The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Eight


Oreo and I took off at a fast clip…well, not too fast, his walk is a rather waddle and my walk is a nose-to-the-ground walk. Still we took off, both of us moving along a just right speed to gather news.

“Hey, Boomer!” Oreo called, “what are we looking for?”

“Oh, I don’t know, anything interesting.” I replied nose to the ground.


“If you find something interesting let me know, Oreo.”


“What do you think is interesting?”

“Oh, I don’t know…news…You know stuff about what is happening on the farm…like the deer have some new babies, there are fifteen little tiny pheasant chicks, … the bager is close by turn my nose the other way—just stuff.  Stuff like that.”


Sniff, sniff, snuff…  “Hey, Boomer…what about Mountain Lion tracks, are they news?”

I stopped right where I was, raised my head up in alarm and asked:
“Mountain Lion tracks?   Did you find some Mountain Lion tracks, Oreo?”

“Well, no… I was just wondering.”

“Oh”, I put my nose back to the ground.

“What about bear or coyote tracks?” Oreo hollered from way over by a rather large Rabbit Brush.

“That means we are in TROUBLE!” I responded. “Did you find some coyote or bear tracks?”  I asked bunching up my muscles ready to zip out there in a flash.

“Well, no, not really, but what I have found are some strange footprints of some man up here.”
I used my bunched-up muscles to run right over to the rather large Rabbit Brush, “Where, Oreo Where!”

Oreo sat down and raised his right paw, “Here, Boomer.  They don’t look like our man human or the woman human who are always up here and about here with you.  They are a whole bunch different.  And even smell different.”

I put my very sensitive nose to the ground and started sniffing around the footprint. “I don’t know who they are, Oreo…. beats me why they are way up here … Let’s follow them.”

“Okay—strangers on the farm. Not a good thing!” Oreo had his little black nose to the ground and started following the footprint.  I took my time back around the Rabbit Brush to see if there was any other evidence around the Rabbit Brush that could tell us what the strange man was doing on the farm.

Sniff, sniff, nothing…um more footprints…

“BOOMER! COME HERE! COME QUICK!  Oreo screamed from someplace way over there…I picked up my head and looked around.


I put myself in high gear and headed toward the sound of Oreo’s voice.

“What is it, Oreo?”

“LOOK!” Oreo’s little paw was pointing at—-two cigarette butts! One looked like it had been thrown down and left to burn, and the other one thrown down and stamped on.

“We could have our homes caught on fire!”  Oreo stood there in horror looking at the two cigarette butts.

“I guess we were really lucky he threw them down on the point of the Rocky Hill, or he would have caught the whole place on fire.” I looked at Oreo with wide frightened eyes.

“This is serious, Oreo. We have to find out if this person is still somewhere here on the farm, who he is, and just WHAT he is doing way up here.  Those cigarettes mean DANGER!”




The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Seven

The skunk looked at me with pain and sorrow in his eyes….in her eyes? In his or her eyes—you see with skunks it’s sorta, kinda, hard to tell.  I can never tell until they talk.  Usually skunks don’t talk, they just turn around, back up a little bit and lift THAT TAIL!  The tail does all the talking for them…as for finding out if the skunk, which backed up and sprayed you, is male or female…who can tell with green, burning, stink in your eyes.

Anyway, the skunk just looked at me with pain and sadness and well, concern in its little beady eyes, while I—WHILE I STAYED AS FAR AWAY AS I COULD UNDER THE CHICO BRUSH!

“Gosh…Don’t be afraid.  I just want to be friends.” He said. HE! That black and white polecat is a He—a mighty pretty striped He, I might add.

“Friends!” I ask incredulous. “I don’t think I have EVER been a friend to a skunk!”

“Well, there is always a first time.” The rather pretty striped skunk replied. A smile bloomed on his face.

A smile bloomed on his face making my face bloom, with a smile, right back!

“Friends”, I pondered. Friends with a skunk, who would have ever thought of that?

“Okay! Sounds like a deal.  Friends!” I said, putting my right paw up in the air for a high-five.

(An old photo as you can see)

“My name is Oreo,” the little skunk announced; high-fiving me with his left paw.  “I’ve been really lonely up here for some time.  Oh, there are badgers, and squirrels, lots of birds and owls, coyotes and fox, even some skunk families scattered about, but no one has been interested in just playing with me.  They are all busy of doing whatever it is they do.”

I sat there staring at the little feller.  He really was a small skunk, maybe not yet a year old.  He seemed all dejected and sad in a skunk sorta way. Heck, it made my beaglie heart go out to the little guy.

“Well, Friends we are!” I announced.  “My name is Boomer, I am a Beagle, which is a dog, by the way.  You do know about dogs, don’t you?” I cocked me head to one side and lifted my ears just a little bit, “You know that skunks are supposed to SPRAY dogs, don’t you?”

I backed up just a tad when I said that.

“DON’T!” Oreo yelled.  “Don’t back up!  I’m not going to spray you. I promise…I just want to play, have fun, do something besides search for bugs to eat, scratch at the earth searching for food, always looking and looking for food.  There MUST be something more to life than FOOD!”, he wailed.

“Hummm…well”, I pondered out-loud.  “Food is mighty important. I heartily enjoy all the food I get.”

“Well…” Oreo sat down dejectedly… “Yes, I agree…but there really needs to be more…I’ve thought and thought about this and I have decided I want to experience FUN!  Fun!”

“Fun is pretty good.” I agreed. “I’m up here because I like doing stuff different than following Mom here and there, sleeping in my dog house, or in the house, or on my bed, or in the sun…I’m up here searching out NEWS, because I find searching out news FUN!”

“Okay.” Oreo announced. “Then I’m going to search out news with you! I want to experience FUN in my life. And, maybe, just maybe along the way I can show you some things I like to do for fun!”  He raised his right paw this time to high-five me.

I looked at him for a moment, sitting there with his big fluffy tail all spread out behind him, front right paw raised for a high-five, a HUGE smile on his face and my heart said

“SURE!” I raised my left paw and we high-fived.


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Six


The smells up here are pretty interesting—-deer.  Lots of deer. Let’s see Buck, doe, fawn…buck, hum, another buck…

Oh! Now this isn’t good, crazy coyote tracks and scat…let me see if I can figure out just what pack is traveling around up here.

To be honest I’m surprised we even have a pack of coyotes.  With Lady the Watch Mule on the place no predator has a chance.  Lady will raise up and stomp the heck of them and then give them a swift kick, either knocking them dead…yes, she can take them out…or scattering them over to the other farms, at the very least.

Snuff, snuff, sniff…honk!  Stink up the nose…not good.

Sniff, sniff, YELP!!! It’s the pack of THORINA!!!  Thorina is the mate to Thor—they are the meanest, bad-est, orneriest, lean-limed, long-haired, scruffy-tailed, yellow eyed, slobbering, hungry-looking coyotes around.

I picked my Beagle legs up and took myself up the farm road to the top of the Rocky Point.  That way I could see who, or what is happening way over in the Back Forty—known coyote land—and get a good sniff of the air.

I stood on the point of the hill, sniffing the air, north—horses on the air, they belong to the neighbor on the other hill, east—the smell of Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes, busily pecking away the earth on the farm looking for spilled corn, south—cows.  Lots and lots of cows.  New babies and new mommas.  Then west—coyotes, but very faintly.  Smells like they are way past the new subdivision over by the canal area.


I’m good to go for a nice long spell.  Those coyotes will gradually settle down and sleep off most the day.

I stretched out on the point, the sun was warm, the air was warm…the ground was warm………………….zzzzzzzzzz.

I was dreaming a fly was trying to get into my ear.

Shoo, I thought in my dream.  SHOO!

I raised my back leg a tiny little bit to try to get the fly to stop.

The feeling of that fly on my flapped back ear just kept on tickling and tickling.

I jumped up and gave my head a hearty shake.

When I opened my eyes from shaking my head I was looking right in the back end of a SKUNK!


I scampered out of the way and over toward a big old Chico brush—trying with all my might to NOT GET SPRAYED!

I’m been sprayed before and it makes MOM not a happy camper!

Mom has a SKUNK bucket full of all sorts of subbing things for my sprayed-on fur…if I get sprayed—mom uses, one full quart of 3% hydrogen peroxide, ½ c baking soda, 2 teaspoons Dawn dish soap. She mixes all this together…I try to hide —I usually go into my dog house and crunch way back into the corner.  Of course, it never works…she drags me out, and starts soaping me up.

She also uses this really bubbling stuff on me, even if I just find some rich wonderful gooey delight to roll in.

Mom is sometimes a spoiled sport.

So you see…I was backing away as fast and as far as I could!





The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Five

I left Mom busy inside and Dad doing something or other around or in his shop and headed up to the Upper End.  There was stuff up there I wanted to sniff out—Spring is in the air and things are stir’n up there.


Making my way up the road, past Romeo the horse, a quick glance over by the corrals to make sure Lady the mule was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out of the way I trotted my little self on down the farm road to the Upper End.

(I must watch out for Lady.  She is a watch mule…we haven’t had any trouble with coyotes coming into the yard since Romeo and Lady have had the run of the farm.

Lady the mule sees anything bordering on the word predator and she is there with teeth and feet to stomp the heck out of them.

Now, since I am a dog Lady will take after dogs on her farm just a fast as she does coyotes and fox…)

On I go; trotting past all the Sand hill Cranes,

who have taken to living on the farm…much to Mom and Dad’s joy.

I’ll bet there are thousands of them.

Well, at least hundreds, they love pecking up the corn the cows didn’t get AND squishing around in the little creek at the Upper End.

Then past the last years pinto bean field until I got to the Upper End.


My goodness!

I have never seen so many crows in one spot before EVER!

Especially on the farm!

Especially at the Upper End!

Hundreds of them!

All hanging out fluttering and flapping all over the place. I guess they must like the creek up there also?

(This is last year’s photo.  These cows are not here this year 😦 )

As for me…I think I’ll take a little detour around the crows…they can be right aggressive…Mom, Dad and I have seen them try to attack baby calves’ eyes.  They really enjoy pecking out and eating baby calves’ eyes.

I don’t particularly want to find out if they like big, brown beagle eyes.

I slunk my warm, lovable beagle body down to the ground, hugging the ground as close as I can; making my way past the Upper End, past the little creek, around the corner where I stopped to start checking out all the spring smells on the ground and in the air.



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Four

The next day Mom, Dad, and myself took off for a check of the farm and the equines.

Sometimes the equines come down to the farm house and get treats, sometime not.

Most of the time they go in to their barn, of a morning, to get their breakfast, sometimes they decide to hang up at the Upper End, or over by the Head Gate (the head gate is where Mom and Dad get the irrigation water for the farm—also at the head gate are our neighbors cows, they like hanging out with the cows), or they go way, way over to the Back Forty and stare at the horses who live two fields over….also, sometimes they head up to the Rocky Point to survey their surroundings.

So once a day (or twice a day or…) Mom, Dad, and I head up to drive around checking to make sure they are in, the fences are up, and, well, just to drive around and hang-out on the farm.

Everything looked good. We sat up on the Rocky Point and listened to the Red-Winged Black Birds sing (they are back early this year….like a whole month early) then headed back to the house.

Dad went to work on some project he was creating and Mom and I went to do some ‘stuff’ in the house.

While Mom did her ‘stuff’ I suddenly heard way down the road, like I mean WAY down the road the gravel crunching.

I sat up from my doggie nap and pricked up my ears…I do believe… 


Off I took through the back door barking and barking.

You see this Mailwoman doesn’t like me. Actually, she doesn’t like any dog anywhere.

Mom says that isn’t true.  Mom talked to the Mail Lady and the Mail Lady is actually AFRAID of dogs.

I bayed and barked and howled real loud.  Right behind me was Mom, almost at a dead run…you see if Mom isn’t there to get the package the mail lady tries to toss the box onto the sidewalk so I won’t get her.

To be fair she always throws out a dog cookie, but she never makes sure I can see the cookie; just tosses it, so even Mom has to look hard for the cookie.

Okay, once I get the cookie I take it over to my lawn…over by my dog house and set about chewing on it.

Makes me a little glad she doesn’t like dogs…I always get a cookie.


With that bit of adventure done and over-with I got bored.

I mean…Like really!  There has to be something I could do…go see…sniff out…there has to be SOMETHING!

I picked myself up off the lawn, gave a quick look at the back door to see if Mom was coming out—-Nope—No Mom.  I walked out to the shed where Dad was working.

Dad was concentrating on something—I didn’t bother him.

Sniffed noses with Min-Min cat.

Then bidding her farewell I HEADED to the Upper End.

I smelled lots of interesting smells up there when we rode around.  No one stopped to let me off so I think I’ll take myself up there and check things out!

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Three

Later on in the night….like waaaaaaaaaaaaay later.  I woke-up with a start!

OH! Mom is right here by my bed, “Want to go for a walk, Beaglie Boo?” Mom asked me.

You Bet I did!

I jumped up.  Then stopped.  At my advanced age I decided that I needed to wake up my brain, my body, and my toes before I headed out the back door with Mom.

And Mindy.

Mindy was zipping out the back door while Mom was holding the back door open.

But first things first I stopped, opened my jaws wide, curled up my tongue, took in a breath of very nice fresh air (seems the wind is blowing from the west right into the back door) reached my front paws out, way out, gave my back a ssssssssssssstreeeeeeeatchhhhhhhhhhh, then brought my back paws up to their normal spot under my belly, gave my head a complete shaking; enough my ears flapped me in the face, then shook my body from my neck to my tail.


Good to go!

I helped Mom push the door a little further open and we were OUT THE DOOR ready to go!

I ran a little ways ahead of Mom, Mindy came along in the back, then the side, then right up with me, then she ducked under one of Dad’s piles of something or other—Dad keeps piles of ‘stuff’ so if he has to make something he has a part right there somewhere in the pile.

We all walked to the cross-over pipe, then started back toward the house.  Walking up was sorta hard, we were walking INTO the wind.  I decided I didn’t want to just walk a straight line, in to the wind, like Mom was doing; I would walk here and there like Mindy.  Only I was going to look for things that interest ME not the things that Mindy was finding interesting.

Although, I have to admit once we got to the cross-over pipe Mindy and I both had to sniff out the ditches up there to see who and what has been or is about.

Then Mom was calling us, saying “Let’s head home, everybody!”

We saw Mom turn around and start walking back.  Min-Min cat and I headed sorta straight back, in rather crooked lines…here, there, and everywhere.

This time going back the wind was a good thing…it pushed us along, making time move faster than when we were heading into the wind.

Just about back to where the haystack yard is— we met


He was heading to his little hallow he calls home—this time with his dinner in his mouth.

Mom quickly snapped a photo, then grabbed Mindy.  As Kit dashed by Mom holding Mindy, and myself walked on past the haystack yard and back into the farm yard.

About three feet from the gas tank the game camera went off giving Mom a bit of start.

We all laughed…Mom and me, but not Mindy.

“Let’s all go inside…I don’t need to lie awake worrying about your safety tonight”.  Mom said.

I rushed in and settled right down on my bed, Mom took that wiggling, squirming cat and let her down in the kitchen.  Then Mom took off her coat, petted me good night, whispered good night to the cat and was gone.

I settled right down to a long winter night sleep.  Those night walks with Mom are good!


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—The Mystery Where I Use a Secret

Chapter Two


Well, darn!  Everything is drying up: the ground, the weeds (they are supposed to, but still, the air and most of all the COW PIES!  Darn it!

You see once the cow pies dry up they are NASTY to eat—like eating sawdust right off one of the logs Dad cuts up for firewood.

PHOOEY!  Spit, hack, and cough!!!

Mom says GOOD! Dad just laughs.  And here is a little secret…even if it were to rain and snow the cow pies will never be good to snack on again.

Pout, pout.

So with the cow pies dried up there really hasn’t been much for me to do—I hang out Mom getting fire wood, out in the shop with Mom and Dad, and go for a couple of walks a day on the farm with Mom.

Mom likes to go for walks.  I like to go with Mom…I keep her safe.  Well, really I keep her company.

We like to walk together, Mom and me.  Sometimes Mindy goes with us, but sometimes not.  Mom likes it both ways, but if Mindy goes we only go ¼ of a mile, if she doesn’t go we go a mile or better…all is good if you ask me.

So off we went.  Mindy was in the house curled up on the sofa next to the wood burning stove, Dad was in town doing something he calls business, which left Mom and me to go for a LONG walk!


I stayed with Mom a long time…sniffing here and there, we ran into the equines—Mom gave Lady the Mule an apple she cut up and Romeo the Paint Horse  two carrots.  Romeo does NOT like apples.  Lady likes apples and carrots, but Mom tries to be fair and give the apple to Lady and the carrots to Romeo so they both feel special.

Then we moved on down the field leaving the equines behind munching on weeds, corn stalks and stuff.

Suddenly I caught a whiff of———————-

I was off…leaving Mom in the dust. I jumped over the now empty canal and raced into the weeds on the opposite side

I looked back once saw Mom was turning around and never gave Mom a thought again.

Running with all my muscles in super-fast mode I peeled down the canal bank in hot pursuit of


Kit yipped a couple of barks at me then took off even faster

The RACE was on!

Streaming through the weeds and grasses as fast as my beagle legs could carry me I hurried to catchup with Kit!

Then we were on the road heading back TOWARD Mom whom I noticed had made it back down to the farm equipment storage area.

I saw Mom slide over behind the spare-parts combine and just stand there.

About that time Kit was zooming faster than the speed of light heading right toward where Mom was hiding.  I put on my brakes

SCREEECH!!!!!!!!  Sat down with my tail wagging, thinking this was going to be good, Kit was going to run RIGHT by Mom.

I wondered if they were going to scare each other.

I sat there waiting, watching…Kit kept on running…Mom stayed right where she was not moving a muscle…then Kit was by and

Nobody scared anybody.

Oh, well.  It was a good race.  I bayed at Kit: “YOU WIN!!”

Way on up the field by the new culvert Kit finally stopped and yipped back, “I’ll stop and talk next…if your human isn’t there.”

Then he was gone, vanishing into the drain ditch and out of sight.

I howled back—“SOUNDS GOOD!”

Then Mom was there giving me hugs and pats… “Wow, Boomer!  That was cool.”  I don’t always get to see the fox.  Thank you for scaring him up for me.”

Well…I didn’t really scare him up, Kit only let us see him because he wanted us to see him.  How do you tell a human something like that?  So I gave Mom a kiss on the cheek, plus a big goofy grin.

“Let’s go in, Boomie”, Mom said.  She had a huge smile on her face.

My tail wagged just as happily as Mom’s face smiled.