Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Four, Friday, July 3, 2020

Chapter Four

“This helping Mom is — well, boring, don’t you think, Mindy?”

“Actually, yes” Mindy replied. “I think I have things to do.” With that, Mindy climbed onto the heart log

Stretched out her claws and had a very good scratch.

“Mindy Lou-Sue,” Mom exclaimed.  “You are such a cute little kitty.”  Mom walked over to Mindy and gave her a really nice rub down. Then Mom picked her up and gave her a kiss on her little face.  Mindy was purring so loud I could hear her from way down by Mom’s feet.

Mom put Mindy down.  Mindy rubbed up against my legs and told me she needed to go do something.

With that, she was off.

I followed her for a bit,

then I got worried

I wouldn’t know what was happening

with Mom so I headed back.

It is very important to stay close to Mom,

who knows something bad might come charging out of the farm and get MOM!

I sat next to Mom for a very long time.  Long enough I started to pant.  Finally, Mom said: “Let’s take a break, Boomer. I’m hot, your hot; we need to cool down.”

It was HOT!  Very hot.  Mom and I headed toward the shade.  Mom sat down, I sat right by her, then I got a BELLY RUB!!! OH! MY WONDERFUL! BELLY RUB!  My back leg started scratching as fast as it would go!  OOPS!  I got Mom’s hand.

O! Well, that was the end of the belly rub.  I jumped up and hid.

“Come back here, Beaglie. You didn’t mean to do something bad.” Mom called me back over to her for MORE PETS!!

I AM IN HEAVEN!

Just then Mom and I heard.

MEOW!  MEOW! MEOW!  VERY LOUD!!! 

Mom and I got up and looked to where the sounds were coming from.

“Mindy!  You have a mouse!” Mom exclaimed!

Mindy ran over to Mom with her mouth FULL of mouse!

“MOUSE, MOM!”  Mindy announced.  “Just for you!  I brought you a present.”

“What a good kitty you are,” Mom petted Mindy all over her head and backbone. “You are such a good mouser.  Thank you so much, Min-Min.”

Mindy gave Mom kitty love eyes, then sat to work eating—– you guessed it MOUSE!

This day as turned out to be a really good day.  When Mindy started snacking on the mouse Mom went into the house and got me a yummy piece of Dog Chicken Jerky.

O! The JOY!

I gobbled my stick of chicken jerky in three bites (I didn’t want Mindy to get any) then headed toward the lawn.

Flopping down I gave myself a good roll this way and that way, squiggling my back all over the grass…

This Feels good.

 

This feels very good.

 

I looked up to see Mindy right by my head.

“We sure have a good life, don’t we, Boomer?”

I looked her square in the eye, then gave her a big slurp on the top of her head.

“WE DO!” I shouted.

After that, we both ran off chasing each other on the lawn.

 

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Three, Friday, June 26, 2020

Chapter Three

Off we went, Mom, Dad, and I clear to the Upper End, then over to the Rocky Point.

After all that riding I was more than ready to get down when they finally stopped at the Middle Field to change and set the water in the growing alfalfa.

I HAD to get DOWN!

Riding so much hurts my bum leg, you see.

Down I went.

I sorta kinda hung out with Mom and Dad watching and waiting for a time when I could slip away and get some of the news out on the farm.

Good. They are busy packing siphon tubes, setting water…I’m off!

Oh!  Look…a bunny.  Darn. It hopped away too fast.

Oh, well… Quail!

Cool!

OOPS! I think I scared it.

Moving on now… PHEASANT!

I jumped back fast,

that bird was ON a MISSION!

When I jumped back the pheasant screamed and hollered I scared him so bad.

Then he took off in a run, flapping wings and he was gone.

About that time I heard:  “BOOMER! WHERE ARE YOU? TIME TO GO!”

I turned my old ancient self around and heading back to Mom and Dad who were waiting for me.

Then Mom picked me up, put me back down on my very soft fluffy rug…Mom had put a 1” thick piece of foam under my rug and over the ply-wood so my hip wouldn’t hurt like it used to.

I squirmed down, snuggled up to Mom; we were off!

Over to the old Apricot tree (lots of apricots way up high), checked out the ditches in the horse pasture, Mom and Dad petted T’Ata and Glory,

then home again…

Nice. (I have to walk with my tail down when I hurry too fast)

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Two, Friday, June 19, 2020

Chapter Two

 

Okay, enough is enough!

I’ve slept the sleep of the dead. I’ve slept on the kitchen floor where I can keep cool.

I’ve slept in my warm Boomer Sofa where I can stay warm.

I’ve slept out in my bedroom where I can stretch out and roll around.

I’ve SLEPT!

I’m tired of sleeping.

Just say’n

It’s TIME to GO OUTSIDE!

I pushed the back door open, picked up my bum leg, and hopped outside!

There is news out here just I know!

Let’s see check this out.

Now check this out

What’s over here.

OKAY!  That’s enough.  Time to move off the step.

Into the Garden, I go

Look this way

And That

OOOOOOOOOOOOO BAYYYYYYYYYYYY SMELL THIS!!!

Raccoon…during the night.

Always. RACCOON in the Garden!  BAYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Oh! Hi Mom!

Raccoon in your garden

Go figure.  Mom doesn’t understand Beaglie talk.

Oh, Well…I’ve known that for years.

Oh! Here comes Dad!

“Come on Boomer!  Let’s go!” Mom called me.

GO!
You Bet!

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know (Friday, July 12, 2020)

Chapter One

I am feeling, better, better, better!  Boy is that sensitive nose of mine a mess.  I have to be very careful and NOT go out in the wind.

Or the weeds. Or the grass.

The second I go out in the wind my nose becomes infected. Then I’m sick and I have to take medicine which makes me very, very sleepy.

BUT…

TODAY! I feel GOOD! I feel good enough I am GOING TO DO SOMETHING NO MATTER WHAT MOM SAYS!!!

Now what started all this, you ask.  Well,

I was out checking all the news right after my very yummy break-the-long-night-fast of a boiled skinless, boneless chicken thigh.

(Mom is afraid I have developed an allergy to food so she is monitoring EVERYTHING!  Although, I do find the REAL boiled chicken thigh very yummy.  I can slurp that right down in two gulps.)

So, anyhoo here I am checking out the farmyard…lots of interesting things out here to sniff— when one has a sniffer.

I haven’t had a sniffer since forever!

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Hummm

What do we have here…?!

Sniff, sniff, snuff

Raccoon.  Yes.  We have lots of raccoons, I think we are a major highway for raccoons.

Raccoons will kill and eat chickens, you know.  That’s why Mom always and forever locks up the two hens each and every night.  Locks them up tighter than a drum.  Gota keep ‘um safe, ya know.

Yes, raccoon…and WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

WAIT!

WHAT IS THIS!

Not a raccoon.

I don’t think I know this smell.

Sniff, sniff…oooooooooooo, yes, I do.  DANGER in the form of QUILLS!

NOT GOOD!

I better let Mom know.

But, wait!   I think I had better go check out around the Butler Bins and the farm equipment and the….

I took off trotting out of the farmyard when I heard:

“BOOMER!  WHERE ARE YOU?!  BOOMER! YOU COME BACK HERE!”

“BOOMER!”

Sigh!

I turned around…shoot.

MOM!  THERE YOU ARE! I LOVE YOU, MOM!

I hobbled up to Mom with my tail going in a circle.

“Boomie, you can’t go off on a walk-about anymore.  Your back leg doesn’t work, your knee hasn’t really healed from whatever you did to it this winter, you can’t see well, and your hearing is off.  I’m sorry Beaglie, your exploring days are over.  You have to stay in the yard and close to mom now.”

Mom reached down and gave my ears lots of rubs, pets, strokes, and a big kiss on my nose.

Sigh.

Okay, whatever you say Mom, I thought as I followed her back into the yard, then into the house.

Settling down, I made myself comfortable…I’ll sleep for a spell. BUT I think I still might do a walk-about sometime.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

 

 

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday—Staying Inside, Friday, June 5, 2020

I HATE staying inside when the air is warm, the evenings nice and the weather just perfect for hunting and chasing and eating MICE!

So…if Mom picks me up and takes me inside, shows me a nice dish of cereal and milk; I turn up my nose and run as fast as I can to the back door.

There I meow LOUDLY until she lets me back outside.

I get lots of pets so I know I don’t want to make Mom and Dad mad, but staying inside when the weather is nice—-

Just does NOT work!

I have so much to do.

Mice to stalk

Mice to grab and kill

Mice to bring to Mom or Dad, while meowing loudly. (I want them to know I am doing a very good job)

Mice to eat.  Yummy. (Mom said I can’t show you a photo of me eating mice. She said it wasn’t appropriate for the internet.)

Mice to herk back up and leave for the flies. (Or Mom if she sees it. Mom always goes and gets a shovel and buries the herk…silly Mom.)

Then, with a very full tummy, to climb on the chair and sleep or go out to the tractor shed and sleep on Dad’s 630 John Deere.

BUT——-

When Oreo is out and about….I ALWAYS meow to come in and SLEEP WITH MOM!!!

Mindy the Kit Kat of the family!

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Improving, Friday, May 29, 2020

I am better.  Well, let’s say I am somewhat better.  The fungus in my nose is gone, the swelling in my nose is gone, but I now have a cough.

Somedays I don’t have a cough.  Somedays I don’t have a sneeze.  Somedays I don’t have ANYTHING!

It’s on those days Mom and I think YAY BEAGLIE IS WELL!

Then …. The cough comes back, or the sneeze and the cough come back, or just the sneeze.

So now I’m on allergy meds.

So far, THAT is working.

Anyway, Mom and I Thank you so much!  Mom was really, really scared I had a tumor in my nose…which was a possibility.  A very scary possibly…

BUT NO TUMOR!

YAY!

I can sniff and smell anything I want to now!

Anyway, we have to let the allergy meds work (please keep me in your prayers that the allergy medication does the trick).

I’m doing so much better,

I like to go with Mom to irrigate.

I never liked to go with mom to work in the hay so I don’t even ask to go then.

Besides Mom doesn’t really want me to walk about in the high pollen grasses right now.

SOOOOOO!

Here I am. Boomer Beaglie Brown doing ever so much better!

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Freddy the Fox and Boomer, Friday, May,22, 2020

I was out hunting early this morning with Mom…well, Mom wasn’t hunting,

Mom was checking the end of the field to see what rows of water didn’t come through. Dad was out IN the field checking to see how wet everything was—

when FREDDY FOX RAN BY…AS FAST HAS HE COULD GO!

Then Freddy stopped…looked at me…I about passed out.

He barked…Fox barks are really different — go here to hear one — which scared me worse.

Then I listened, he was barking for Boomer.

“MEOWWWWWWWWWWWW!”  I screamed.  “Boomer isn’t outside, Boomer is sleeping in the kitchen on his big soft fluffy bed.”

“Get Boomer and have him come out…it’s time we had an adventure.” Freddy said to me.

“Not right now, Freddy.  Boomer has been sick and is resting.  Maybe when he feels better.” I replied.

VARRRROOOOOOOOOOOM

Freddy and I heard one of the four-wheelers startup.

Then we heard the other four-wheeler startup.

“GOTTA RUN! See Ya Around.” Freddy yelled as he took off toward the upper end.

That works for me I murmured, turning around

I flopped down and gave myself a very nice dust bath.

Then I jumped up and looked around.

I’m sure glad that fox is gone!

Off I went heading into the field to see about my breakfast!

Mindy, Min-Min Kit-Kat Brown

 

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— Helping Mom, Friday, May 8, 2020

Boomer and I have been helping Mom

We help her in front of the house. Boomer sniffs for smells I look for mice.

I even look for mice when I am NOT helping Mom. 😊

Last night Mom, Boomer, and I went for a small walk.  It was just the perfect amount for a very old, crippled beagle, but I (I) could have walked more!  Much more.

But Mom says not a long way, we have to think of Boomer and his sorta, kinda, healing knee.

So, we went a sorta short way;

Mom took photos of the cloud-covered moon,

Boomer and I waited patiently.

This morning Mom came looking for me.

I was hidden in plain sight. I sat there for a long time,  waiting for Mom to see me.

It took her forEVER, but finally, she did.

When Mom called me, I pretended I didn’t hear her.

That’s what cats do… pretend to not listen.

I even yawn, so she would know I wasn’t paying her any attention.

Then Mom turned around, just left me there.

WHAT!?!?!

WAIT UP, MOM!  I WANT BREAKFAST!


I jumped up and ran after Mom, even beating her in the house.

Yummy.

Breakfast time is the best.

Mindy Kit-Kat Brown

The Adventures of Mindy on Friday— A Peak into My World, Friday, April 24, 2020

I got trapped in Mom’s flower bed

Well, Not Really

FOOLED YOU!

I also went for a walk with

Boomer and

Mom

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!

Yesterday, I chased off another cat.  Mom saw me.  She told me not to chase that kitty it was Aunt Shannon’s.  Then Mom called out “COOPER! COOPER! Come here! MINDY STOP!”

I didn’t. I chased Cooper all the way to the cross-over ditch!

I AM GOING TO BE THE ONLY CAT HERE!

Oh…just so you know…BOOMER CAN RUN AGAIN!

Well, not perfectly run, but he can HURRY UP WALK and Mom and I think

THAT IS A GOOD THING!

Mindy Kit-Kat Brown

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Not Good, Friday, April 17, 2020

Dad came home telling Mom (and Mindy and me) that the very cold, freezing temperatures the last three nights, froze all the little onion plants the onion farmers had up.

Dad also said that the alfalfa is looking mighty sad…too much cold.

Not Good!

Then Mom told Dad that she noticed all the apricots froze and so did the buds of the Pear trees.

And her spring flowers.

Not Good!

It has been so cold at night Mindy and I think it must be February all over again. So, we stay inside all toasty and warm.

Even though we are inside the game camera gets photos of:

Yep.

The Creatures of the Night!

Not Good!

Mom and I still go for a walk at night

(not far, my knee is better, but not really well).  Mom says a short walk is good, a long walk

 

Not Good!

That works for me.  I still get all the news when I get up in the morning, go out after breakfast and CHECK things out.

THAT is GOOD!

Boomer Beaglie Brown