Last night Mom, Boomer and I went for a short walk.
That is really all I can do now…short, stiff legged walks. Boom loves to go for huge long walks. Mom says she likes to walk however we choose to walk. So if I go along she walks with me and lets Boomer run off sniffing at the news. I really don’t know how she and Boomer walk, he says he doesn’t either; he has lots of news to check out so he just lets Mom walk however she wants to walk. Then he comes back and checks on her off and on.
Anyway, Mom asked if we wanted to walk up to the new pipe we put in this late winter…
“SURE!” Boomer and I barked. Then with huge dogie smiles on our faces we headed out to see what we could see.
Dad has part of a field planted in corn. Boomer said he helped Mom and Dad put in the sweet corn yesterday afternoon. So part of the field corn is in and all the sweet corn.
Dad is out right now working on planting the other acres of corn. Dad said he is three weeks behind this year…it’s just been too cold and wet to put the seed in the ground.
Anyway, Boom and I were with Mom, just doing the usual dog-things. A pee here, a pee there, a sniff around this and that, another pee…Mom laughed and asked us how we could ever have SO MUCH pee!
We just laughed with her.
Suddenly Boom was back ….I mean right back, right UNDER Mom’s feet. Then in my way.
BOOMER! What is going on? I growled at him.
(Photo curtosey from TB over at http://oneflyspictureplace.blogspot.com/–the coyote is in the corner…see if you can find him.)
Coyotes, Fuzz! Right up there in the Rabbit Brush.
How many, Boom?
Two…I think. I really can’t see more than two.
We both sniffed the air…yeah, two.
Hummmm, does Mom see them.
I don’t know she is messing with the water coming out of that pipe thingy.
What’cha think they are want’n, Fuzzy?
I don’t know Boomer, but one thing is for sure I don’t want to find out. It could be that old dog sounds good for supper.
Shiver, shake, and sit as close to Mom as you can Fuzzy, get on her if you have too. We need her to see there are Coyotes out here!!!
Okay…I will.
Pssst! I don’t think she brought a gun with her Boomer. This could be serious!
Mom will know what to do…just get on her so she can to see what we see.
“FUZZY! What is going on?” Mom sat up and pushed Fuzzy a little ways off her.
CLIMB BACK ON MOM, FUZZY!
“Fuzz-Dude! What is the matter? You act afraid of something?”
HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL
Good job, Boomer! Point your nose toward the coyotes and stand your ground
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, I’ll do the same thing. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, rumble, mutter, grrrrrrrrrr
Now howl again, I’ll bet Mom can see them if you do that.
Okay, here goes! BAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! HAOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!
“What to do see, Boom-boy?”
“OH!!! Coyotes!” Geez, and all I have is a camera.
“Slowly start walking back, boys. Go slow. Stay with me….if I have to flash the camera maybe that will scare them off.”
“Boom! Come on! You don’t have what it takes to fight a coyote!”
“Oh darn! Here is Sammy-sam!”
“Come here, Sam. Come here! Let me carry you.”
“Whew…we are home!”
Hey, Fuzz! Let’s let them have it!
Okay, Boomer, assume the barking position!
BARK! BARK! HOWWWWWWWWWWWWL!
“NO! Stop that! We do NOT want them in the yard, nor do you want to be trashed!” Mom hollered at us.
Growl, mutter, growl….slink off toward the dog houses….growl mutter.
“Go in Sammy….come on boys; dog treat time. You were great protectors tonight!!”
Hey Boomer… This is cool! We protected Mom from the coyotes and got dog treats also!
I guess I’m not as old as I thought I was!
YIPPEE!!!
Fuzzy
They are amazingly ‘cool’ because he was actually able to snap the photos fast enough to have the wings stopped. I’ve tried and tried and tried and all I ever get is a blur.
Life on a Colorado Farm 