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The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Day Care
Fuzzy and I have started a Day Care. Well, really I have. Not by choice! But by necessity! We had to figure out what to do with these little cousins that are spending ten days and ten nights with us!
What a job!
These are HOUSE DOGS!!!!
(This is Bella)
I guess from their size you can see why.
(This is Zooker)
Fuzzy told Mom, “NO WAY! I’ll back up Boomer, if he gets in trouble, but other than that I just sit in my dog house or go on walks with all of you and watch what happens.”
But I love Mom, so I said I would.
(Zooker had to have a belly band…the boy dog thing -you understand)
It hasn’t been so bad—Zooker sleeps with me, when I’m in the house, and when they are outside Zookie goes wherever I go.
So does Bells, BUT
Bella….now Bella is a whole other story…Bella has to be on a leash because…BECAUSE SHE RUNS OFF!
Boy can she run fast!!!
Took Mom 30 minutes to catch her one day….Bella would run a short ways, stop, wait for Mom to get there, run off really fast…Mom was NOT a happy camper when Bella finally LET Mom catch her.
So now Bella lives on a long rope when she is outside.
We go for lots and lots of walks, because Bella is so HIGH ENERGY…makes even me tired. Bella seems to always be in motion.
When she crashes she likes to crash on Mom.
When Zooker crashes he likes to lay on Dad if he can’t lay on me.
Fuzzy,
Sam the cat, and
Monkey the cat, all think I’m messed up. But, I love Mom and Dad and so I head up the Day Care for teeny bitty little house dogs! (While Fuzzy guards the place)
Mom is outside all the time now. The rule is—if Mom is outside we ALL have to be outside, even MONKEY…tee hee. (Who never wants to be outside.)
“Fresh air is good for you,” Mom says as she brings Monkey out the door with her.
Mom has also moved Fuzz and me outside at night.
Because of Freddy the Fox!
Freddy is getting way to close to the hen house. Yes, the hens are locked up at night, and they have a top on their pen, but Foxes are very clever.
Now Fuzzy and I have another job….keep the fox out of the yard!
We take this very seriously! It’s a job Fuzzy says he likes and what he was born for…he says I can be a babysitter if I want, but HE is a GUARD Dog and is going to stay that way.
Mom says…4.5 more days to go….Bella and Zookie say: “But we really like it HERE!”
I tell them they will be really happy to see their Dad again and do all the stuff they get to do with their Dad.
Zookie looks at me with tender love in his eyes and then sighs a great deal and tells me he WILL be glad when Dad gets home.
Bella? Well, Bella says she will enjoy having Dad back, but being here has
BEEN A BLAST!!!
I guess I run and pretty good Day Care.
Boomer
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Mom’s Shed
Since Dad is going to shrink the corrals and then expand the hay stack yard Dad decided the old granary had to either be torn down or moved.
Early yesterday morning…by first light…we all trouped out to the back of the farm yard to look at what Dad is interested in doing.
We all looked into the granary and then looked around the granary…Fuzzy and I were a little concerned because this is where our two ground squirrels like to live, Under the Granary.
Sam the cat went with us also. He crawled here and there all over the corrals and in the granary.
Boomer and I just went in and sniffed around and looked at all the cool stuff Mom and Dad had stored in there.
Back in the house we all ate breakfast and I heard Mom say…Let’s Move it!
So right after breakfast we all trouped back out to see where to move it too!
Mom says she wants it some place where she can get to it and work on the repairs.
So we all walked down the feed bunk road to the end of the corrals to look things over. Then we went into the corrals and over to the new shed to see if it would fit there, then we walked back to the end of the corrals.
Mom said she really like it at the end of the corrals…Dad looked and looked and then agreed.
Now the fun part started.
First the old corrals had to be removed, and then part of the old feed bunks, and then Dad went and got the tractor.
This was really exciting!
Boomer and were told to get out of the way a couple of times because we were really interested in being part of this whole process!
After we got it there Mom pronounced, “Perfect!”
It was a good morning’s work.
Then Mom went back in to fix lunch and Boomer and I decided it was a good time to take a nap!
Fuzzy
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Mom Said
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fuzzy took us outside! To sleep, I mean. I go in and out as I please but for sleeping I much prefer INSIDE, unless, of course, yes…THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON OUTSIDE!!!
Fuzzy said we have to go!
I said………. “Oh, please NO I love hanging out in the house!”
Fuzzy told me I needed to toughen up as our job is protecting the property…grudgingly I said… “Okay…”
So out we went.
Mom said if it rains or snows we are always invited back inside…I’ll be sure and remind her!!!
We’ve always got lots to do—
Now that the cows are gone our cousins can come over and walk with Fuzzy and I on the farm.
Sam hangs out with us, lots! Sam and I love, LOVE, to roll in the dirt…see this dirty cat walking by, that’s Sam. I get so full of dirt that the groomer says she is always surprised at how dirty I really am. She says Fuzzy is never really dirt.
HUMMMPH!
I’m not dirty…I just enjoy rolling on the grass!
The Raccoons keep on coming by…MOM SAID this is NOT good. Raccoons love to eat trash (although, our trash is so they can’t eat it) and they really like a good chicken dinner.
(All of our chickens are locked up at night, tighter than a fist, so they are safe—Mom said.)
And they are mean!
Mom said: “You boys have GOT to get your raccoon friends out of the yard and on to other pastures…you need to send them to the upper end.
You know what….THAT IS A BLAST! Fuzzy and I are working really hard to get these rascals on out of here and up to the upper end.
We do have to be careful, because raccoons are mean…they will turn around attack if they want too…but so far we have it figured out….start running toward them barking, they head to corrals, by that time Dad is outside and Mom is right behind…when they come out they turn on the big yard lights, which scare the raccoons.
Five days now and no raccoons, which is good, once the corn gets to growing we won’t have them in the yard!
Yesterday, Mom came out the door, hollered “Let’s go” and off we went. Going to town is always a cool treat! Sometimes we get concerned that going to town means:
- The Groomer
- The Vet
- Or some other thing we won’t like
But most of the time it just means GOING TO TOWN!
Yippee!
After we got home, Mom said: “You boys can come on it, I need to work on some stuff upstairs and you might as well help”, we thought it was a very good idea.
We are great helpers and we always do what Mom Says!
Boomer
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Night Visitors
I moved us outside…that stay’n in the house was start’n to wear on me. Boom, now, he says he could stay in the house always. But, Mom and Dad, and even I were getting right tired of Boomer sitting around panting. So out we went. Two days and two nights now, but Mom says we will have to move back in tonight as another winter storm is coming in today…it’s supposed to start raining this afternoon and then change over to snow.
Phewy!
But I suppose I should be grateful for the house. And Mom who insists we stay inside when it’s nasty outside.
Now if it’s raining AND THUNDERING I would MUCH PREFER being inside and right ON MOM, if she would let me!
Shudder, shudder, shake, and shudder!
But…onto night-time living.
Freddy Fox comes by;
he is pretty regular…
always around
early in the morning.
The two Raccoons come in the yard…not all the time, but they do come. We can smell them coming so Boomer and I take off running as fast as we can to halllllllllllllllllllllllo at them.
Our running down the corral line always makes them hop up on the top of corral and scamper off back to the fields.
Sammy-Sam the cat hangs out with us until mid-night….he like to makes sure there are no stray cats on the property. Then he gets tired and heads in for the night. That cat sure seems to sleep a lot! Then he comes back out around 4:00 in the morning, since there is usually something going on just before dawn.
Between us dogs and Sam we hardly ever have any stray cats, but we do get them.
We had this visitor….Dad helped him go to the Big Skunk heaven in the sky somewhere.
Can you imagine what SKUNK HEAVEN must smell like…………….phew.
We like to patrol the property
(just the outbuildings and the house and yards) day and night.
In the daytime we get to chase squirrels. We have a couple of ground squirrels and boy, are they ever fun.
There is always something happening…the chickens, other birds, 
and we get to see
Dad heading out to do work. (We don’t go with Dad, just Mom.)
Yes, Sir! That’s our job and I’m proud of it!
Fuzzy ….oh, yes…and Boomer
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Snacks
…………….just as Mom came out of the back door I jumped up from my comfy bed in my outside dog house. I was just in time to see Boomer padding up to Mom, tail wagging. We were both very glad to see Mom. If you see Mom that means we are going to do something, go for a ride, go for a walk, something that Boomer and I don’t have to figure out to do. Just be with Mom and see the sites.
She was on her way to check on the cows and the calves….GOOD!
We love going out to check on the cows and calves. We don’t go unless we are invited…rule number 6…never go into the maternity ward unless Mom is with you.
Hank never gets to go…Hank has some pretty bad manners…like he wants to chase cars, he wants to chase chickens, and yep, you guessed it…he wants to chase cows. So Hank has to always stay home and play with the little kids, which isn’t too bad of a deal. The bad part of the whole ‘being outside alone’ thing for Hank is he has to wear a shock collar.
Boom and I have discussed this — after talking to Hank we’ve decided we are NEVER going to wear a shock collar so if we are told NO…we listen.
Anyway, we were off with Mom to the maternity ward…yep, lots of calves, then I caught a smell..hummmmmm a delicious smell…I poked my nose up into the air and gave a big sniff, then I looked for Mom and Boomer…they were was down the lane, I looked behind me…just the cat.. I knew just what I was going to do…I was going to get myself a little snack…
BEEF JERKY!!
YUMMMMMM.
A dog doesn’t often get to have beef jerky, most of the Momma cow’s clean everything up, but sometimes a new mom will forget…then the afterbirth sort of sits out there and dries up and well…if I can ever find any…I LOVE IT!!!
I found some…and I was going to go get it and forgo the walk with Mom.
So off I went.
It was just about the time that I was chowing down on the beef jerky
that I hear Mom, telling Boomer: “DROP IT!”
“Drop it, Boomer! THAT IS GROSS, DROP IT!”
Yep, I knew just what he had found…nothing finer than MILK DUDS! Little baby calves only eat milk from the Mom for weeks, takes them some time to get their little stomachs to the place whereby they can start eating grass and hay, up until that time their poop is delicious!
Yummm.
I saw Mom reach Boomer and then I saw Boomer running off with a nice pile of Milk Duds, then Mom got Boomer to stop at which time he dropped the snack. Then I saw Mom covering up the snack with dirt and telling Boomer he wasn’t going to eat that then come into the house and throw up!
NO SIR!!!
Then they started back toward ME!!!!
I had to hurry, I was only a little ways into my snack…my old teeth and jaws don’t chew as fast as they used too. Suddenly Mom was there.
“DROP IT, FUZZY! NOW!”
Dang it, so I did.
She then got hold of my collar (she already had Boomer’s collar) and we headed back home.
Sigh!
On the way we met Sam…he just gave us this look of — you guys sure are dumb.
Boomer told him, but they taste so good!
By the time we reached Sam, Mom wasn’t leading us anymore. I sure wanted to turn around and give a wistful look at the Maternity Ward, but I was a little concerned I would get yelled at in front of the cat, so I didn’t.
Back home, Mom put us in the house.
Boomer didn’t throw up…he said he only got a little taste before Mom got there.
I suppose we won’t get to go to the Maternity Ward now for some time.
Bummer!
Fuzzy
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —First Babies
Yesterday was BATH DAY!!!!
Mom said that we had to go because Fuzzy needed to get his fur cleaned up from the surgery.
So we went…
It wasn’t bad. Fuzzy and I actually enjoyed it!
Then when we got home Mom, Fuzzy and I went for a walk.
We saw lots of birds again-
Ring necked doves,
Our chickens,
A tree full of blackbirds
A hawk,
Sammy the cat
went with us…
First me, then Mom,
then Fuzzy and then Sam.
It was great!
But, I must admit I stayed really close to Mom,
because…
You see…
Hum……….
THERE WERE BABIES OUT THERE!!!
We saw two babies! Now every day there will be more and more!
Pretty Cool, isn’t it!?
Boomer
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —A Walk through the Cows
It sure seems we have been hang’n at the house lots lately.
Sigh!
BUT Mom has started walking out on the place this week and WE GET TO GO WITH HER!!!!
Sure is fun!
I try….really I do…I, hum, try to stay with Mom and Fuzzy…BUT
THEREISSOMUCHTOSMELLANDDOOUTTHEREITISREALLYHARD!
Mom walks LOTS slower than I do…I mean, heck, I can be clear to the end of the field and BACK by the time she and Fuzzy get just a little ways into the field.
But to be fair, I think Mom walks with Fuzzy so Fuzzy doesn’t get lonely.
I really should also
BUT THERE IS SURE SO MUCH TO SMELL OUT THERE ————————–
We walked over to the equipment hillside, where Fuzzy scared up Robby the Rabbit. Fuzzy and Robby ran every which where, until Robby got tired and hid in the roller. Fuzzy barked at me to join him, but I was over with Mom looking at the old junk which really is homes for the mice.
The mice were not as interesting as the Robby the Rabbit but I was just too far away to be part of the fun. By the time I got there, Robby was tired and sitting in the roller just watching us.
Phooey.
We sat on the hillside and looked at the canyons of the Esclante and Dominguez for a short while….then we all moved over to the little pasture and Mom told us if it were night we could see all the cars coming across the desert from Grand Junction to Delta, but of course it wasn’t night so we couldn’t see the traffic.
Mom assured us it was there.
I headed down to the cattails, but Mom and Fuzzy didn’t they headed over to the little alfalfa field, Mom said half the place was good enough to walk for now.
The cows have made a path in the same spot in the field and in the dirt ditch that they have for over 40 years…Mom says it’s the shortest distance to where ever they are going.
Every time Dad sees the flattened out ditch (just in that one spot) he threatens to lay pipe there and cover it up. But he never does, he just gets out the ditcher in the spring and makes a new ditch.
I think he just likes to talk about the path, he really doesn’t care!
On the way back I joined Mom and Fuzzy, I really needed to be close to Mom because…..
My hurry had sort of vanished!
Because….
Well….
WE
HAD
TO
GO
THROUGH
THE
COWS!!!!!!
I’m really afraid of the cows!
I’ll bark at them if they get too close to the electric fence around the yard, but I don’t want to do more than that.
WHY?!?!?!
Those girls will CHASE YOU!!!
THAT’S WHY!!!
I had them chase me when I first got here, that sort of thrill I didn’t need again in my life!
Mom has to make me go in front of her, but I only go one step in front of her foot…
Mom and Fuzzy laughed at me, but I didn’t care.
As soon as we got through the herd of 70 pregnant females —- you think about that…
SEVENTY
(70)
PREGNANT
FEMALES
I ran right to the house!
Whew!
I enjoyed the walk, I sure did. But getting through all those cows is best!
Boomer
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Doing Better
Today, in just a little while, I go with Mom to get my stitches out!
I’m ready!!!
Those things itch! My back paw fits right where they are and it feeeeeeeeeeeeels so good. Then Mom grabs my back leg and tells me to stop, “can’t do it right now, ole boy”, she says. And pets me until I forget I had the itchys.
My tumor was right behind my shoulder blade and had grown into the shoulder blade area which is why I was having so much trouble walking.
But not anymore!
Every day we go for a walk and I made it clear around half the place yesterday. Who says old dogs need to be put out to pasture?!
Mom, Dad, Boomer and I were looking at all the really early spring work (or is it late winter work?) Dad and Mom want to get done before the farming season starts.
Boomer and I were looking for anything of interest!
We saw lots of birds. Some Mom was able to get a photo of but mostly she didn’t.
Boomer had to run off to the upper end and over to the back 40 (I sure would have liked to go) and we all heard him YELP. He hollered at me the rabbits were hopping about, but I just couldn’t do it this time. Next time I told him, not today. You give chase for both of us!
And he did.
We were up there a long, long time. When we started back home the cows were heading up to sleeping draw to spend the night. They were early because a storm was coming in and they wanted to bed down before it hit.
I was glad to get back home too…that bedding down idea sounded really good.
Boomer said he would take a nap with me; that’s what buddies are for.
Well, anyway Mom and I are off to get the stitches out! Everything is looking up.
Fuzzy
Sunday, January 6, 2013
We warmed up yesterday just for about thirty minutes…then it dropped rapidly and we froze back up.
But for that short length of time the snow on the carport started to melt and drip off.
(You can see the two tiny drops against the background of the metal building, I hope)
I tried really hard to get a photo or two of the delightful melt, but they didn’t turn out very well…:)
Oh, well…short lived, but very enjoyed.
I hope your Sunday goes pleasantly for everyone. Fuzzy goes in for his operation Thursday morning. I am concerned that I’m doing the right thing…I sure hope so.
Linda
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