The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 10

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter 10

What a cold wet night!

It rained.

It thundered.

The lightening flashed and zinged and sizzled, blinding Momma Fox, Kit and myself.

Momma Fox and Kit didn’t act like anything bothered them.  They curled up in an old abandoned coyote hole, wrapped their big bushy tails around their eyes and

WENT TO SLEEP!’!”!

The old coyote den was big enough for me, the two fox and whatever else might be in there with us.

I sat by the hole in the den, belly to the ground, head up, eyes open and ears HELD WAY UP trying to catch any sort of sound that just might, maybe, hopefully could be Mom calling me.

Even Dad calling…Dad or Mom calling would be a good thing.

If I heard either one, or both of them, I would pick up my little beaglie legs and high-tail it to them as fast as I could.

Yes I would!

No fool’n around…just jump right up, bark a good-bye to Kit and Momma Fox and head toward Mom, Dad or Mom and Dad’s voices!

BAM!

ZING!

CRASH!
If I had a long busy tail I would cover my eyes also!

Ah..No I wouldn’t…I didn’t want to miss Mom heading down the hill covered with ant piles heading toward the Forest…Mom wouldn’t be able to find me if I didn’t keep an eye out for her!

The wind roared causing the trees in the forest to bend and sway, creak and groan…

CRACK!

Low growling rumble and then another

FLASH!!!

I looked out of the den hole and saw sheets of rain pouring down, walls of rain…even large bouncing balls of ice splattered onto the soil in front of the coyote hole.

The wind screamed, the rain poured, the nasty ice balls stopped and more rain pelted down in their place.

The night wore on, the storm raged and raged and raged.

There I lay a tiny soul lost in the Forest, in a coyote den with TWO fox.  Who would ever believe THAT!?!?!?

A tiny tear rolled down my left cheek and dropped onto the dirt floor…I MISS MOM!!!

 

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The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 9

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Nine

Meanwhile………….

Back at the farm house

Mom and Dad came home!

Mindy and Sam-Sam were there to meet Mom and Dad, but…

Hum…not me, the world-famous Sherlock Boomer Beaglie.

Mindy told me that Mom called and called and called.

No Boomer

Then Mom and Dad came out and got on their four-wheelers and left!

After a long, long time they came back.

Then Dad went out by himself.

By now it was getting dark.

Mom walked around and called my name lots.

Mom and Mindy walked out to the corn field and called my name.

Then it started to rain.

Mindy said Mom picked her up and went into the house.

Mindy heard Mom tell Dad she hoped Boomer was okay; it’s raining and she heard the coyotes up at the Upper End.

Off and on Mom would got out throughout the night and call my name.  Mindy didn’t go with her.  Mindy said she knew I would be home sometime, maybe just not right now.

Sammy and Mindy climbed onto Dad’s lap and took a nap.  Mom was too nervous to have a cat sleeping on her.

As for Kit and I…well, it rained, you see, and the creek rose up.

By the time the creek rose up, Momma Fox was over with us scouting around for mice and such to eat.

As for me…I guess I sorta, kinda, well…lost track of time.

 

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 8

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

Chapter Eight

Momma Fox liked naps.  But how in the world could Kit and I like a nap when there was so much to do and so little time to do ‘stuff’ in!  In this case we have to get lots of NOTHING done before Mom and Dad get back!

“RACE YOU!” I shouted as we made it to the very tall grass at the Upper End!

“Okay, you’re on!” Kit replied as he left me in the dust.

Cough, hack, sneeze, and cough!  I stood there rubbing the dirt out my eye with one paw then the other.  Finally I lay down and rubbed both eyes with one paw.

THERE I can see again!  Up I jumped following that youngster as fast as my beaglie legs can carry me!

Up we went, down we went; suddenly then we were there!

Kit got there first sniffing all around the base of the trees looking for mice holes, I sniffed around looking for news!

I don’t eat mice.

I don’t eat rabbits.

I don’t eat birds.

I don’t eat chickens…Kit and his Mom eat chickens.  They REALLY like chickens…for lunch…dinner…supper…breakfast…SNACKS!  Anytime, really.  Besides chickens are easy to get—all they have to do is go down to my sister’s house hang out in the pasture with Romeo the horse, or in the corn field next to the yard and wait.

If they wait long enough one of those crazy silly birds will come scratching along looking for bugs, or a nice place to take a dust bath and BAM!  The fox have FOOD!

That’s why Rocky Chaco Man and Black Dog hang out in the yard wherever the chickens are.  Rocky and Black Dog take a very dim view of fox capturing and eating chickens.

A VERY dim view!

Out of twenty chickens the fox have snacked on 6 over the course of 6 months.  One a month.  That’s all they feel it’s worth almost getting caught by Rocky Chaco Man the Rottweiler!

Rocky says one a month is TOO much!

See the fox wait until Rocky and Black Dog get to go for a ride with their Mom.  Going with their Mom is a HUGE wonderful treat.  When the two dogs are gone, then one of the fox, either Mom Fox or Kit slip into the yard and SQUWAK it’s chicken for dinner, or lunch, or supper, or breakfast, or just a nice SNACK!

I try to reason with them about NOT taking the chickens…the chickens are pretty much my friends, as much as the fox are, but they don’t listen to me.

Sigh!

Anyway…here we are in the forest at the Upper End.  Having a quick adventure, because we MUST get back before Momma Fox wakes up, and then I had better be way back home by the time Mom and Dad come back from their drive!

Oh!  And we HAVE to be over the little creek BEFORE it starts to rain!

That’s a must!  If we don’t get over the little creek before it starts to rain we won’t be able to do the other two AT ALL!

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter 7

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Seven

 

 

Momma Fox, Kit, and I sprinted down the cement ditch, into the Forty Acre Pasture, skirted around the hills at the Upper End, then loped up the side of the Rocky Point!

Up on Rocky Point we started milling around noses to the ground…sniffing here and there…

giving the Badger hole a wide berth…walking around a very LONG way around the Badger home…I’ve been chased by a very mean, MAD, badger once and Once was way and by far ENOUGH!

We sniffed our way into the Sagebrush and Rabbit Brush, all the while buzzard shadows kept sliding over us, the ground, and even over the vegetation.

Sniffing this way and that I suddenly heard Momma Fox exclaim: “DEAD Rabbits!  Two of them!  Hurry Kit…FOOD!”

I saw Kit make a mad dash into the Sagebrush, then I heard…bones crunching.

Works for me!

I didn’t head in—Momma Fox said two rabbits and there were two fox and one beagle.  The beagle always gets a bowl of canned dog food every day, plus dog treats AND a cool turkey sausage for breakfast.

This was their only meal so-far today.  I sat down by the four-wheeler trail Mom and Dad use to check fences and waited.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Momma Fox and Kit emerged from the Sagebrush patch, licking their lips and walking just a little bit spryer.

“Sure feels good to have food in your tummy!” Kit explained to me.

Momma Fox sat down and wrapped her tail around her body, looking up she saw the buzzards had drifted away.

“Guess we made it just in time.” Momma Fox gave a satisfied little smile.

“The buzzards are gone and our stomachs are full—maybe it’s time for a little nap.  You boys stay safe around here, it looks like it might rain.  If it does the little creek rises up pretty high; we will need to be heading back to the corn fields if it rains.”  Momma Fox curled up in a tiny little ball, tucked in safe under a huge Rabbit Brush, looked at both of us with one sleepy eye—and went to sleep!

“Shhh”, Kit admonished…”Momma is a light sleeper. Let’s tip-toe out of here and head over the little creek, past the pond and go play in the forest at the Upper End.

Creeping very carefully and extremely cautiously Kit and I took off…

back down the Rocky Point, over the little bridge by the pond, splashed our way through the little creek, up onto the hill with lots of anthills and down the other side to the FOREST of the Upper End!

 

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing—Chapter Four

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Four

 

Okay…this isn’t good!  Mom decided we were going for a walk in the canyon—Sigh!

And I didn’t have to wear a leash! YIPPEE!

But she did put a collar on me!  Hummm!

Collar but no leash!?!?

Then I found out!  A TRACKING COLLAR!!

“No rolling in anything nasty, Boom!  No running off to chase something I don’t know about!  No getting around anything SICK!  You can run free, but you have to run where I can SEE you!”

When that she plunked me down and we took off!

I trotted off ahead of Mom and Dad…then I decided to take a little detour into the sage brush just around the corner.

ACCCKKK!

What in the jiggers was THAT?!  I stopped dead, right where I was.  Then Mom was upon me…”I know you haven’t worn this in a long time, Boomie, but you surely remember what to do.  No running out of sight, if you see something stop and point, and stay right there until we get to you.”

I looked her right in the eye…YES!  I had forgotten.  Yes! I did know what to do.  I just haven’t had to wear this forever!  For four years…not since Fuzzy died.  Maybe because Mom stopped going to very interesting places like the forest, the canyon, or the desert.

“There are BEARS out here, Boomie.  If you see one- stop and let us know.  We will turn around and go right back to the pick-up”.  She gave me a kiss on my nose.

OKAY!  My memory is back sharp and clear.  Collar, without leash means walk carefully and warn Mom and Dad if there is danger near by!

Off we went again!

After a wonderful long time we headed back home.

It wasn’t long after we were home COMPANY CAME!!!  I heard the pick-up truck coming down the long lane way before Mom and Dad; heading out to the bridge I gave huge barks to let everyone know we had COMPANY! (And to let the company know that a really wonderful beagle was on guard! 🙂 )

The company stayed for a long time…rather boring…no kids, no grandkids, no dogs to bark at, or play with, nothing to do but pee on the tires…I can’t lift my leg high anymore, so I just left a puddle by each tire-not ON the tire.

Then they came out and left.

Zoom!

I was getting a little bored…I chewed on a stick, which had fallen on the lawn from the big old cottonwood tree in the yard, then I decided to see if I had any bones buried out by the new building…nope.

Must have got them all — or they were dug up when Dad and Mom were getting the cement poured.

 

I was just coming back from the granaries when Mom came out: “Boomer, time to go change water!  Come on!  Hurry! If you want to go with me — hurry!”

Want to go?  You bet I want to go!

Off we went.  Only Mom made me sit on the back of the four-wheeler until she was done.

My Mom has turned into a Helicopter that is for sure.  Yes I was a little sick a while back, and yes there is some sort of some other sickness out there, but geez, I think it’s time she lets me roam around while she changes water!”

Grumble, grump!

Back home Mom put me down and headed back into the house.

I sat there wondering what in the heck I going to do NOW.  This doing NOTHING is getting B.O.R.I.N.G!

SUDDENLY!  Out of the stillness of the day came….

THE MAILWOMAN!!!

Oh the joy! Barking the mailwoman into the yard, barking AT the mailwoman…barking the mailwoman BACK out of the yard!

SO MUCH FUN!

Then she was gone!

Phooey!

Now what!

MOM!

Mom is outside again!  Goody.

OH!

 

Even better!

Mom brought me a treat!

Now THAT is a nice way to pass time doing nothing!

 

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing–Chapter Three

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

 

Chapter Three

 

It wasn’t long before I got the feeling I had better hurry back to the yard.  I try really hard to stay tuned into Mom, even when she is not on the farm.

I had made it to the new cement ditch, had a good romp with foxy, got yelled at by Momma fox for stirring up all the hunting…stiffed out the news along the way UP to the cement ditch,

then got an inkling Mom and Dad were on their way home.

I kicked it into high gear and got into the yard in enough time to greet Mom and Dad, just like I hadn’t been anywhere doing anything.

(And I didn’t see any bears!)

Mom gave me a big hug when they got home, asked me what I’ve been doing…I told her Nothing….I have been in the pursuit of Nothing!!!

Made me laugh!

Made Mom laugh, “Somehow I don’t believe you, My Boomer, Beaglie Brown.  But that’s okay, you are supposed to take care of the farm while we are gone!”

Soon it was time to do the night-time water check, so Mom and Dad loaded me on the four-wheeler and off we went.

We didn’t see any bears.  Just water, and stars, and the normal activity one finds on the ditch bank….a couple of toads, one snake hiding under a warm syphon tube, and three mice.  All creatures I find very, I MEAN VERY, interesting to investigate while Mom and Dad are changing water.

Then it was back home, a bed time treat, lots of pets and rubs, then off to sleep.

Another good day of doing NOTHING!

 

The Adventures of Sherlock Boomer—The Mystery of Nothing Chapter One

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”—Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

Chapter One

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!

Zoom!

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.

BORING!

Picking my paws up, wagging my tail I decided to head out; I wonder what Nothing is doing out on the farm!