The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —January

The January Thaw has arrived!  Boom and I love January Thaws…it warms up ya see.

It warms up enough that I don’t like sleeping in the house.  I go outside (I know how to open the back door and go out, Boomer has NEVER figured it out.  HEE HEE) and sleep in my dog house.

Now I have to admit sometimes I go out and want to come back in sooner than when Mom comes looking for me.  See I go out when I get hot, that can be when everyone is asleep in the house.  Then I have to wait until Sam the cat wants out——he jumps on the bed and runs all over Mom to wake her up so she will let him out — or Mom just gets up.  Mom always comes to check on us dogs and if I’m not there she knows I’m in the dog house.

When you are old you can’t curl up like you use to be able to do….so I scratch up my dog blankets real good and waller down real deep in them.  Even though the dog houses are covered up with lots of blankets and stuff, when the night runs on into morning…well, then, I want to come inside and sleep on my orthopedic bed.

So sometimes I have to wait.

Anyhoo, where was I?

Oh, yes!

The January Thaw is here!!!  The days have warmed up considerable.  Boom and I have taken to checking out things, you know…who has been walking on our property, what sort of news is on the corn stalks and maybe just maybe we can find Freddy Fox’s house.

Boomer is never still….he runs EVERYWHERE!  Up and down and back.  He runs off and then comes to find me.

(Actually, I like that he comes back and checks on me, I sometimes slip and sprawl a little bit so I have to wait until everything stops hurting and gets back to usable.)

We smelled lots of bird tracks, we even flushed up a pheasant hen and her guy…those birds are LOUD!  Finding them was pretty nice; we haven’t had pheasants on the places for about three years.  Boomer supposed to be a hunt’n dog but he didn’t even understand what happened.  Just ran on, nose to the ground.  I stopped and pointed so Mom could see.  (She was with us.)

On we went over to the equipment area, then up to the back 40, then over to the Upper End which is where I found it……………………………!!!!

Freddy Foxes hidey hole!

Pretty cool!

I was clear inside when Mom got there….I didn’t want to get out, but she made me.  Boom never saw it, so I told him all about it when we were resting in the sun later.

When we got back to the house Mom said we had better enjoy this because it is supposed to snow Saturday and colder weather will follow.

Mom asked if we wanted to come inside, but Boomer and I decided we wanted to hang outside. Even Sam the Cat hung with us.  Sam rolled around in the sawdust by the wood pile and Boomer and I lay in the sun next to the house.

Sure is nice, these warmer temperatures.


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Pheasant Hunting Season

Finally!  Mom and Dad are home!

They have been super busy, super busy!  Which suits me just fine…I like being busy.  Fuzzy says we are busy but really we aren’t.

Here’s how our day went when Mom and Dad were in Texas.  Sleep until Misty and Tally came up to do the chickens….hang out with them for a while.  Then they would leave and Fuzzy and I would sleep again.  Fuzzy would pick out a spot in the sun somewhere and doze off.  I like to jump on top of the dog houses and sleep there.  It’s all nice and cuddly and warm, the sun hits and warms everything up.

Then I would sort of mosey around but I never went too far, because I knew Fuzzy would miss me. Then later, way later, in the day Blade would come over with Puff/Hank and they would do the chickens…gather the eggs and put the chickens to bed for the night and throw some hay over to the cows.

Mom and Dad were gone 4 days….an eternity!  On the third day I begged really, really, hard to get to go home with Mom-mom and Tally so they let me.  (Fuzzy didn’t want to go)


While Fuzzy slept in the sun Puff/Hank and I P.L.A.Y.E.D. everywhere.  I came home with Blade in the evening.  The next morning when Mom-mom came up I hopped into the truck, because I WAS going home with them again!

Then Mom and Dad came back!  Which is just wonderful, you see.  They’ve been doing lots of stuff in the kitchen and the bathroom and we have been without water for a couple of days, something about the hot water tank leaked and caused the bathroom vinyl to come up and the underneath wood to get really soaked.  A new hot water tank had to be bought, new carpet laid down…but Mom saved lots of water so we didn’t have to go thirsty.

I think they are about done with the water because we rode down twice to the end of the lane to turn the water off and turn it on.  Now Dad says he has to haul hay down to the elevator as they are out and want some more.  Then maybe, just maybe, on Friday Dad plans on combining corn.  He had a flat tire on the combine, but he took it town and got it fixed so plans are still on for Friday.

We all will help with that, but all the other stuff comes first, Dad says.

Today is Friday the 11th, on the 12th Pheasant Hunting season starts.  Since none of us had checked fences for a while or even checked on the cows for a time we all headed off to do so.  Mom and Dad don’t let hunters hunt on our property anymore.  There was a time when they did, but not anymore.

Dad says too many people have left gates down, climbed over fences and broken down the fences, shot at the cows, and even walked down the canal and shot close to the barn to even begin to think about letting hunters back on the place.

(Besides there really aren’t many pheasants left in our area.  Too many fox and coyotes!  They eat the eggs and they eat the birds!  I know because I’ve been sniffing out the sad tale now for the year I’ve lived here.)

We headed out, but had to stop; as our neighbor was moving his cows down from the plateau to his winter pasture…he said the cows were eating snowballs up there.  Made us all laugh.  The cows said it was true; they were super glad to see food again.

Fuzzy and explored along the corn fields,

there were a couple of lose wires that had to be fixed so the folks worked on those.

The wind had blown some big weeds into the electric fence which had to be picked off; we explored some more while they did that.

Fuzzy pretty much had to ride with Mom —  he would get way too tired.  Still Mom would put him off and let him run around while they worked.

When we got home the moon was coming up….WOW! Sure was a pretty moon! The last time we had a full moon Sissy Coyote came calling, but we all checked out the known dens (yes there are two for sure) and it looks like they have left our farm.

I sure hope so!  Dad said…we’ll see, we’ll see.

Anyway, nothing happened last night.  Except it got really cold around  8*, I stayed in my dog house all snug and warm.

It was dark when Mom gets up…I wonder why she gets up so early.  Oh, yes…to get the fire started in the woodstove.

The moon was just going to sleep but she came out anyway with her camera, she said she wants a good photo of the moon.

I think she got one.  She took one at night and one in the morning.  I don’t care if she is outside with the camera that just means I get to go and do something with her.

Then we all went inside and had a good snuggle around the fire.  It got too hot for Fuzzy so he headed outside.  I thought I could just stay inside and keep myself cool by panting.

That didn’t work.

Still everything is good, I helped Mom rake and I tried to catch mice that were sneaking into the chicken house.

Then I rode in the wheelbarrow as Mom hauled wood to the house.  I jumped out when Sam the Cat smirked at me.  Mom caught Sam and made him ride then.  He did too. Rode all the way to the house on a load of wood!

Smarty pants cat!

Well, hang on to your ears as pheasant season starts Saturday!!  (I’ll lay bones to hamburger Fuzzy tried to hide in his dog house or to make a dash to get into the house when the guns start going off.)


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Hauling Hay

Fuzz and I woke up early this morning; just at the sky was starting to color up a bit in the East.  It was rather cold…that is why we woke up.  Cold, brrrr!  48*!  Mom is going to have to snuggle up our dog houses pretty soon, or let us sleep in the house.

Sleep in the house…HEY that works for me!  Fuzzy doesn’t really like to sleep in the house; he says he gets too hot.

I had to remind him that he sure likes to be in the house when there is fire in the sky.

“That’s different”, he growled at me. “I’m a watch dog, I’m also a cow dog, and I’m the protector of the farm.  I sleep outside so I can SEE and HEAR what is going on, if something bad is happening then I can give the alarm.”

“Oh”, I replied.  “I just thought being in the house, was well, warmer.”

“It is son, it is.  But we watchdogs have real work to do.  Mom will be along and fix us up; she hasn’t failed us yet, has she.”

“Actually, no she hasn’t,” I answered.

So up we were when a huge flock of little twittering and cheeping birds came by and landed in our tree.  They sure were full of chit-chat and chatter, I sat there and watched them and listened in on their conversations:

“Are you tired, Mable?”

“Not yet, but having this tree right here was really good.”

“Ready to go”


“A short rest doesn’t do anyone of us any harm we have a long way to go today”

Mom walked out the house about that time causing about 1/3 of the birds to swoosh up into the air, the rest stopped talking.

Then Dad came out and got on his four-wheeler.  That was the end of the birds resting.  They all flew away.

I wonder where they are going…..

Anyway, we have work to do today.  It the last day of hauling in the hay! I love this type of work.  I get to ride with Fuzzy if I get tired or I can run alongside Mom checking out the bales.  I found a bull snake. WHEW!  That was a trip.

I was sniffing around one of the bales because it had a funny smell…sort of …well, hummm, let me see, musty, wet ….now just what is that odor?  I can’t seem to find a word for it, when all of a sudden —–


I jumped ten feet in the air.

That thing could move FAST.  I think it must have been 50 feet long!  The slithery long monster ran right at me!  RIGHT AT ME!!!!!!!     WOW!   WOOF! WOOF!  BARK! BARK!    I gave the red alarm.  Mom sure took her time getting over to the hay bale.

“Oh, Boom. That is just a snake.”  Come on get on the four-wheeler and leave it be, they do more good than harm.”  She laughed.

Yeah right.  You don’t have to tell me more than once. I know when I need to be on the four-wheeler and right now is one of those times!

After a while I wanted off, so I hoped off.  Fuzzy stayed on. He doesn’t get off much anymore. Heck, he never gets off.  Says his days of getting off and running around are over. It is so much better to ride.  Mom and I can get off, but he wants to just enjoy the sun and having the four-wheeler do all the work.

It only took about three hours to get the hay bales turned right (sometimes they come out of the baler and land crooked or they fall over, sometimes the baler doesn’t bale the bale well.  The twine slips or the knot doesn’t knot or sometime or other, when that happens it’s called a broken bale.  We, Mom and us pick the broken bales up and haul them into the feed bunk.  We also haul some down to the goats.

After we got all the bales straightened and Dad got all the hay stacked it was time to head up to the cement ditch and turn the water down.  One last irrigation for the hay and we are done for the year.

Sure seems to have gone fast.

This reminds me.  It was a year ago this week that I came to live here.  I picked this place.  It’s mine.  They love me and I love them.

Mom sang Happy Anniversary to me off and on all day.  She said since we don’t know my real birthday then today is going to be my birthday.  The vet said I was about 4-5 years old last year, so I guess this year I’m about 5-6 years old.  Whatever doesn’t really matter to me.  I like living here.  I like Fuzzy a lot and I love finding out what each new day is going to bring.

This farm living is the life for me!


With Our Boys in Service—October 12, 1944