humor | Life on a Colorado Farm

We’ve been helping Mom. She stands around and rakes and rakes and rakes, so Boomer and I sorta, kinda, sit close by. Boomer tried to sit ‘right by Mom’ but he kept getting stepped on whenever Mom backed up. Finally Boomer decided that he had better move.

Tee Hee. It takes that boy so time to get some things through his head. Giggle.

Mom was a little unhappy when she backed up and fell OVER Boomer. That is when he figured out claiming Mom as his own wasn’t a very good idea. 🙂

The wind has been blowing and the days are chilled.

Last year I moved us outside on March 8^th. Not this year. We are still sleeping inside. It did get hot enough two nights ago that we wanted to spend the night outside. Mom had just settled us down for the night…three yummy dog treats, a bedside bowl of water, lots of hugs and pets on the head, and a good night, sleep tight and Boom and I are off to dream land.

BUT a couple of nights last week it was just TOO HOT TO STAY INSIDE so Boomer and I peeled out the door. WHEW! It felt much better to cool down.

Then this week we’ve had lots of wind, the cold kind of wind, the wind that blows down off the mountain all fresh and chilled from the snowbanks up there. So sleeping inside was just right!

Today it feels like a lovely day…the sky is spring blue, the clouds are hovering over the mountains far, far, far away—we can still see them—the air is still and Boomer and I are running around checking out all the smells and news on the farm.

It is a Beautiful Morning, Everyone!

You Very Happy Dog Friend,

Fuzzy (Oh, yes, Boomer says he is happy also. And he says Hi!)

Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world! (Well, outside of Mom, that is). I really don’t like other dogs, never have, never will! But when Boomer slipped into my doghouse one night I knew he and I would be friends for ever more!

Now that you know that I adore Boomer we take naps together, we bark the mailman down the lane together,

we ride on the four-wheeler with MOM, chase the squirrels and bark at the birds.

We do lots of stuff together.

We make sure the fox stay away,

or at least does a fast run through our place.

We do NOT bother the porcupines, the badgers (Boomer was chased by one once) or the coyotes.

We both have decided the Mom and Dad are on their own when it comes to the skunks, that is just all there is too it. A dog who gets sprayed by a skunks gets BATHS…lots and lots and lots of baths! (Hank-the grandkids dog, doesn’t care he will take on a skunk anytime. And he still goes after any all porcupines.) PHEW!

HOWEVER!!!! I draw the line as some stuff…like eating milk duds (`!) I just can’t do it. I just can’t.

The other thing I don’t get is Boomer is a beagle…purebred the Vet says. Beagles are bred for hunting…RABBITS! (I’m a cow dog…always have been, always will be!)

Colorado has a Beagle Rescue if you are interested.

You know what? Boomer NEVER chases our rabbits….ever! I use to…they hop really fast so it’s fun to follow them into their hiding places. But I never hurt them; the only things I hurt are mice and snakes….anytime…anyplace…anywhere! Bite, snap, done! There ya go…no more mouse or snake! Of course, Boomer doesn’t understand why I like to feel that crunch and snap in my mouth. (I can’t swallow what he likes to slurp down…)

Boomer doesn’t even give chase to the rabbits ever…just keeps on sniffing around on the ground, he even sniffed right by one of the rabbits. How strange is that?

Well, anyway…in the scheme of things … I really don’t care. You see Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world. If he doesn’t want to chase a bunny…you know what? He doesn’t have too.

Fuzzy