The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Five

Now, if you remember, last week Min-Min woke me up from a very light doze…Beaglie’s don’t ever sleep heavy.  Nope, no sire, no way…we are always ready at the flash of light, the sound of tires or…whew! Boy am I ever tired.

Anyway, Min-Min woke me up with alarm in her voice, which had me awake in an instant.  Then I heard Romeo whinnying!  Min-Min told me that Sam took off for the bridge growling so we took off in the same direction.  It was about the time we started off I realized we were hearing crackling sounds.

“STOP, MINDY!”  Not toward the bridge but toward the machine shed.  “I not only hear crackling sounds I can see sparks flying.”  I took off at a huge run…this spring has been goofy crazy with fires.  If there was a fire at the machine shed the whole farm was in deep trouble.

I made it to the machine shed, just as Mindy jumped on to the trailer stored next to the shed.  I looked back to see if Sammy was coming, but I guess not. He stopped about the trash can area; watched us run by and headed on toward the bridge.  Romeo was still on the other side of the canal staring at us…”Find out what’s happening,” he whinnied. “Then come let me know.”

“OKAY!” I bayed back.

I turned around and screeched to a stop…the monster was back!!  A space alien had landed in our yard and was shooting sparks everywhere!  The space alien’s big black head with ONE EYE was bent over something so deadly sparks were flinging off his long skinny arms and HUGE WEIRD LEATHER LIKE HANDS!!!  Not only that…the Space Alien must have tackled Dad and gobbled him up for the Space Alien was wearing Dad’s shirt, Levis, and boots!

I started barking BIG TIME!! HUGE BIG LOUD LUNG FILLING BUILDING RICOCHETING BARKS!

Min-Min added in huge yowls and squeals!

Suddenly Mom was there.

“What is going on?”  She asked putting a hand on my head and reaching out to grab Mindy, who scrabble away as fast as possible.

About that time the Space Alien stopped making sparks, raised that big, huge, leather like hand to his head and TOOK HIS FACE OFF!!!

I crawled behind Mom…that thing ate Dad and now it’s going to try to get ME!

Then…there was DAD!  Just looking at all of us—Mom (who was laughing, why I don’t know), Min-min who had crawled to the top of the corral and was hiding up there and me…shivering and shaking behind Mom legs.

“The welder must have scared them” mom explained to Dad.

Dad just looked at us again and lowered his helmet and went right back to work.

Shish.  I tucked my tail under my body and slunk back to the house.

“Wait, Boomer!” Mom called.  “Come sit with me—everything is going to be okay. It’s just Dad fixing something on something so he can keep farming.”

Mom was sitting on the trailer.  I walked back over and just looked at her—Mom reached down and picked me up and sat me down beside her on her side away from Dad and the spark making thing called a Welder.

Gradually, the warm sunshine and mom petting me calmed me down enough I went to sleep.

I slept for a long-time.  A really nice long-time.  Then I felt Mom getting up.  I heard her voice…”Come on, Boom, let’s go.”  Dad heading out to make ditches and we need to go over and get the railroad ties for the new flower beds I’m creating.”

I jumped up as fast as my short Beagle legs can jump and almost fell off the trailer.

“Goodness, Boomie!” Mom caught me.  “You sure have been having a rough time lately.”

‘Not really Mom…it’s all the monsters who have been invading the farm, they are exhausting me.’ I licked Mom’s hand as she lowered me to the ground.

Then she picked me up, put me on the four-wheeler, and we headed over to the bone yard, which is really the junk pile of all types of lumber.

Dad went by with the ditcher….Mom and I came back got the pickup, went back over and loaded the pickup,

then Dad went by with the blade to make the waste ditches.

Back home, Mom unloaded me, the railroad ties and went to work.  Watching Mom work made me realize I needed to go tell Romeo what was happening.  Off I went, only to find out Romeo was way, way, way up the pasture.

Coming back in the yard I realized I had nothing to do, no jobs, nothing to protect so it was time to….

TAKE A NAP!

 

 

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Three

Early the next morning Houston arrived!  I always like it when Houston is here.  Houston and I are the bestest of best friends.  She used to live here, but she doesn’t anymore.  Now she lives in Alamosa, Colorado, and comes to visit us at least twice a month.

The second Houston gets a chance she heads over to my part of the farm to see me and Mom.  Mom always has a treat ready for her.  Then Houston heads back to her part of the farm.  Sometimes I go with her and sometimes I don’t.

Anywho…Houston arrived– mom gave us treats — we decided to head back to the other side of the farm to see Etta and Rocky. It was on the way back to the other side of the farm we ran into Rusty!

Rusty is ONE of the foxes who make their den on the farm. Rusty was high tailing it as fast as he could away from Etta and Rocky’s yard.

“WHOA!  STOP!”  I bayed.  “What were you doing down at Etta’s and Rocky’s yard!”  I hollered.

“NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL!”  Rusty yelled back at us, as he kept running.

Houston took off…dashing madly after Rusty!

“What were you doing at the farm?”  Houston growled at Rusty as she pounced on Rusty’s tail causing him to slam to a stop!

“Ah, er, um….nothing.”  Rusty yipped his sharp cunning eyes darting this way and that.

“Nothing?!” I pondered…”Like as in nothing—just making sure the chickens were in their proper place in the yard!”  I took a step closer to Rusty.

“Well,” a rush of water suddenly flowed out of Rusty’s mouth, SLURP, his big red tongue came out and slicked up all the slobbers, as a cunning smile played on his face.  “I was just wondering, slurp, drool, if maybe…just maybe a poor young chicken has wandered away from the chicken yard…you know, sorta SLURP, lost its way and I could—well—you see—help it find its way, so to speak.”

Houston let go of Rusty’s tail; growled, a low menacing sound low in her throat.

I took two steps closer and slunk down in the crouch Fuzzy showed me when going after wayward cows.  (If it works for cows, I reasoned, it should work for a fox!)

Rusty whipped around to face us. “Hey, now…slow down…I was, er, slurp…HUNGRY!  OKAY! I am HUNGRY! It’s been forever since I ate…”

Houston took two steps closer.

“I mean…look…six pheasant eggs, a Mallard duck, and twenty mice just don’t fill up a fox.  We need LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of protein.”  Rusty was slowly, ever so slowly backing up…two steps back, stop, two more steps back.

Gradually Houston and I got Rusty the Fox, to the old Apricot tree when he broke and ran.

“Whew! That was hard work!” exclaimed Houston… “For a second or two there I almost felt sorry for that fox, but the look in his eye told me he was a con-fox if there ever was one!”

Houston and I turned as one and trotted back to the farm house where Rocky and Etta live, chuckling at this great adventure we just had.  Catching a fox is a big deal…threating him to run away even bigger!

The UnMystery Mystery! Another Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter One

Well, here we are again.  Mom and Dad and I are way over by the equipment area checking out something or other.  I don’t know what they are checking out, but I’m checking out all the leftovers from the cows and calves.

I was snuffing here and there and everywhere, when walking up on the ditch bank; I …..Smelled SMOKE!

I hoped over the ditch bank and ran a short distance into the stubble of last year’s field and gave a big sniff.  First I sniffed in the west that is where fires usually come in the spring.  The neighbor down the way has a BIG habit of burning off his fields.  Sometimes he leaves his fires and goes away…one year he did that and his fire ran up his pasture then onto the hills of our farm then onto the farmed part of our farm! It was a bad deal.

Nope.  Nothing coming from that direction.  Then I sniffed in the North…one time we had another neighbor burn off his land and leave and well…you know the rest of that Story….Nope.  Everything okay from that part of the farm.

Then I turned east!

WOOF!  BAAY!!! HOLLER!!! MOM! DAD!  FIRE!!! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!

I screamed as loud as I could.  Right about that moment Mom and Dad saw the smoke and flames also.

“What’s happening?!?”  Mom asked Dad.

Dad just shook his head and muttered something.

“Terry, it looks like the whole cornfield right next to the house is on fire” Mom exclaimed.

“It is.” Dad replied. “I just don’t get this need to burn off fields, supposedly the burn puts a little nitrogen back into the land, but I’ll bet it’s mighty little.”

With that Mom and Dad got back to work.  As for me…since they weren’t concerned I just went back to searching out goodies.

“Boomer!”  Mom called.  “Let’s go.”  I hurried back to Mom where she picked me up and plunked me down on the back of the four-wheeler.

“Whew, Boom! At your age you can’t eat like you have been doing.  I think you’ve put on four pounds!  I’ll be glad when the cows and calves leave and Dad gets everything worked back in the soil.  You are now officially on a diet!”

“Shish, Mom!  I’ve been on a diet for two weeks already.  You’ve got me so hungry I HAVE to go find food wherever I can find it.”  I looked up at her and gave her my sweetest, kindest grin and several little tiny thumps of my tail.

“Oh, you cute, dog!”  Mom petted me; gave me a big kiss on the nose.  “We go through this every year…the cows come, you gain weight, I put you on a diet, the cows leave and you get back to normal weight again.  What a routine we have, you and I.”   With that she was on the four-wheeler and we were heading home.

Right after lunch Mom came in from outside….I was resting on my dog bed and Dad was looking through the mail—-Mom was cleaning up after lunch and had taken some trash to the trash barrel….  “Mr. Davis and his girls are here, Terry, and they are getting ready to sort the cows and take away the ones who have not had their calves yet.”

Dad got up and headed out the door.  I made a huge dash right out behind Dad because the COW DOGS WERE HERE!!!

The cow dogs and I always, I MEAN ALWAYS, have a great time barking at each other.

While Dad talked to Mr. Davis, and after I got yelled at to stop barking—“THAT”S ENOUGH, BOOMER” by Dad.  I made the rounds of the pick-up and the stock trailer lifting my leg and giving everything an excellent squirt or two.  Hee hee.

By the time I was done, Mom was outside.  Mr. Davis, his two daughters and ALL THE COW DOGS got out of the pickup, walked to the back and unloaded all three horses waiting patiently in the trailer.  I thought about barking again, but Mom was there and she just patted her leg and told me to come sit by her.

So I did.

Those cow dogs didn’t even give me a wink of their time….as soon as everyone was up in the saddle they were gone.

Phooey!

Then Mr. Davis’ wife turned the pickup and trailer around and she was gone.  Mrs. Davis will wait at the ‘leave the field for the road’ gate and follow everyone home.

A short while later Mr. Davis and his daughters had the all the cows down by the ‘leave the field for the road’ gate and were shooing the momma cows and calves into a little group. This group of cows will leave the farm the next day or so.  You see the cows with the calves go to a different pasture than the ones going to a maternity pasture.  Also each little calf needs to be strong enough to walk the distance to their new home.  So today…just the soon-to-be- momma’s left our farm.

Mom and I watched them go.

I didn’t bark once.  Although, I did watch those cow dogs carefully.

I mean, you never know if one of them might come back to my side of the field and bark at me.

Boomer