The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — BOOMER!!!

Posted on January 17, 2014 by Dayphoto

Hey, Fuzz…don’t ya just love this moonlight? Makes me want to sit up and HOWL!!

Don’t do it Boom, we are in the house.

I know but it’s filling our bed spots with so much light I can hardly sleep. Makes me want to let loose and join it with the coyotes!!

Aaaaaa, Boom! We are right next to Mom do you want….

UM no…I won’t. But it sure makes me happy!

I know Boom, it does. Now go to sleep.

Okay, Fuzzy, I’ll try!

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HEY FUZZY! WAKE UP!! IT IS MORNING!!!!

Hmmmmmmmmmm, ufff, snort! Oh, yeah it is!

Morning, Boomer!

Morning Fuzzy! Mom has breakfast ready; come on the day is wasting!

Sigh

Stretch

Sigh

Okay, Boom.

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Hey, Tommy! What ya doing?

Looking for small springs of green stuff to eat. How ‘bout you?

Oh, just hang’n around smelling everything that moved through the yard and the corrals last night.

You and Mom and Fuzzy went by the poultry house. Mom stopped and checked on all of us.

Yep, Fuzzy was with Mom, but I had already moved over to the cattle trailer and the car hauler.

Oh…that’s why I didn’t see you.

Right!

Oh! Hi, Sam! What’cha doing?

Hi, Tom, just checking out what you and the birds are up too. Where is Fuzzy?

Over by the trash cans…he said he wanted to see if any mice were up and about.

Where’s Mom?

She’s cleaning around the corrals while Dad goes down to Hank’s and his kids’ house to work on their yard light.

Oh!

Hey, Tom!

YES……………drummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, fluff.

Want to walk out to the grain bins and check out the weeds there? Just might be something, even if it’s just cheat grass.

TOMMMY LOOOOOOOOOOOK OUT!!!

WHEW! Dad just drove into the yard. You can’t walk sideways Tommy on the road; you are too slow when you walk that way.

Well, I just wanted Dad to see how pretty I am. I really like Dad the best, you know. I try to follow him everywhere and help him in all the sheds…I knew he was coming down the road…pout, pout.

“Tommy! You scared me! You can’t walk sideways on the road. You are just too slow.” said Dad as he came over to give Tommy a pat or two.

Well, I guess everything is alright. I’m alright, Fuzzy is alright, you are all right Sam, the hens are okay.

WHERE IS BOOMER?!!

BOOMER ARE YOU OKAY?

Yeah, I’m just leaving a mark for Hank.

WHIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

“BOOMER!!!!!!! YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW”!!!! yelled Dad.

Slink off…mutter, mutter…geez I just wanted Hank to know this was my pick-up.

Boomer

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Posted on October 24, 2013 by Dayphoto

PAPER WORK IS DONE!!!

I sat at the computer most of the day…I had to tell myself that I needed to treat this project just as if I were at work.

By the end of the day, around 3:30, I was done!

YIPPEE!

It felt good to be done and to stand up and move around and NOT THINK of paper work!

I had nice help. They wouldn’t have been allowed to help me when I worked out 🙂

Their patience and purring made the job go much faster 🙂

Today I’m tackling the house. There is so much I need to get done in the next few days so I’m don’t have it hanging over my head once we start the corn.

Off now to see if I can make the dust fly and the floors and windows shine.

Your friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — ‘tis Done – if not it Should Be

Posted on September 13, 2013 by Dayphoto

Boomer and I are so DONE with all this rain! DONE, let me tell you!

The world is wet, wet, wet! Although, not as wet around Estes Park and Boulder, but still very muddy here.

My feet are mud colored now, not white. Mom keeps them wiped off, but it’s useless the second I go back outside — and I LOVE outside!

BAM!

I have mud feet again!

Sigh!

The everyday, three times or more a day, changing of the water is done.

Over!

Stopped!

Finished!

Mom still takes us for a daily ride about…just to see what we can see.

Sam Cat says he’s done with the wet also…the mice are staying inside so everything is a tad boring for even him.

Cats’ sure sleep a lot don’t they? (Boomer and I don’t sleep, we just ‘rest our eyes’, cats snore. Snort, chuckle, laugh!

Anyway, just to let you know Boomer and I are ready for some sunshine…Beautiful Sunshine.

The rain keeps everything so wet the smells are all gone!

Until then I’m hanging out in the dry spot of the whole outside…just because, you see, I love the outdoors.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday —Day Care

Posted on March 29, 2013 by Dayphoto

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 Said

Posted on March 15, 2013 by Dayphoto

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 —Snacks

Posted on March 1, 2013 by Dayphoto

…………….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