The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Guard Duty

Posted on August 28, 2015 by Dayphoto

I was sleeping resting my eyes one miserably hot afternoon, when the back door opened and Dad came out heading toward the machine shed. I really didn’t think much of Dad coming out the back door and going someplace. He is always doing something along those lines.

I was gradually letting my eyes fall back into sleep to rest once more, when the back door opened back up again…HUH?! Did I miss something? Did Dad sneak past me and go Back Inside?! I jerked myself awake to a sitting position. (I was sleeping on the futon in the shade, just so you know.)

Nope I didn’t miss anything! It was Mom. She was out of her work clothes and into her go to town jeans…I thumped my tail with joy, on the seat of the futon, then jumped down a HUGE doggy smile on my face, my back end going fifty miles an hour.

Mom bent down and gave me a kiss on my doggie nose and a nice rub down on my back…I quickly flipped over so she could give me tummy rubs.

“Not now, Boom, Dad and I are heading to town. You guard the place while we are gone.” With those parting words she got into her car, turned the motor on and backed up to the machine shed, where Dad was just locking up the door.

By this time I had gotten up and walked to the end of the sidewalk. Yep, Dad got in and they drove off.

Well, I guess the place is mine now, I thought to myself.

Heading toward my dog house a brown streak of something went right in front of me so fast I couldn’t even process what I was seeing. Whatever it was went so fast I couldn’t even SMELL what was going by me. While whatever that was t was running by my face something ran right by my backside and hit my tail as it went by.

I spun around trying to see what whipped my tail so hard. Then I spun back around…and saw “Stanley and Stewart!!! The Squirrel brothers!

“Hey, Boomer! Let’s play hide and seek…We will hide and you can seek!”

With that they were off in two puffs of dust, one puff per squirrel. I gave myself two seconds to decide if I wanted to play or not. “You bet”, I bayed and we were off!

I chased those squirrels clear over to the Butler Grain bins, past the roller and the pile of plastic pipes. They chittered and chirped at me from several vantage points…the top of the tallest grain bin, then they scampered down to the roller and pranced all over to the top of it… (I almost got them at that point)….then they danced themselves right into the gated pipe that was in the middle of the pile of Dad’s transmission pipes he saves, in case one of the pipe in the field cracks or something.

Poking my head into the pipe I let out a volley of barks at them…LOUDS ONES! They just stood way back in the dark of the pipe and laughed at me.

After a while I got tired of seeking, my voice was getting dim and my throat sore so I turned around and just left.

It was a good thing too. Turning away from the pipes I could hear a car coming down the long, long lane…scampering off to bark whomever it was into the drive way, I raised my fur on my back and got a mean look on my face…let the trespassers come…I’m ready to guard the place.

I drew on all the courage of my mighty beagle self and barked up a storm! If Mom and Dad want me to guard the place, then I’m going to do it! I gave deep ferocious barks and ran right toward the bridge, the hair on my back standing tall.

Oh!

It’s Mom and Dad.

I joyfully followed them into the carport.

Hum, I wonder if they brought me something. I ran to the driver’s side with a huge smile on my face, my tail wagging in anticipation!

Nope, just a pat on the back, a ‘good job, Boomie’, then they were in the house.

Shish!

Oh, here they are again. That didn’t take long. “Come on, Boomer! Let’s go. Time to irrigate!”

Hey, now that’s more like it…Boomer … Go … Irrigate!

YES! Works for me!

Boomer the Beagle—bestest Guard Dog irrigator in the world.

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—a Small Hike

Posted on October 17, 2014 by Dayphoto

Mom and Dad were tired of working on the house, and Boom and I were tried of DOING NOTHING!!!

So Dad said, “Let’s go out to the desert and do a Walk About….Who knows what cool stuff we will get to see.” Boomer yelled, “AND SMELL! COOL STUFF TO SMELL!”

We loaded up and headed out. It was a BLAST! Although, Mom and I didn’t walk very fast Boomer and Dad had a great time.

We saw the ruts left from years and years ago when the freighters from Grand Junction would haul in supplies to the canyons areas and to Delta. It was always hard going if the desert was wet…clay soil is a tough thing to pull/walk/stove through. The desert got the name ‘Stinking Desert’ because the freighters dreaded the haul so much—“We have to head off through that Stinking Desert,” they would say. Over time the name just stuck…sort of like the wagons…tee hee!

We walked under the highway into the cement tunnel—which is really to carry the flash flood water under the highway instead of over the highway and wash the road out.

On the other side of the highway is a pond of SLIME WATER!

Even I didn’t like the slime water and I adore water!!!

After that we went back to the pick-up and headed into Delta. In Delta we went to Confluence Lake and walked around there for a spell. That was nice. Boomer found a dead fish, but Mom wouldn’t let him near it. (Boomer pouted all the way back to the pick-up)

We got home as the sun was sinking into the horizon. Boomer and I agreed it sure was nice to go for a little ride after all the days of waiting for Mom and Dad to finish down at the other house. Mom and Dad both said that was refreshing.

And you know something? I agree. A little change of pace is always a good thing.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Pheasant Hunting Season

Posted on November 11, 2011 by Dayphoto

Finally! Mom and Dad are home!

They have been super busy, super busy! Which suits me just fine…I like being busy. Fuzzy says we are busy but really we aren’t.

Here’s how our day went when Mom and Dad were in Texas. Sleep until Misty and Tally came up to do the chickens….hang out with them for a while. Then they would leave and Fuzzy and I would sleep again. Fuzzy would pick out a spot in the sun somewhere and doze off. I like to jump on top of the dog houses and sleep there. It’s all nice and cuddly and warm, the sun hits and warms everything up.

Then I would sort of mosey around but I never went too far, because I knew Fuzzy would miss me. Then later, way later, in the day Blade would come over with Puff/Hank and they would do the chickens…gather the eggs and put the chickens to bed for the night and throw some hay over to the cows.

Mom and Dad were gone 4 days….an eternity! On the third day I begged really, really, hard to get to go home with Mom-mom and Tally so they let me. (Fuzzy didn’t want to go)

NOW THAT WAS FUN!!!!

While Fuzzy slept in the sun Puff/Hank and I P.L.A.Y.E.D. everywhere. I came home with Blade in the evening. The next morning when Mom-mom came up I hopped into the truck, because I WAS going home with them again!

Then Mom and Dad came back! Which is just wonderful, you see. They’ve been doing lots of stuff in the kitchen and the bathroom and we have been without water for a couple of days, something about the hot water tank leaked and caused the bathroom vinyl to come up and the underneath wood to get really soaked. A new hot water tank had to be bought, new carpet laid down…but Mom saved lots of water so we didn’t have to go thirsty.

I think they are about done with the water because we rode down twice to the end of the lane to turn the water off and turn it on. Now Dad says he has to haul hay down to the elevator as they are out and want some more. Then maybe, just maybe, on Friday Dad plans on combining corn. He had a flat tire on the combine, but he took it town and got it fixed so plans are still on for Friday.

We all will help with that, but all the other stuff comes first, Dad says.

Today is Friday the 11^th, on the 12^th Pheasant Hunting season starts. Since none of us had checked fences for a while or even checked on the cows for a time we all headed off to do so. Mom and Dad don’t let hunters hunt on our property anymore. There was a time when they did, but not anymore.

Dad says too many people have left gates down, climbed over fences and broken down the fences, shot at the cows, and even walked down the canal and shot close to the barn to even begin to think about letting hunters back on the place.

(Besides there really aren’t many pheasants left in our area. Too many fox and coyotes! They eat the eggs and they eat the birds! I know because I’ve been sniffing out the sad tale now for the year I’ve lived here.)

We headed out, but had to stop; as our neighbor was moving his cows down from the plateau to his winter pasture…he said the cows were eating snowballs up there. Made us all laugh. The cows said it was true; they were super glad to see food again.

Fuzzy and explored along the corn fields,

there were a couple of lose wires that had to be fixed so the folks worked on those.

The wind had blown some big weeds into the electric fence which had to be picked off; we explored some more while they did that.

Fuzzy pretty much had to ride with Mom — he would get way too tired. Still Mom would put him off and let him run around while they worked.

When we got home the moon was coming up….WOW! Sure was a pretty moon! The last time we had a full moon Sissy Coyote came calling, but we all checked out the known dens (yes there are two for sure) and it looks like they have left our farm.

I sure hope so! Dad said…we’ll see, we’ll see.

Anyway, nothing happened last night. Except it got really cold around 8*, I stayed in my dog house all snug and warm.

It was dark when Mom gets up…I wonder why she gets up so early. Oh, yes…to get the fire started in the woodstove.

The moon was just going to sleep but she came out anyway with her camera, she said she wants a good photo of the moon.

I think she got one. She took one at night and one in the morning. I don’t care if she is outside with the camera that just means I get to go and do something with her.

Then we all went inside and had a good snuggle around the fire. It got too hot for Fuzzy so he headed outside. I thought I could just stay inside and keep myself cool by panting.

That didn’t work.

Still everything is good, I helped Mom rake and I tried to catch mice that were sneaking into the chicken house.

Then I rode in the wheelbarrow as Mom hauled wood to the house. I jumped out when Sam the Cat smirked at me. Mom caught Sam and made him ride then. He did too. Rode all the way to the house on a load of wood!

Smarty pants cat!

Well, hang on to your ears as pheasant season starts Saturday!! (I’ll lay bones to hamburger Fuzzy tried to hide in his dog house or to make a dash to get into the house when the guns start going off.)

Boomer