“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes
Our day was pretty much the same as everyday…Mom doing something in the house, Dad doing something on the farm, me checking out all the happenings on the very long lane, which leads to the farm yard, Mom, Dad and Myself checking and changing water….the everyday of everyday.
Our days have moved into August.
August where it’s supposed to be so hot a dog couldn’t pant himself cool.
BUT it wasn’t!
It’s August, but it feels like September! Cool days and wet skies! Scary sounds and flashing lights in the sky; August that feels and acts like September!
I still sleep outside at night…it’s not THAT cold. I know Mom keeps all the windows open, even still I find the house hot!
BUT…more than any reason I sleep outside to PROTECT the farm!
As for panting…its cool enough I don’t even have to open my mouth to cool down ONCE!
That’s pretty okay by me!
Mom and I still go for our nightly walks…sometimes Mindy cat goes with us. When she does Mom doesn’t like to go far…there are coyotes out there you know—and Mindy is a cat.
Cats are sorta stupid…they get to chasing mice and forget to look up once in a while…when that happens they can get themselves lost!
Way out on the farm somewhere.
AND cats are dumb! Even when Mom calls and calls for Mindy to come back, she doesn’t. She just looks at Mom and does what-ever-in-the-world-of-kitties-she wants to do.
So…if Mindy comes we only go to the end of the equipment area, but if it’s Mom and I we go LOTS further.
I mind, you see. Actually I come back lots better since I’ve been sick. Being sick is still rather fresh in my mind—-and in Mom’s mind. So she really doesn’t let me go far by myself.
That’s okay by me…I listen to Mom and always come back.
Mom and I (and sometimes Mindy) like to walk in the moonlight the best. There is usually moonlight, but the BIG FULL MOON is the best moonlight to walk in.
When there isn’t a big full moon, but only lots and lots of stars Mom is very careful to not go very far indeed. It seems that it is on those nights the coyotes prowl; slinking silently about in the dark. They move around at night ALL the time, but on the nights of the dark moon it is hard for Mom and I too see them…which makes both of us jumpy.
Many times out on our walks we hear the coyotes screaming their crazy laughter after they catch something for their lunch.
Mom says their howls send shivers down her spine…I tell Mom they send shivers all over my body. When I hear them I try to walk ON Mom. I get as close to her as I can and try to get all tangled up in her legs hiding myself.
I always get a scolding when I do so: “BOOMER! STOP! You are going to make me fall!”
I stop, but I really don’t want too.
Mom and I always hurry home when we even have an inkling there are coyotes out and about on the farm.
Now…where was I? Oh yes…it was pretty much the same day as we always have…not much going on. Then the day started to end. It was at that point Dad and Mom came out…walked over to the ‘fancy car barn’,
Mom gave me a kiss on the nose, told me to guard the place, got into the fancy car with Dad….and LEFT!
They were gone!
I stood there watching them leave.
Hummm. Now what?
I sniffed around checking stuff out…sat down for a spell and watch Sam cat sleeping…got up and shook myself.
This is BORING!!!! I thought.
Picking my paws up, wagging my tail I decided to head out; I wonder what Nothing is doing out on the farm!