Friday

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For some reason I think I am the only dog with any real sense around here.  Sure I’m old, I’ve lived here for 6 years, but I lived with my first master for around 5 years.  I’ve blogged about that before.  Enough said on that subject.

Anyway, I’ve lived here 6 years and I want you know that I love living here.  All the food I want to eat, birds to bark at, Dad’s four-wheeler to run by (when I feel like running) and Mom to do all sorts of stuff with.

Well, sometime last winter, no wait was it last fall, hummm, maybe it was late last summer, our family acquired another dog. Now mind you, I really don’t like other dogs, I never encourage them to stay I put on my mean face and I snarl and snap at them.  I refuse to share this cushy life I have with any other dog.

That was how it was until Boomer came.  Boomer picked us.  My folks found him out on the back 40 and took him to another place that wanted him clear down on the river about 6 miles away from us. Three days later Boomer was back sleeping in my dog house, full of porcupine quills and thin as a slat board.  He looked at me, then at Mom and Dad, with this huge goofy Beagle grin of his and well….who could resist him?

Mom went down and got him his very own dog house and a soft and fluffy bed with snuggle blankets just like I have.  Sometimes I take Boomer’s house and bed but he doesn’t mind he just takes mine.  I do NOT share my dog food, I even show Boom my teeth every once in awhile, but he still just grins and goes on.  I found out one day that my dish of food is an exact replica of Boomers.  Geez, who would have thought?!

Also, Boomer is a city dog, he was never very far from wherever it was he lived, had the thinnest fur you have ever seen on a dog, knew nothing about farm living, had never seen a real live rabbit.  Boomer told me that he had lots of stuffed toys, but they really never hopped and ran.  (Who has ever heard of stuffed toys? Me I love squeaky rubbery things that do stuff like bounce and …wait I’m getting off the subject)

Just know that Boomer was a city dog through and through, he had a lot to learn and I and Mom and Dad have been opening up his horizons.

Anyway, this Farm Friday post is about this—-

The tractor and planter (that’s Sam, he thinks he runs the place)

Normally Dad parks the tractor in the shed and he put the planter away in its own special little spot that has a cover to keep the weather off the planters. But because Dad has been planting corn…I LOVE helping plant corn, well I used to love to plant corn.  I would run beside the tractor as Dad headed toward the field he was going to plant and then I would wait at the end (by the water) of the field and snooze, or I would run around looking for rabbits or squirrels or other exciting things, then I would head home again with Dad when he was done.

I don’t do that so much anymore and since I don’t go out with Dad, Boomer doesn’t know how to do that. Gosh, in reality he is a really good dog, whatever I say goes. And he always has a goofy smile on his face. Who could ever get mad at that!?

Anyway, back to the story….last night was a really nice evening. Heck Boomer and I really liked it a lot so we didn’t go to bed when it got dark out.  We just sat on the back step, well I sat on the back step and Boomer sat in the swinging chair we were just shoot’n the breeze talking about the day as the night got darker and darker and darker.

Now Dad, had not put the tractor and the planter away, he left it right where you see it.  I don’t see as well as I used to so I really didn’t notice anything unusual, besides I knew that Dad parked his tractor there sometimes.

The lights went out in the house but Boom and I, we continued to sit there and chat, Boomer really likes me to tell him stories about my life so that was what we were doing… when Boom had to go relieve himself. Off he trotted in the same direction as the tractor WOOF! Boomer was baying up a storm, since I don’t see or hear right well anymore I thought I had better get out there and help him scare off whatever it was he was baying at.

Boy, did we put up a good bark.  Woke up Mom who came out, turned the outside light on and walked all around with us looking for ….she was afraid that some critter was out there stalking her cat Sam. (Sam thinks he runs this place).  So we all walked together, Mom and her flashlight and us with our tails wagging and Boomer doing an occasional bay or two.

Back at the porch Mom gave us both hugs and told us “Thanks for keeping everyone safe”, but that it looks like whatever it was is now gone.

Just as soon as Mom went in and turned out the light Boomer got all afraid again and started up that rack of baying. Back out came Mom, around we go again. Nothing!

This goes on for about 20 minutes.  Finally Mom comes outside without turning the light on, walks to where Boomer is having a fit and realizes he is upset because the tractor is there.

Shish!

Well, many minutes later of sniffing and hanging out at the tractor and planter Mom talks to Boom about the tractor and gives us both a dog treat and heads back inside.

I went to bed.  I was tired.  All that barking (I helped) wore me out and Mom was a little miffed (although, I swear I saw her smiling and a chuckle escaped every now and again) as she walked Boomer around the tractor and planter.

I hear Boomer start in baying again.  This time DAD got up.  “SHUT UP BOOMER!”

Boomer went to bed after that.  I asked him the next morning, why he felt like he had to keep on barking…he told me he thought they would bring out another dog cookie.

I told him…  “I guess you carried it too far.”

He agreed.

Fuzzy

First White Child in Delta County