Night work starts…well, at night!
Sometimes not at night, but close to night,
dusk, or maybe it’s twilight, or the gloaming or whatever you like to call it…evening!
Boomer says it’s really EVENING work…
Whatever it is it doesn’t matter…it starts when the day is ending.
Mom, Dad, Boomer and I go out and change the water. We do this every day…Spring, Summer and Fall. We ride or walk on the same fields, move the water through the same rows days after day after day.
I LOVE IT!!!!
Sometimes we go to town…we have to ‘get stuff’ you know. Gasoline, milk,
sometimes a hamburger treat for Boom and I —HEAVEN!
We are changing water more and more now…the water keeps getting cut back and it isn’t even June yet.
(Dad is real worried, but he can only do what he can do. — Boom and I wag our tails and give him lots of licks on his hand to try and help him relax)
We go with Mom and Dad all the time—– Early morning, Noon, Three in the afternoon, 6 at night and then at dark, so far we don’t have to go out in the middle of the night! But Dad says that is coming…like TONIGHT!!!!
The dog cousins come at the crack of dawn for their daily walk. We change water then. Well, really Dad changes water then and we just help.
Then their Mom has to go to work. She really never changes water…I don’t think she even knows HOW to change water. But she doesn’t have too she does other nice stuff….like she loves ANIMALS and Tom the Turkey!!
That’s okay Hank’s mom knows how and she helps if Mom and Dad have to go somewhere and can’t be home at the ‘right time’! We go with Hank’s Mom; of course Hank goes with us. He loves to chase mice out of the siphon tubes.
Hank goes with Boomer and looks over the Chico hills, the sage brush areas, and even down in the slue smelling the news…in Hank’s case just seeing the news. Boomer does all the smelling.
We’ve sure been having lots of wind…Dad says the wind dries things out…I’ll take this wind instead of the stuff we get in the winter—the so cold your face is wiped off your head wind…nope, give me a summer wind…keeps the bugs off a feller and ruffles the fur so ya don’t sweat so much.
Oh, have to go….Mom is calling for me to come—I don’t want to miss my ride. I’ll have to stay home if that happens ‘cause I can’t run anymore.
See Ya!
Fuzzy







