Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Twelve, Friday, September 11, 2020

Chapter Twelve

What Mom doesn’t know.

She really doesn’t know how Beaglie is doing.

Sometimes he seems better, ever so much better.

Then sometimes not.

Last night Mom sat up with Boomie from mid-night to two in the morning.  Then she came back to bed and petted and petted and petted me.

I purred lots for Mom.

Sometimes Mom needs comforting also.

Then in the morning Boomer seemed like his old self.

But getting up he hurt his leg.

Sigh!

So now Boomer is on ¼ dose of Prednisone to help the pain and inflammation in his body.

It’s cold here!

The Canadian Geese are back…Early.

Mom, Boomer, Dad, and I all think we are heading toward a very hard wet winter.

Although, by Saturday we are going to be in the high 80’s again.  But the lows are what count this time of year….in the low 40’s, they say.

I still like to go out and hunt and protect the farmyard from other cats and mice—mice are yummy, pretty damaging. I see it as my ‘job’ to take care of mice.  No one takes care of mice like I do!

Anyway, maybe Boomer will feel like going back on the farm with Mom and Dad.

I guess only time will tell.

So, while Mom sets and pets on Boomer, I sit with Mom and comfort her.

What Mom Doesn’t Know?

Mom says—‘when in comes to Boomer-she just doesn’t know.’

Mindy

P.S.  All the photos of Boomer were taken last week before he got really sick and the weather turned bad.

 

 

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Eleven, Friday, September 4, 2020

Chapter Eleven

We’ve had a hard week, Mom and I.


Very hard.

I got sick again.

Very sick.

Horribly sick.

Deathly sick.

Mom took me to the vet…the prognosis wasn’t good.

Mom cried and cried and cried.

Then, after giving me all the meds…I seem to be doing better.

It’s my nose again.

Maybe my chest.

Maybe my stomach.

Who knows?

The x-rays didn’t really say.

Mom just couldn’t afford all the blood work and the ultra-sounds and all the other tests.

So, she and I talked about it.

We decided to go with the x-rays and the medication.

The prednisone pumped me up so much I couldn’t sleep.  Spent the whole night panting, and moving up and down, going in and out.

So, no more SPEED for me.

Just the antibiotic for my nose.

Mom and I talked about that also.

 

It all started back up with all the smoke in the area.

Yesterday Mom said:  “Come on, Boomie. You and I need a change of pace.  This panting and huffing and puffing is not good.”

Up I went with her to check the water.

We went at noon and again in the evening.

Honestly, I think I am better today.

I sure hope so.

Mom and I have our fingers and paws crossed.

I trust Mom.

Mom kisses me lots on the nose and tells me to work hard and get well, Boomie.  “We have lots of stuff still to do together.”


I sure love Mom.

(Mom doesn’t really know how things are going to go. Please pray for the best.  The best for Boomie. I will do my best to accept whatever is meant to be.   Thank you, my friends!)

From my heart to your world,

Linda

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Ten, Friday, August 28, 2020

 

Chapter Ten

Mom got a phone at noon. It was my brother,

Evan.

The news was not good, Mom’s grand-dog, and my bestest buddy, Zookie Brown passed away.

Zookie and I were great friends.

When Zookie and Bella got to stay with us, Zookie always slept with me.  Bella would sleep with Mom on the bed, but Zookie slept with ME!

Zookie was 20 years old.

Mom said she was very glad that Bella and Zookie got to stay with us while their Mom and Dad moved to Montana.

It was the last time we all got to be together, Bella, Mom, Dad, Zookie, and I.

When Mom and I were coming back from being ‘out-on-the-farm’ we saw a Sun Dog.

Somethings are hard.  Saying good-bye is one of those hard things.

But I think…this is just what I think, but I think,  that was really Zookie saying everything is fine, here over the rainbow bridge.

Good-bye, Little Buddy.  Good-bye.

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Nine, Friday, August 21, 2020

Chapter Nine

Dad had ‘stuff’ to do in town.

So, Mom, Mindy,

and I hung out in the yard

with the hens.  Mom worked.

Mindy and I had ‘stuff’ to do.

Then Mom called me and asked if I wanted to go with her, to take some photos at the Upper End, or maybe the Back Forty, or who knows even over on the Rocky Point.

Or, shudder, Coyote Hill.

Sure, I bayed.

Off we went.

Mom saw Quails and Stewart.  Stanley wasn’t anywhere to be found.

I looked for him.  But nothing.

There were lots of birds

Even a hawk hunting, or was that a Buzzard?

Neither Mom nor I knew.

We drove around lots.  Mom would get off,

then I would get off, then Mom would take photos,

and I would sniff out the news.

Back home again we went.

It was fun.

Just Mom and I.

We were pulling in when we heard Dad coming home

Zoom, zoom,

Home came Dad. We were all home at the same time!

Once more…Mindy didn’t go.  Mindy doesn’t know what she misses.  

But Mindy says…That’s Okay.

She says I don’t know what I miss when I am gone!

So, instead of what Mom doesn’t know…

once more it is what Mindy doesn’t know.

“Who cares?” Mindy said as she scampered away.

 

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, August 7, 2020

Chapter Seven

This time MOM KNOWS!!!

The little bird…the one trapped in Dad’s pick-up grill, the one Mom saved and kept calm and gave it food and water and helped it hide…

THAT ONE!

Flew away this morning, while Mom was freshening up the water and cleaning the food tray!

YAY!  Mom and I LAUGHED OUT LOUD!  Then Mom told the little bird good-bye; “Come see us again.  We are so glad you got well.”

This time MOM KNOWS!

And Mindy Kit-Kat Brown

Doesn’t!

Which is a very good thing…cats and fluttering birds NEVER mix!

Hee Hee, snort, chuckle

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Seven, Friday, July 31, 2020

Chapter Seven

I watched Mom got into the car.  Not just any car, THE CAR…and off they sped.  Mom and Dad.

I took myself,

this and

that way,

here and

there,

up and

down,

and around corners

and over to the Butler Bins.

Then around that corner where I ran into

FREDDY FOX!

Freddy and conversed for a spell, then he took off.  I still hung around checking out this and that,

OH! HIDE!!!

I slid into the cornfield on the other side of the ditch.

Mom and I think that coyote caused some damage to the young buck hanging around.

Hide, shiver, shake.

Whew! Gone!

Back over the ditch, I went, again…

QUAIL!  Whew!  That thing scattered fast.  I guess it thought I was DANGER!


Home again I went.

Maybe Mom and Dad are back!

Back into the yard…a tad tired.

Sat down in the shade when through the garden ran

STANLEY!

I was just getting ready to have a talk with Stanly when a loud rumble came roaring down the long, long, lane…

 

BAY! BARK! HOWL!!!


Sniff around the tires while the man got out and walked to the back door then walked back and got in.  In-between all his walking I got in three 3! Pees next to his tires.  THREE!  I can’t get my leg up in the air anymore, but I sure can leave a puddle or three!

Then the guy back up and was gone.

Well, nothing more to do…I checked here and then I walked over to there.

I was starting to get tired and bored!

WAIT!

I heard something!

I ran as fast as I could to the bridge.

YES! There were Mom and Dad!

WOOF! WOOF! BAYYYYYYYYY!

Good, they are back.

I watched them park the car up and get out.

Inside we went for a long nap.

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Then later on in the afternoon, Mom said, “Come on, Boomer. Let’s go for a ride.”

So WE did!

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Six, Friday, July 24, 2020

Chapter Six

While Mom and Dad were out in the second hayfield

trying to beat the

rainstorm heading our way—

I decided

to let myself out of the house

 

When out of nowhere

LOKI showed up!

“Hey, Boomer! Let’s go do something!”

Oh, my goodness, I thought to myself, Loki-Ta-Moki—Mindy Cat better hide

“HIDE MINDY!” I bayed

As soon as I bayed Loki decided to go FIND Mindy….

Ears up, tail wagging…

paws in FAST MOTION…Loki took off right to Mindy’s favorite spot to hang out.

Whew…No Mindy.

“Hey, Lok!  Slow down.  Let’s check for news and see what has been happening around here.”

I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing—

“Squirrel, Loki, Mom’s squirrel she has been feeding, came through.”

‘O!  Lok—SKUNK!!! We’ve got to be careful.  Either one of us gets sprayed it’s sleeping in the shed tonight.”

Loki just bounced around, running here there and everywhere.

“Just give me the good stuff, Boomer, something that runs fast and will get away from me.  Ya know.  I don’t want to catch anything…I just want to CHASE! Like RUN FAST!

Humm, I muttered –“Oh, Loki!–-FOX!”

“FOX!?”  Loki stopped his prancing and dancing around. “WHERE? WHERE!”  Tell me, Boomer…POINT THE WAY!”

“Huh, I think he headed to the Upper End, Loki.”

“UPPER END! SEE YA, BOOMER!” 

Loki yelled as he sped around the junk pile

Geez, I wonder if I got that dog lost.  Man, will the little kids be upset!

 

Sigh.

Oh, well…time for a nap.

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Later that day…

just around evening I heard lots of chatter and the patter of feet.

Out the door, I went.

There was Kya, Black Dog, and LOKI!

Loki said he had a blast at the Upper End.  He didn’t see the fox or anything really…he just ran and ran and ran.

I led the way to the Back Door,

Where we all milled around until  Mom came out with treats for ALL OF US!!

YAY!

Then Mom and I walked with my sister, all the dogs, and my little human niece, Tally, half-way back to the other side of the farm, where they were staying for the summer.

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Five, Friday, July 10, 2020

Chapter Five

“MEOW!”

“MEOW!”

“MEOW!”

“MEOW, MOM/DAD I WANT IN!”

I’m done with all this waiting.

With that, Mindy stomped off the cement step, down the cement sidewalk, across the red bricks, back onto the cement sidewalk.

WAIT!!!

WAIT!

I think I need to take a little break here and …………….ummmmmmmmmmm enjoy myself for a spell.

Meanwhile—

“Henny lets go see what sitting on the cement step is all about.”

“Sounds good, wait just a minute, Penny, let me catch up with you. We will stand and peck at the door together.”

Peck, peck, peck

Peck, peck, peck

“This is dumb, Penny. I have better things to do.”

“HAHAHAHAHA” I bayed at those silly hens.

“There is no one home.”  Chuckling to myself I took off to do a little checking around.

I looked over here and sniffed out the news.  Nothing.

Then I went down the road a spell,

Humm, Raccoons.  In the night. Late.

Then I walked back to the lawn…nothing passed through here late last night, or early this morning, or after lunch.

“Hey, Mindy! Do you want to do something like anything…

I mean SOMETHING?  This is BORING without Mom and Dad.”

BAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

HOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

“COME ON MINDY!  MOM AND DAD ARE HOME!”

 

 

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know, Chapter Three, Friday, June 26, 2020

Chapter Three

Off we went, Mom, Dad, and I clear to the Upper End, then over to the Rocky Point.

After all that riding I was more than ready to get down when they finally stopped at the Middle Field to change and set the water in the growing alfalfa.

I HAD to get DOWN!

Riding so much hurts my bum leg, you see.

Down I went.

I sorta kinda hung out with Mom and Dad watching and waiting for a time when I could slip away and get some of the news out on the farm.

Good. They are busy packing siphon tubes, setting water…I’m off!

Oh!  Look…a bunny.  Darn. It hopped away too fast.

Oh, well… Quail!

Cool!

OOPS! I think I scared it.

Moving on now… PHEASANT!

I jumped back fast,

that bird was ON a MISSION!

When I jumped back the pheasant screamed and hollered I scared him so bad.

Then he took off in a run, flapping wings and he was gone.

About that time I heard:  “BOOMER! WHERE ARE YOU? TIME TO GO!”

I turned my old ancient self around and heading back to Mom and Dad who were waiting for me.

Then Mom picked me up, put me back down on my very soft fluffy rug…Mom had put a 1” thick piece of foam under my rug and over the ply-wood so my hip wouldn’t hurt like it used to.

I squirmed down, snuggled up to Mom; we were off!

Over to the old Apricot tree (lots of apricots way up high), checked out the ditches in the horse pasture, Mom and Dad petted T’Ata and Glory,

then home again…

Nice. (I have to walk with my tail down when I hurry too fast)

 

Sherlock Boomer—-What Mom Doesn’t Know (Friday, July 12, 2020)

Chapter One

I am feeling, better, better, better!  Boy is that sensitive nose of mine a mess.  I have to be very careful and NOT go out in the wind.

Or the weeds. Or the grass.

The second I go out in the wind my nose becomes infected. Then I’m sick and I have to take medicine which makes me very, very sleepy.

BUT…

TODAY! I feel GOOD! I feel good enough I am GOING TO DO SOMETHING NO MATTER WHAT MOM SAYS!!!

Now what started all this, you ask.  Well,

I was out checking all the news right after my very yummy break-the-long-night-fast of a boiled skinless, boneless chicken thigh.

(Mom is afraid I have developed an allergy to food so she is monitoring EVERYTHING!  Although, I do find the REAL boiled chicken thigh very yummy.  I can slurp that right down in two gulps.)

So, anyhoo here I am checking out the farmyard…lots of interesting things out here to sniff— when one has a sniffer.

I haven’t had a sniffer since forever!

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Hummm

What do we have here…?!

Sniff, sniff, snuff

Raccoon.  Yes.  We have lots of raccoons, I think we are a major highway for raccoons.

Raccoons will kill and eat chickens, you know.  That’s why Mom always and forever locks up the two hens each and every night.  Locks them up tighter than a drum.  Gota keep ‘um safe, ya know.

Yes, raccoon…and WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

WAIT!

WHAT IS THIS!

Not a raccoon.

I don’t think I know this smell.

Sniff, sniff…oooooooooooo, yes, I do.  DANGER in the form of QUILLS!

NOT GOOD!

I better let Mom know.

But, wait!   I think I had better go check out around the Butler Bins and the farm equipment and the….

I took off trotting out of the farmyard when I heard:

“BOOMER!  WHERE ARE YOU?!  BOOMER! YOU COME BACK HERE!”

“BOOMER!”

Sigh!

I turned around…shoot.

MOM!  THERE YOU ARE! I LOVE YOU, MOM!

I hobbled up to Mom with my tail going in a circle.

“Boomie, you can’t go off on a walk-about anymore.  Your back leg doesn’t work, your knee hasn’t really healed from whatever you did to it this winter, you can’t see well, and your hearing is off.  I’m sorry Beaglie, your exploring days are over.  You have to stay in the yard and close to mom now.”

Mom reached down and gave my ears lots of rubs, pets, strokes, and a big kiss on my nose.

Sigh.

Okay, whatever you say Mom, I thought as I followed her back into the yard, then into the house.

Settling down, I made myself comfortable…I’ll sleep for a spell. BUT I think I still might do a walk-about sometime.

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