Chapter Eleven | Life on a Colorado Farm

Chapter Eleven

“Okay, Hobbs. Let’s Go Home!” I firmly stated. “It’s time to be all safe and warm and snuggled up with Mom and Dad.”

Hobbie looked at me and replied. “YES!”

With that, he turned, picked up his paws and started trotting up out of the Back Forty; heading up, up, up along the trail to the top of the Going to the Back Forty hill.

“Ant Hill!” Hobbie yelled over his shoulder. “Go around. Those red ants are hard to get off you once they get on.”

I skirted widely around a HUGE mound of ants.

“Thorns!” Hobbie warned. “Prickly Pear!”

Gosh, danger every which way and where!

I jumped over a huge nest of prickly pear and landed gracefully next to Hobbie.

I was so quick and fast and silent, Hobbie jumped.

“Geez, you gave me a fright!” Hobbie exclaimed.

I just smiled a big cat smile.

“Keep on keep’n on, Friend. We got to get —–”

Suddenly, right at the turn in the road where we either go back toward the horse pasture or we go on to the Upper End, three coyotes appeared.

“COYOTES!” Hobbie and I both screamed

COYOTES!!! OH! MY! WORD!

“TLC!!! DIVE INTO THE CHICOS! QUICK!!!” Hobbie screamed.

“QUICK!”

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!)