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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

Almost Wordless Wednesday

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Better them than me

Fuzzy

Real Steals in Montgomery Ward 1902 Catalogue

 

On the Road Again

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Finally we are making it. 

The little beagle (Boomer) just hated riding in the back of the pickup.   I don’t know if he was afraid we would dump him off somewhere or if he would fall out. 

Its taken lots of work….he wanted to ride up front.  But not enough room with Terry, I, and two dogs.  Since this is the truck that goes to the rivers and up to check on things like head gates and other farm related activity Boomer had to learn to go.

 Or stay home.

Staying home was N.O.T. F.U.N.  He was howling the whole time until we got back. 

So….If Fuzzy will get in first then Boomer will get in. 

If Fuzzy will let Boomer look out the SAME side of the truck AT the SAME time, then Boomer got so he didn’t just lie down in the truck and try to hide his eyes.

Gradually we’ve made it.  Fuzzy (who hates to have his photo taken) showed Boomer (who wants to be ANYWHERE there is a camera) that the back of the truck is cool.  There are neat things to see, fun smells to smell and no one is going to dump you out because no one is dumping out Fuzzy.

—When we got Fuzzy we had trouble getting Fuzzy to ride in the car—but that is another story for another time.

After we got Boomer to ride…we had to teach him to STAY!  (Just because the truck STOPS it doesn’t mean you can jump out!)   After several times of him really listening and not panicking I can say I think we’ve made it.

Boomer is now moving into being a good farm dog.  I’m sure we will have to work with him as we do more and more farming activities, but he is smart so I’m sure we will make it.

(Cows were terrifying also, but he doesn’t chase them and has stopped barking at them when they come close to the yard).

Linda

Fall Work

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The canal is empty!  No more water heading toward the sea. (Or ocean or whatever)

Terry started putting in the new transmission pipe

Of course he had to dig part of it by hand

Then the majority of it could lay in the cement ditch

This is so the cement ditch won’t be so hard to take care of next spring

Every year the ditch fills up with winter trash from the neighboring farms…this year the wind was just way too much

As you can see by the above photo.  So we are hoping a new transfer PIPE will work better than the transfer ditch.

Fuzzy still likes to help us out, but he rides now instead of running

And Boomer ?….  Well, Boomer has fit right into his new life here at the farm.

Have a nice weekend everyone!

Linda

Fuzzy Here

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Mom has been really, really, really, —-did I say REALLY busy —so she asked me to blog for her today.

Lots of stuff has been happening here, first off after 37 years my people are finally getting a new carpet.  Mom is really excited because she is having the WHOLE house carpeted at once.  It’s been a little stressful for Dad and my brother Evan as they have had to move most of the furniture, but Mom helped when she wasn’t at work.

It’s a nice carpet, we animals can still walk on it and it won’t show dirt, my one requirement if they would have asked me, but they didn’t.

They are still working on the upstairs, but I never go upstairs anymore, it’s just too hard to climb stairs.

Mom said work has been way over-whelming with all the grant reports, the coal conference, the building maintence and all the regular paperwork, something about not enough days and hours in the days to get everything done. I really don’t understand, but that’s what I heard her telling Dad just this morning as she left for Paonia, again.

Anyway… that’s Mom’s big news but I have even bigger news

Not only does Zooker and

Bella come up all the time….so does

HANK!!!!

Hank is my 1st favorite sister’s new dog.  He was just like me a throw away!

My 2nd favorite sister found Hank and brought him to Misty.  She said she couldn’t keep another dog.

Dad agreed! 

And so did Mom and Misty.

So Hank has come to live at Misty’s.  Which is good.  I still miss Checkers

But it is really good to go down to Misty’s and have a buddy to see.  Hank comes up to see me also and I even share my bones with him.

Fuzzy

The Corn is Looking Good

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The corn is tasseling out and setting ears now.

This is when we start having trouble with the deer.  They love to eat the silks off the corn.  As most of you know the pollinating of the corn ear comes from the tassel which is at the top of the corn stalk.  The pollen from the tassels falls all over the silk at the end of the corn husk (ear). Each little silk is a direct link to a kernel inside the husk.

If the deer eat the silk the husk dries up and dies.  No corn. Not for us or anyone.

It’s hot here…running anywhere between 97-1004*.  Humdity builds and builds and builds and then we get

a storm.  Sometimes with rain, and sometimes with hail, but the hail has missed us so far.

We were taking Fuzzy down to the river for a swim, but the water is now gone.  That’s one the things that happens to the Roubioux in August.

Linda

Dog Days of Summer

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Fuzzy still like to run beside the four-wheeler as we move about doing chores.  I think that is pretty good for a twelve year old dog.  Although he does have some days when he is just too tired to go.  On those days I give him some baby asprin and let him rest.  Other times I take him anyway and let him ride behind me, which he loves (!), by the way.

I’m really glad we still have him.

Tallen is delighted that Zooker is back home.  I think she would just keep him if Uncle Evan would let her.

Zooker and his summer hair cut

The cats are bigger than this dog!  He knows he is small tiny and very careful to keep out of everyone’s way.

It’s hard to get a photo of Bella, she is NEVER, I mean N.E.V.E.R. still, EVER!  What a high energy dog. 

Lightening started a fire somewhere on the Plateau.  Not good, but it does make for a dramatic sunset.

Not much happening here, work, work and more work.  Second cutting of hay is started today.  That’s really good as the first cutting has all been sold and we still have standing orders for the second and third cutting.  Terry was saying he has to be careful and be sure and keep some for us.

The corn is growing rapidily.  If you stop and listen you can hear the pops and snaps as it grows.  I think that corn is possibly the only living thing of which you can not only see growth, but hear it happening as well. 

Mountain Fresh sweet corn will start picking thier sweet corn this weekend, with Olathe Sweet sweet corn starting Monday.  Watch for it to hit a grocery store near you.  When you find some know that it came from our area of the world! 🙂

Once the second cutting of hay happens I know we are half way through summer.  I guess I had better not be sad, but glad there is still more to come. I love summer!  But then again I like spring and fall also. 

Linda