My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 7

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Seven

 

King and were walking along (together) just fine, when King suddenly decided to bound about from me!

I stopped in horror!

KING! I wanted to yell, but I didn’t dare.  We were in Coyote country!!!

I dropped down and started crawling…geez…how am I going to stay safe!

I gradually crept along, all the while looking for a safe place to hide until morning.

I slunk along moving between bush and shrub when suddenly

 

A HUGE HOWL rose right to the right of me just a few feet away.

OH!
MY!
HEAVENS!

I just about wet the ground.

Then another howl in a deeper voice!

Suddenly there were many howls!

I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A WHOLE PACK OF COYOTES!

“Pssst”

Huh!?

“Hey, Boomer!” a very loud whisper came again.

“Boom, look over here.”

I looked and saw KIT!!!

“Follow me,” Kit whispered.  “I’ll get you out of here.  Come on, slip over here and follow me.”

I stopped trembling and gave a huge sigh of relief.

“Thank Heavens, Kit!  Lead me out of here.”

With that Kit and I dashed between brush and shrub and rocks heading toward safety.

 

 

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My Birthday 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter 6

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Six

King and I walked for a long time looking here and there for Momma.

I put my nose the ground and King kept bouncing up and down all the while looking for Momma.

The day wore on and on searching high and low for Momma.

Gradually the sun started to set and we were no closer to finding Momma.

The day started closing down and the night started growing up from the earth.

I looked up from my ground search and realized…we had entered COYOTE COUNTRY!

KING!  STOP! We are in coyote country!! I bayed in alarm.

King bounced back and looked at me in puzzlement, “I know, but if Momma is trapped in there, we have to get her out.”

I just looked at King in horror.

We are in coyote country! I am terrified of coyotes!

What do I do!? I pondered to myself.

King just looked at me, “We will be together, Boomer.” He said.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s proceed.”

With that, we started moving further and further into the world of coyotes

 

 

My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure Chapter Four

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Four

 

I decided my first stop was going to be way over at the other equipment area…Stewart and Stanley Squirrel had vacated our farmyard and moved over to the old equipment area after one of our adventures a while back and never came home again.

So, if I want to see them, I have to go over there.

Sometimes I go over with Mom…Mom likes to feed the squirrels and chipmunks who live over there; she doesn’t do it often, but when she does I always go with her.

I picked up my paws and trotted swiftly along…only stopping once in a short while to pick up any news about the farm—you know little tidbits of knowledge.

As soon as I got over to the equipment I ran into Stewart and then Stanley.

They are very busy gathering ‘stuff’ to push down into their cellars in their little holes…so busy they really couldn’t stop and talk to me.

Also, their cheeks were amazingly full.

I then moved on down to another piece of equipment looking for Chester the chipmunk and anyone of his family.

There he was and so was Chimmy his new girlfriend.  Neither one of them even gave me the time of day.

Well, that was disappointing!

I did see a few birds sitting around on the implements, but most birds always act rather afraid of me and fly off.

Speaking of flying off a HUGE bird flew right over my head and gave me the startle of my life!  I flung myself down and crawled on the ground I was so terrified I was going to be bird food. (Although, it would have to big a rather HUGE bird to pick me up, but still.)

I did check out the finch feeder Mom hung up to see who was visiting the feeder.

On my way back out the equipment area, I scared up a mess of ring-neck doves.

I bayed at them and a gave a little chase.  Not a huge chase just a little chase.  I mean, after all, I am on an adventure.

Then…right out the blue—a HAWK took out after the doves!  Talk about scattering doves, that did it!

I sat down and high-fived the hawk.  He didn’t see me.

I sniffed and snuffled all along the equipment, down in the tree hollows, over into the old fill-in silage pit when I saw

A Message is written in stone on the ground!

Come this way…help!  It said!

Help!?

I best go that way to see who is in trouble and what I can do to help.

With that, I was off…heading toward where?  I guess I will keep looking for signs until I can figure it all out!

My 12th Birthday Party, A Sherlock Boomer Adventure, Chapter Three

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Three

We made it to the house, I yipped until Mom came to the door.  Chris was really nervous.  “Just remain calm, Chris. Tell Mom your story, I am positive she can help you.  And if she can’t help you I’ll bet you can live with me.”  I put a paw on Chris’ shoulder.

Mom opened the door and just stood there staring at us.  Right at that moment the little grandchild visiting us rushed right out and yelled that I had brought a friend home.

In Chris and I bounded.  Chris stopped on his way by my bedroom and got a really long drink of water out of my water dish, then he spied my cereal and woofed down four or five huge mouthfuls.  All the while the little granddaughter kept calling for us to come to see her.

Only after Chris’ got his thirst slacked and his tummy full did he head into the woodstove room to get loves.

Mom followed us in.

“Goodness, Boomer, where did this little fellow come from?”  She reached down and patted my back.

“Out on the farm…I tried to tell her.  He was lost and trying to get home.”  I tried with all my doggie might, but Mom just doesn’t know how to understand unspoken words.

“Well, let us see what we can do to find his home.” Mom said to Dad and Tally.  Then Mom got on the phone and started calling neighbors…no one knew the dog or even knew who might have a dog like Chris.

Then Mom started called the Vet Clinics in Delta — Yep!  Very soon she got a vet who knew the dog, knew the person who owned the dog, knew where the dog lives and the dog’s Mom’s phone number.

Mom then called Chris’ Mom and she was there in 10 minutes flat.  Chris and his family live two miles up the road from us…just two more miles and Chris would have made it home.

Still, I told Chris, “it’s a very good thing you came here…I promise you Coyotes live on the farm”!

We all waved goodbye to Chris as he sat in the backseat waving his little paw back at all of us.

Well, a good thing accomplished during my 12th Birthday Adventure.

Now…back to checking out the farm…I still want to go see some of my friends!

Boomer

 

 

2 My 12th Birthday Party A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

My Thirteenth 12th Birthday

Chapter Two

Off I went…sniffing here and there I headed into the cornfield inhaling as many odors as I possibly can.

Then I started into the new hayfield when I heard !!!!!   WHAT!!!!

A yipping sound!

Then a barking sound!

Then Suddenly Out of the weeds came a little white dog!

“MY! Heavens!  Who are you?” I asked.

Yip, Yip, bark, bark….twirling and swirling around me in a blur.  Finally, I put out a paw and tripped him!

Bam!

“Okay, settle down and tell who you are and what is going on.” I held my paw on his back.

“Chris! Chris is my name. Oh, Boy, am I glad to see you, it’s been terrible out here. Horrible!  Just awful!  I ‘ve been walking and walking for hours and hours and I am hungry and I am tired and  I am scared and I need my family.” Pant, pant, the little dog breathlessly told me.

“Alright!  If I remove my paw, you can sit up and be still. I will help you, but first, you MUST slow down and talk slow and walk slow and just slow DOWN.”

“Oh! Good!  You will help me!  Remove your paw and I will just sit here.”

I removed my paw very slowly.  VERY slowly!  I wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to sit still.

But he did.

“Say, you are a Jack Russell, aren’t you?”  I marveled.  “Not many Jack Russells out here in the country.”

“Yes, I am.” He beamed.  “My name is Chris and I lost my people.  We all went down to the giant canyon, I was riding in the back of the pick-up when I saw a rabbit bounce off the side of the road into the Rabbitbrush so I jumped out and gave CHASE!  When I looked up again I was in somewhere land and mom and the pickup were GONE!  Just gone!” Chris wailed.

“Okay…then what did you do?” I questioned him.

“I started walking. I headed in the direction I thought my home was and I started walking, and running, and hopping, and sniffing, and chasing a squirrel or a rabbit or two until I made it here.”

Humm….I remember those days for me also.  That is how I got Mom and Dad and Fuzzy…being lost and then found.

“Well, you are found now” I gave him a high-five with my right front paw, “Let’s go home to Mom she will know just what to do to find your people.”

“Okay!” Chris barked so off we went.

“I was lost like you once, Chris.  Only I was dumped out told to scram.”

“WOW! Really!  WOW! How Horrible” Chris looked at me with huge eyes.

“It was, but I found Fuzzy and the rest is history. Which reminds me, how in the world did you make it through Coyote world? Those creatures are vicious and scary and would have chomped you down in two gulps for a snack if they saw you?”

“I hid.  It was hard!  I had to crawl into the weeds in the field you found me in an inch my way slowly, slowly into a place where I thought they couldn’t find me.  They were soooo close it was scary.”  Chris started shaking and shivering.

“Well, you did okay…come on let’s run, Mom will be delighted to have you and she will know just what to do to find your people!”

With that, we took off running to my house!

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday— Wrap Up

Here it is the end of 2017…I’ve had a very good year…many adventures—

The UnMystery,  where I made it home safe and sound from those wild crazy coyotes and

The Mystery of Nothing, where I got caught in a flood.

I’ve helped Mom and Dad in everything they did on the farm:  Irrigate, sniff at poop…oh, wait, Mom and Dad didn’t sniff at poop.  Worked the land, they worked the land I looked for yummy dead stuff to roll in, you know all the important stuff.

I did get sick this summer.  Scared Mom and I.  But Mom sat with me and held my paw, took me to the Vet for special shots for pneumonia, and rubbed ice cubes on my ears and arm pits.  Sure felt good.

Sammy, My Kitty Buddy, stayed by my side the whole time.

 

It’s lonely without Sam…he joined my Bested Friend ForEVER this month of December.  It’s rather strange to not having Sammy sleeping close to me.  Mindy Cat is too independent to hang around me much.

Still Mindy and I always go with Mom, or Mom and Dad, when they go for a walk.  Mindy and I touch noses so Mom knows we are ‘good’ friends also.

This past week two of the grandkids have been here.  I didn’t go with Dad and Blade, but I did go with Mom and Tally wherever they went.  Mindy hid from everyone.

 This Christmas I thought I was going to have to get the White Elephant Present…

But Thankfully someone else got it for THEIR dog!!

TEE HEE!

Now we have cows here…lots of cows here.  Lots.

So this morning a cow did what cows really like to do….she got out!

She was really easy to put back in…Mom made me stay inside…I know I could have helped very nicely, but Mom wouldn’t let me.

Anyway, it’s been a pretty good year all in all.  The bad part was Sammy, but he was in lots of pain.  I didn’t want him to be in so much pain.  Then one day he wasn’t in pain anymore.

Oh, I forgot.  Lady came to live with us.

Well, with my sister Shannon and Romeo really.  But she is part of all our family even if she out of the pasture by my house.

(Lady wants to know if this photo of her makes her look fat!)

Dad, Mom, Myself, Boomer the Sherlock Beaglie, and Mindy Min-Min say

Thank you (all), for being part of our everyday blogging family!

Happy New Year!

Boomer

(Dad, Mom, and Min-Min)