The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — That was That

Boy was I ever happy.  Mom showed up and the just like Fuzzy said the coyotes left.

I don’t know when they left but they did.  I ran all the way to the edge of the cow pasture just as Mom got there and started jumping up and down and whapping my tail in the air I was so happy to see her.  It took Fuzzy longer to get there, well a spell longer, but he did make it.

We were both so very glad to see Mom.

When we looked where the coyotes were….well, they were gone, just like Fuzzy said they would be.

But not forever, I wish they were.  They could go down and live at the river, which would be a good place.  Or they could head up to the plateau; I’ll bet they would enjoy living up there.

Mom said she was glad she got there in time.  She was afraid that I, the Boomer, was going to do something that would cause the coyotes to think they had to put me in my place.

{{ shudder }}

I guess Fuzzy is right.  I have lots to learn, but this lesson I have learned well—-stay with Mom at all times.

{I wonder if I will be able to do that…….????}

Mom said it was starting to thaw out here so we better walk on back.

On the way I smelled ever so many interesting things, we saw two robins…and a tiny flock of bluebirds…Mom says that is a sign spring is on its way.

We ran into some into a hen pheasant…boy those birds sure are noisy and we saw two red-tailed hawks circling something in the front hay field.

They weren’t circling Mom’s hens, because they don’t come out now unless Mom is working outside close to the hen house.  Not because Mom doesn’t let them out, but because the hens won’t go out unless Mom is close by.  They told us that we dogs aren’t much help in protecting them.  Humph!  Who can see things that swoop out of the sky as fast as a falling star, I want to know.

We saw lots of rabbit trails and mice tracks everywhere.

The walk was long because we have to stop and let Fuzzy rest here and there, but we made it back to the house.

Mom brought out two bowls of canned dog food …a real yummy treat…and some fresh water.  Then Fuzzy and I took a nap.

We scratched up the blankets in our dog houses and settled in for a spell.

After a while we went to lie in the sun.  Now that is some sleeping!

Warm sun on you!   Dreams so sweet your feet twitch and you smile in your sleep.

The walk couldn’t have ended any better!

Boomer

17 thoughts on “The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — That was That

  1. Dear Boomer,
    It’s raining here today so there will be no sleeping in the sun for me. Everyone has to work today so I’ve got the house to myself with the exception of the cat but he doesn’t count. All he ever does is sleep. The weekend is coming though so if the weather clears up I’ll get to walk with dad. I love to walk with dad.
    Best wishes,
    Nessa

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  2. those hens are smart, Boom… surely you can listen to Fuzz and be (at least) as smart as the hens?? big hug (((Boom, Fuzz, and Linda)))

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  3. Hi Boomer, Glad you didn’t try to ‘play’ with the Coyotes…. Yipes–they could eat you for dinner!!!! Glad Mom came out to make sure you behaved!!!!!! Fuzzy is right—stay away from the coyotes!!!!!

    Glad you had a nice walk though… I’m sure that Mom enjoyed it also…
    Hugs,
    Betsy

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  4. This was a great end to the story, Boomer. We all learn something every day. Just listen to Fuzzy and you will learn lots.

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  5. Oh boy, I’m so glad you guys are still blogging! Great to be back reading what you get up to in your spare time. Yep, staying close to Mom is the best policy by far. Those coyotes sound awful and scary.
    Big pats and hugs, Susan :)

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  6. Thanks for your email Linda…seems like I remember you telling me about the cydogs long ago! Well, you know how memory is as you get older! :-) Love this new Fuzzy and Boomer! They had a nice time outside, and a well-deserved rest after their bowl of food. It’s a “dog’s life”…:-)

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