The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Full Moon on Friday the 13th

lHey, FUZZY!!!  Wake-up, Fuzzy!  Today is Friday the 13th!  Not only is it Friday the 13th we have a FULL MOON— TONIGHT!!!


We won’t be alive the next time this comes along, in fact Mom and Dad won’t be alive…it won’t happen again until Friday,

August 13th 2049!

How very cool is this!!

Hummmmmmmmmm, snort, skurkle….wha, what, Boomer?

Full Moon, Fuzzy!  AND IT’S FRIDAY THE 13th!

Last year we had three Fridays the 13th’s but this year there is only ONE and there is a Full Moon with it!

Hey, that is pretty neat!  What do you think we should do tonight, Boomer?

Lots of people are really suspicious over dates like this, but I don’t see any reason to be nervous, Fuzzy.   Heck, what bad thing can happen?…the sky is full of bright silver light, we will get to go with a walk with Mom in the moonlight and it’s really warm so we won’t be bothered by the cold at all.

Okay, Boom…let’s get to going:

  1.  First let’s holler over to Hank and let him know it what today is.



Bark, Yip, yap….repeat and repeat again and again and again.

Oh, this is good, Pepper is on the line…HEY, PEPPER…You Know what tonight is…..?

Oh!  BOOTS is joining in…Welcome, Boots…guess what tonight is?

Hey, this is really cool everybody in the neighborhood is talking on the dog telephone!

  1. Let’s tell the Coyotes….Every dog in the neighborhood…yipping and yelling!

“You soft as marshmallow house dogs…what do you think you are doing bother us real DOGS?  You are just pretend dogs.  Snarl, growl,



Shhhhhhhhhhh, she said

  1.  Pant, pant, puff, pant….sit by Mom’s bed and act like your are suffocating Fuzzy, so we can get back outside…after all TIME IS A WASTING!“Oh, alright…go on back out.  But be quiet!!!”  Mom warned as she let us out the back door.


BAM!!!! OW!!!!  Boomer!  I tripped and fell and bloodied my nose.

Darn thing, just won’t stop bleeding!

  1. YIKES!   SKUNK ——————– BOOMER!!!  Slow down, boy!  There is a skunk by the grain bin!
  1. Hey, dogs….chitter, chatter,  squeak…you can’t catch me

GET HIM BOOM!!!!  Get the raccoon!!

  1. Come on Fuzzy…he’s heading to the old tree by the canal
  2. Put y’er brakes on Boom…he’s gone.  We’ll never get him up the tree.

Okay, Fuzzy.  Let’s see if there is anything else out here.  We haven’t been this far up the ditch bank for several days…..sniff, sniff, snuff…do you smell anything, Fuzzy?

Nope, not very good, my nose is stuffed up.  But I do think I can smell those two cats from the neighbor way over the way.  They passed here about an hour ago.

10. Boy, the moonlight is sure bright.  Hummmmmmmmmmmm  oh, yes…ahhhhh…ooooooooo, this is really nice.  Come on, Fuzzy…you are going to like this.

11.Ah…no…I don’t think so, Boomer.  That’s just something I really don’t like.

12. Ummmm.  Listen….Mom is out…she’s calling us to go for her mid-night walk.  Well, I guess, tonight it more like her two in the morning walk…  Listen, Boom…we gotta go!

Okay, Fuzzy….just a dollop more.  Mom, is going to love me!  Just wait until she smells this great perfume….roll, wiggle, squiggle, squirm…yes!  I’m ready to go, Fuzzy.

Come on then, Mom is heading our way…we’ will intercept her at the bend in the road.

13. “YUCK!  Boomer!  What in the world did you roll in?”  Mom GAGGED!  (Actually, Mom almost puked)… “Boomer! UGH!”

But it is really nice, Mom.  Really, just take a good whiff…see you do like it.


She went back into the house, Boomer.  I’ll bet you get to have a bath in the morning.

WHAT!  And lose my great perfume?

Darn, I guess a full moon on Friday the 13th does bring some sort’a bad luck.


Pout, pout…I really wanted to wear my perfume for a long, long time.



The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Weekly Report

Latest News:


Sammy-Sam the cat

Catevery day and all night he patrols the farm. He used to go way over to Misty’s and check out everything over there, but last winter he ate a poisoned mouse and just hasn’t felt like tackling that huge long walk anymore.


Of course, age is creeping up on him…he turned 13 this year. Still Sammy-Sam does a good job of gathering news and information from around the farm buildings and the house.


Dad-–Dad went up to the Upper End to check to see if any Aliens had landed.  Mom, Fuzzy and I went along.  Mom checked out the drain ditch and Dad walked to the end of the irrigation ditch.


Fuzzy guarded the Four-Wheelers…his job was to make sure we had our rides to get out of there if the Aliens were around.

Robin   Robin—Robin sang out his report that The Aliens could be found out by the haystack.

PICT0114 Dad and the two little girls hurried as fast as their legs could carry them. Who wouldn’t like to see a Alien…young, old or in-between?


Squirrel-gossiped to me, Boomer-Reporter-at-Large– that squirrels are going extinct and scientists have now put them on the “endangered species” list.  He says by the end of this week Squirrels will be extinct so Fuzzy and I cannot, he repeated NOT chase him or his friends.  The world would be a very dreary place without squirrels.


(Fuzzy and I agreed so we won’t chase Squirrel every again…until…hum, NOW! —-RUN SQUIRREL!)


I, Boomer, the Farm Reporter says: Dad made several trips to change water yesterday and the day before and the day before that and….


Fuzzy and I think Dad has figure out time travel—hop on the four-wheeler and you can travel into future and into the past – within minutes.


Up to change the water, back to house, up to change the water…


BREAKING NEWS:   Sammy-Sam says


the Raccoon is back………….


Bark, bark, yip, yip….COME ON FUZZY…RACCOON!!!



The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Tell Me a Story

Hey, Fuzzy!

Hummm, snort, uff….Wha….What Boomer?

Would you tell me a story?

A story?

Yes, tell me about what it’s like to be a Cow Dog?

A Cow Dog?

Yes, like when you were young and you helped Mom and Dad with the cows.

Ah, yes…those were some good time, Boomer, some good times.

Well, let’s see…

First, before I came to live with Mom and Dad I was raised by a Cowboy.  From a little tiny pup I was taken everywhere and then some with my cowboy.  He is the one who taught me just what to do and how to do it.

Some stuff he didn’t have to tell me, I just knew…it’s in my blood, so to speak.

Like hunkering down and walking toward a cow that is determined to do something she isn’t supposed to do?

Yeah, like that and some other stuff that would take too long to explain to you.

I know, Fuzzy.  It’s just like how I can smell all sorts of stuff and can bay!

Er, yeah, (clearing the throat), Like that, Boomer.


(Mr. Davis’ cows)

Anyway, there was this time, after I came to live with Mom and Dad, that Mom was out looking for a cow she knew was about to have her little one.  We looked everywhere…out on the alfalfa fields, in the old corn stalks, up at the Upper End, over on the Back Forty, and in the Wildness Area.

It was on the Cactus Hill Mom and I came across the new little bovine. Just lay’n in the darnest spot. He was sort of tucked in under the point of the hill on a scanty patch of grass right out there in full view of any sort of coyote that might come wandering by.



(Our cow from several years ago)

And he was all alone…no Mom anywhere, not across the hill in the sagebrush and rabbit brush, not over at the end of the place  where the farm ends and Sinner’s farm begins, not behind us where we just came from.

Mom told me to find the Momma so I sat off sniffing here and there but the leads were cold.

Now…just so you know…Momma cows will do this…tell their little ones to stay right here, don’t move, and don’t move for anything!!!  ‘I don’t care what…you don’t move’.  Then go off to fill their tummies with good things that make lots of milk for the calf.

Now Mom, was getting a little nervous about this whole thing…the calf was parked right in the known area where the coyotes denned up.  Also, a smart cow wouldn’t go very far from her unprotected baby, she would eat and then come back, check on the little one, maybe take a rest, then feed her baby, then start the process all over again.

This calf didn’t have anyone around …. Since the day was starting to draw to a close, Mom decided to load the little one up and bring it into the corral.

Her thinking was to get the calf into the corral (and out of coyote country) then when the Mom’s bag got really full she would head into the corral where they would pair up again.

Would she do that Fuzzy?  Really? Or just hang out there Mooing?



(one of our cows and calves from the past)

Mom and Dad have had cows come in before, but this time Mom was going to get Dad and flush her out of wherever she was and between all of us-Mom, Dad, and myself…bring her into the corral.

Mom and I, with the calf tied on the back of Mom’s four-wheeler, right where you and I ride Boomer, we headed out.

“Keep a sharp look-out for the Mom, Fuzzy!  If we can get her to see the calf she will follow us right into the barn and the corrals.”

Slowly we drove in.  I zigged and zagged here and there, I ran up hills and into the swamp, then I dove through dried out grass taller than my head…looking and looking for that silly mother cow.

No Mother here or there or anywhere.


(our former bull and cows)

Gradually we got back to the barn and the corrals.  Mom and I could see all the other Moms snacking down on the hay in the manger…suddenly the calf hollered…


There trotting toward us at a very fast clip came MOMMA COW!!! She must have gone in the nightly feeding as we were going out to find her.  She was screaming and yelling, frantic eyeballs rolling this way and that, hooves flinging clips of mud and dirt in a cloud behind her.

Of course this started the little one to yelling louder and louder, squirming hard to get off the four-wheeler and to his mother.

Mom, stopped the four-wheeler and just waited.

The cow lumbered up and did a quick sniff all over her baby.  Then mooed a soft sound asking the little one to get down and come with her.

Mom didn’t want this cow to take the calf back up and hide it again so she started the machine back up and slowly, ever so slowly drove the wiggling calf back to the corrals and the barn…Momma cow walking behind very careful to keep her nose as close as she could to the little one.

Back home Mom drove into the birth’n pen, followed by the cow and myself.  She untied the calf and helped it jump off into the loving sounds of the Momma cow.

Since the Momma cow and the calf were pretty busy with each other, it was a snap for Mom to get the four-wheeler out of the pen and the gate shut.  After all that she forked over hay into the feed bunk and sprinkled some nice cracked corn on the hay flakes for the Mom.

Being the cow that she was, that old girl left her kid and immediately rushed over for the special treat of cracked corn on hay flakes.  It didn’t bother her little calf at all…he just trotted right over and started having supper while his mom chowed down on her food.


(the calf of the story)

“All is well that ends well, Fuzzy!” Mom said as she bent down and gave me lots of rubs and pats. “Thanks for your help!  Let’s go in now and get our supper.”

So we did.

Gosh, Fuzzy.  That was really cool.  You knew just what to do and what Mom needed.  You’re my Hero, Fuzzy.

Humph, snort! Er, well, Thanks, Boomer.  It really wasn’t much.

It was to me Fuzzy.  And it was to Mom.

Well, I guess it was, Boom, I was just doing my job, that’s all.

Thanks, Fuzzy, that was a great story.


You are welcome, Boom.  You are welcome.


(Told to Boomer one long boring hot afternoon as Mom worked in the garden.)

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Going for a Ride

Sometimes our Sister comes over with all her dog children and her boy friend’s dog, and our other sister’s dog!  We have a great time when she does that.

Sometimes we go for a walk and sometimes a ride.

To be really honest with you I’m not real sure about this ride stuff…Boomer likes it,


Not so much!


(Can you see me…right by Hank Puff the big red dog? I’m the little dog begging Mom to get me out there…right next to Boomer who is having a great time!)

See what you think….Five giant dogs


And then me!


I have to make sure I stake out my spot early, but…if they want it they can have it.

I always just move.

Of course once we are back…I lick Mom all over and tell her I had a ‘great time’!  I’m not about to let Boomer go off without me!!!!



The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Coyotes

BooLast night Mom, Boomer and I went for a short walk.



That is really all I can do now…short, stiff legged walks.  Boom loves to go for huge long walks.  Mom says she likes to walk however we choose to walk.  So if I go along she walks with me and lets Boomer run off sniffing at the news.  I really don’t know how she and Boomer walk, he says he doesn’t either; he has lots of news to check out so he just lets Mom walk however she wants to walk.  Then he comes back and checks on her off and on.


Anyway, Mom asked if we wanted to walk up to the new pipe we put in this late winter…

“SURE!” Boomer and I barked.  Then with huge dogie smiles on our faces we headed out to see what we could see.


Dad has part of a field planted in corn. Boomer said he helped Mom and Dad put in the sweet corn yesterday afternoon.  So part of the field corn is in and all the sweet corn.

Dad is out right now working on planting the other acres of corn.  Dad said he is three weeks behind this year…it’s just been too cold and wet to put the seed in the ground.


Anyway, Boom and I were with Mom, just doing the usual dog-things.  A pee here, a pee there, a sniff around this and that, another pee…Mom laughed and asked us how we could ever have SO MUCH pee!

We just laughed with her.

Suddenly Boom was back ….I mean right back, right UNDER Mom’s feet.  Then in my way.

BOOMER!  What is going on?  I growled at him.


(Photo curtosey from TB over at–the coyote is in the corner…see if you can find him.)

Coyotes, Fuzz!  Right up there in the Rabbit Brush.

How many, Boom?

Two…I think.  I really can’t see more than two.

We both sniffed the air…yeah, two.

Hummmm, does Mom see them.

I don’t know she is messing with the water coming out of that pipe thingy.

What’cha think they are want’n, Fuzzy?


I don’t know Boomer, but one thing is for sure I don’t want to find out.  It could be that old dog sounds good for supper.

Shiver, shake, and sit as close to Mom as you can Fuzzy, get on her if you have too.  We need her to see there are Coyotes out here!!!

Okay…I will.

Pssst!  I don’t think she brought a gun with her Boomer.  This could be serious!

Mom will know what to do…just get on her so she can to see what we see.

“FUZZY!  What is going on?”  Mom sat up and pushed Fuzzy a little ways off her.


“Fuzz-Dude!  What is the matter?  You act afraid of something?”


Good job, Boomer!  Point your nose toward the coyotes and stand your ground

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, I’ll do the same thing.  RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, rumble, mutter, grrrrrrrrrr

Now howl again, I’ll bet Mom can see them if you do that.


“What to do see, Boom-boy?”

“OH!!! Coyotes!”  Geez, and all I have is a camera.

“Slowly start walking back, boys.  Go slow.  Stay with me….if I have to flash the camera maybe that will scare them off.”

“Boom!  Come on!  You don’t have what it takes to fight a coyote!”

Halloween 008

“Oh darn!  Here is Sammy-sam!”

“Come here, Sam.  Come here!  Let me carry you.”

“Whew…we are home!”

Hey, Fuzz!  Let’s let them have it!

Okay, Boomer, assume the barking position!


“NO! Stop that!  We do NOT want them in the yard, nor do you want to be trashed!”  Mom hollered at us.

Growl, mutter, growl….slink off toward the dog houses….growl mutter.

“Go in Sammy….come on boys; dog treat time.  You were great protectors tonight!!”

Hey Boomer…  This is cool!  We protected Mom from the coyotes and got dog treats also!

I guess I’m not as old as I thought I was!




The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Priceless

StunningEvery night….

Every single twilight…

Twice a day….

Morning and evening…

Sometimes more…


The always chore…

We head to the fields

Never leaving…

Always checking, moving and starting…

Picking up….


Laying down….

Moving on…

Still-going-strongFuzzy rides…


Making sure it’s all done right.

OffBoomer stays…

Then gets bored…


Heads off for news…

Forgets to hear…

The call to come…

“We are heading home”…

When he does…

Coming!!!!The speed is great…. “

Wait for me, Mom!”….


Boomer applies the brake!

Head-gate-cleaningWe’ve been really cold here.  Fuzzy has even had us sleeping inside.  THAT WORKS FOR ME!!!  It’s so cold Mom and Dad still wear their winter gear and so do Fuzzy and I. (To be honest with you I dread that shedding, panting hot weather, but Mom says she is ready for so warmth. :) )

Sun-redLast night the sunset was stunning.  Mom was even late following Dad in because she had to hang on the ditch bank taking shots of the setting of the sun!  It was really cool.

But she CALLED me back and I came FAST, then we just sat there for-ever so long…geez.  Finally after about an eternity she took off and we zoomed home.

my-fuzMom doesn’t really go fast ‘cause Fuzzy would fall off.  Fuzzy’s balance isn’t very good anymore and he LOVES to stand up the whole way.  I’ve told him to sit down and hunker, but he just gives me a dirty look.  “I’ll stand until the day I die” he growls at me.

Shish….okay, Fuzzy.  Just say’n.


So after three eternities, when I could have been out there getting news, Mom finally drove in and brought us inside for the night.

Inside to sleep when it’s cold outside…heaven! (I like being outside when it’s warmer, but not now)

Inside to sleep with a dog treat!  PRICELESS!!!


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Welcome Back

Welcome Back by John Sebastian -

Welcome Back

Your dreams were your ticket out.

Welcome back,

To that same old place that you laughed about.

Well the names have all changed since you hung around,

But those dreams have remained and they’re turned around.

Who’d have thought they’d lead ya (Who’d have thought they’d lead ya)

Here where we need ya (Here where we need ya)

Yeah we tease him a lot cause we’ve got him on the spot, welcome back,

Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.


First-3Mom was so excited!!!  Our very first little Hummingbird is home!

SleepingBoomer and I were just hanging out—resting.

We are pretty good at this resting thing—


In the house

Sleeping 1Outside—Boomer is just like Snoopy on Charlie Brown, he loves to sleep on TOP of the dog houses, sometimes he likes to HANG out!

But this time we were just resting as Mom weeded in the yard.


As Mom weeded and we slept our very FIRST little hummingbird arrived at the feeder!

Mom was over joyed to see the little thing!

“Welcome Back, little Friend!  Welcome Back!”  she whispered!

Sleeping 9Boomer just opened an eye and looked then went right back to resting.

Fuzzy Waiting

I sat up and looked at Mom…I’m always happy when Mom is happy!  Then I moved over to a better spot to rest.

Welcome back, little bird!



Still Cold and Windy —- April 29, 2014

What a cold and windy day we had yesterday…and the day before….and again today!  I’m holding onto the hope that calmer weather is heading in by the weekend.  It sure needs too.

Some of the sweet corn has already been planted (no, we don’t raise sweet corn), but that that drew the early lottery already have the seed in the ground, just waiting for the weather to warm up before they put the water to the seed.  Sweet corn harvest is timed to come off every two weeks starting around the 4th of July and ending in late September.  Those that get the extremely early or the extremely late lottery always have a crap shoot going in…weather (the house) can be the winner in most cases.


The wind blew gusts of 40 m.p.h most of the day until late in the night, slowing down some, but back up again this morning.  The weather people say to expect 35 m.p.h. gusts today.  Freeze warning are in effect until Wednesday at 10 a.m.   I’m pretty sure the fruit is all gone…I just don’t know how it could make it through all of this wind and extreme cold.


This Boomer on the run…he didn’t come when called so he had to hurry in behind me.

Mom-and-FuzzyFuzz always waits for me.  He used to like to get out and chase the water, but not anymore.


Back home the cats know just what it takes to make life good


Now what more could you ask for? :)


Still all in all I thought the sunset was a perfect spot of Bling at the end of the day!



The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Working with Mom

Fuzz and I always work with Mom!


Sometimes Fuzzy doesn’t go, but I do!  I never let Mom go anywhere without me!

Even if it is just to follow her around as she pushes the wheelbarrow here and there and everywhere!

Welllll….sometimes I do let her walk around and around in the yard…it does get boring after awhile.

When Dad goes to his meetings at night,it’s just Mom and Fuzzy and I to do the irrigation. Mom puts us on the four-wheeler with her and gives us lots of pats.  “I’m going to be a long time, Fuzzy, so you really need to go with us.  I don’t want you getting tired of waiting for us and trying to walk out to find us.  You need to ride and you can hang out by the four-wheeler if you get tired.”

Then she lifts Fuzzy up and sits him down beside her….then up I go.  Then Mom is on and we are off!


While Mom moves the water from one spot to another spot Fuzzy and I check out the news….then when Mom drives over to the other field, Fuzzy rides and I really don’t know they have gone,


because I’m somewhere far off—there are interesting things out there, you know.  Stuff much more interesting than watching water going down a row.

New-newsOn the last field Mom hollers and hollers for me…I pretend I can’t hear her!  I have to be careful because Mom WILL drive off and leave me!  When that happens I have to run all the way home!


Anyway, this time, I came.  Which was a good thing, because Mom wanted to just go for a ride around the place…YIPPEE!!


We saw one of the fox that lives on our place!!!

Running-FoxHe was running by so fast he didn’t even stop and wave!!!!Wild-bunnyWe saw a wild bunny.  I got off and sniffed around where the bunny was, but I didn’t even chase the bunny.  Mom’s says I’m a really unusual Beagle, since Beagles were bred to hunt bunnies.

Every time she says that I just smile at her….I’m an environmentally friendly Beagle!!!

SwarmOn the way home we stopped by and saw Hank and the little family…and A BEE SWARM!!   They had a huge swarm in one of their trees!

Swarm-2Now How Cool is that?!?!?

Wire-and-rainbowMom also saw a far-away rainbow…she said that rainbows always make her happy.  Fuzzy and I really don’t see what the fuss is about…but, whatever works for Mom works for us!


By the time we got home it was getting dark.  But you know what?  Even the’ getting dark’ is pretty cool.

Working with Mom is good!



Computer Problems Continue– April 8, 2014

I am so upset I could just cry.   I am still having trouble with my computer.  The computer lady assures me it wasn’t a virus…just so you know.   It was a download from Microsoft….everything has been corrupted.  The only thing I have (right now) is the internet…of course.

Please stay with me.  I hope this gets resolved soon!



My computer refused to load yesterday.  So I had to take it to the computer hospital.  The computer doctor said she is seeing lots of this sort of problem.  Something to do with a download from Windows into the profile.

Typing on an IPad is rather tedious —one finger at a time.  I will be back with regular blog posts as soon as I can get my computer home!


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—The Wind Doth Blow

We’ve been helping Mom. She stands around and rakes and rakes and rakes, so Boomer and I sorta, kinda, sit close by.  Boomer tried to sit ‘right by Mom’ but he kept getting stepped on whenever Mom backed up.  Finally Boomer decided that he had better move.

Tee Hee.  It takes that boy so time to get some things through his head.  Giggle.

Mom was a little unhappy when she backed up and fell OVER Boomer.  That is when he figured out claiming Mom as his own wasn’t a very good idea.  :)

The wind has been blowing and the days are chilled.

Last year I moved us outside on March 8th.  Not this year.  We are still sleeping inside.  It did get hot enough two nights ago that we wanted to spend the night outside.   Mom had just settled us down for the night…three yummy dog treats, a bedside bowl of water, lots of hugs and pets on the head, and a good night, sleep tight and Boom and I are off to dream land.

BUT a couple of nights last week it was just TOO HOT TO STAY INSIDE so Boomer and I peeled out the door.  WHEW!  It felt much better to cool down.

Then this week we’ve had lots of wind, the cold kind of wind, the wind that blows down off the mountain all fresh and chilled from the snowbanks up there.   So sleeping inside was just right!

Today it feels like a lovely day…the sky is spring blue, the clouds are hovering over the mountains far, far, far away—we can still see them—the air is still and Boomer and I are running around checking out all the smells and news on the farm.

It is a Beautiful Morning, Everyone!


You Very Happy Dog Friend,


Fuzzy (Oh, yes, Boomer says he is happy also.  And he says Hi!)

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Read All About It!

Farm work has started!


I LOVE being out on the land!


Fuzzy says it’s starting to be a little hard…this farm work…BUT HE CAN DO IT!!! Just don’t rush him!

(You know what — Fuzzy can’t hear very well anymore.  I know it’s sort of sad.

And he sleeps lots more than he ever did…he sleeps so hard that sometimes I have to bark the mailman down the road by myself.

BUT I can still play tricks on him, by standing right by him and baying as loud as I can then running off really fast!  When I do that Fuzzy wakes up with a start, hobbles up to his feet and stiff legged runs after me barking for me to wait, wait, wait!

Tee hee.)

Anyway, we are back on the land…Dad, Mom, Fuzzy and I!  Dad does most of the work and Mom and Fuzzy and I help Dad.


Yesterday we all started working on the last transmission/distribution pipe on the farm.  Sure is lots of work.

Sniff I checked out all the news on the place, that take lots and lots of time, you know.


Fuzzy stayed right by Mom and Dad, he says that is his job, to be close and ready for whatever Mom and Dad might need.  So Fuzzy would walk up the pipe trench and then back down the pipe trench as Mom and Dad carried and lower and connected the entire pipe together.


The backhoe finished at seven o’clock last night and Mom and Dad finished with the 8th pipe at that point.  Today we start again…25 more pipe to go.  Then we start to cover the pipe up.


When we start to cover the pipe up we get to ride with Mom and Dad over to the extra dirt, help them load the dirt into the big truck, come back and watch Dad unload the dirt.  (I kinda think I’ll just let Fuzzy do most of the guarding, ‘cause I’m sure there is stuff out there that I really need to know about and report back to Fuzzy.  After all, I’m now his newspaper!)

Well Dad is in, he has already checked out the pipe and waiting for Mom to load all of us up on the four-wheeler, gather the shovels and head out to the pipe.  I really need to go and gather the news.


Reporter at large, Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Cats


Fuzzy and


I have been busy gathering the smells from around Mom’s old wood, woodpile.


Sam-Sammy-Sam has been also.  Actually he has be stalking the old woodpile area; pacing here and there with that ‘I’m going to find you’ look in his eye.


Monkey (a nine-year-old, almost ALWAYS a house cat) was hanging out with us, as we were helping Mom sort the woodpile—Monkey got extremely nervous and hid –just waiting for Mom to head to house so she could beat Mom there and peel inside quickly.

Hen-tThe Little Buff Hen, who does NOT spend the night in the chicken house anymore, (because Mom only has ONE chicken and the chicken house is too lonely for a 6-year-old hen) acted like there was really nothing to worry about.

She said she was hanging out with Mom so she will always be safe.  (You are safe, Little Hen, because Fuzzy and I are with you!)

Cluck, cluck, purr, yummy, lots of good bugs under the old wood, she cooed.

Since Fuzzy and I have been hanging out here lots; day and night, Mom got to wondering why, so she moved the night camera to find out—


“Oh”, said Mom.  “I see we have more cats.”


“Two more cats.  They must be wild/feral as I have never seen them in the daytime.” She mused.

“No wonder you have that look in your eye, Sammy-Sam.  You need to be careful, Kitty, you aren’t a young cat anymore, you turned 13 this January.”

Harrumph! Sam growled as he turned tail and stalked over to the ditch bank.  I can still hold my own!  Hummm…


this grass is rather nice, I think I’ll just roll around here for a spell and scratch my back…those other cats only come at night, right now isn’t night.  Besides, I usually spend most of my nights in the house next to fireplace…she doesn’t need to be such a worrywart.


“Ahhh, I see the fox is a regular little guest here.  Good thing you are well protected at night little Buff Hen,” Mom said as she bent down a petted the little buff hen.

“You boys keep a sharp look out for the fox; they travel around day or night.  Which, reminds me,” pondered Mom “I’m surprised we even have feral cats with the fox and the coyotes around.”


“UGH!  Now this is one nasty cat, an ‘ol polecat, you need to stay far, far away from this cat all of you!  That means you also, Little Buff Hen!”

You don’t have to worry about that Mom…Fuzzy and I just watch that skunk move through the yard, that’s one cat we do not want to tangle with ever again!

I agree, yelled Fuzzy as he tried to whap his tiny little bobbed tail in the air.


“Well, it’s starting to get evening and I’m getting tired.  Let’s head back to the house and see what I can come up with for supper!  Come on, Little Buff Hen.  It’s your bedtime.”

Cats…I guess Mom knows now, Fuzzy…we have lots of cats!

Just as long as they don’t get near the house, Boomer, we don’t have to do anything about them!

That’s good, Fuzzy, real good!

Oh, look…Yummy canned dog food!

You are right, Boomer…I hate that dry as cardboard crunchy kibble stuff.  I’m glad Mom has moved over to this nicer to chew (swallow, slurp, gulp) food!

Night Everyone!


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Boomer, My Bestest Friend

Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world! (Well, outside of Mom, that is).  I really don’t like other dogs, never have, never will!  But when Boomer slipped into my doghouse one night I knew he and I would be friends for ever more!


Now that you know that I adore Boomer we take naps together, we bark the mailman down the lane together,


we ride on the four-wheeler with MOM, chase the squirrels and bark at the birds.

We do lots of stuff together.


We make sure the fox stay away,


or at least does a fast run through our place.


We do NOT bother the porcupines, the badgers (Boomer was chased by one once) or the coyotes.


We both have decided the Mom and Dad are on their own when it comes to the skunks, that is just all there is too it.  A dog who gets sprayed by a skunks gets BATHS…lots and lots and lots of baths!  (Hank-the grandkids dog, doesn’t care he will take on a skunk anytime. And he still goes after any all porcupines.)  PHEW!

HOWEVER!!!! I draw the line as some stuff…like eating milk duds (`!)  I just can’t do it.  I just can’t.

The other thing I don’t get is Boomer is a beagle…purebred the Vet says.  Beagles are bred for hunting…RABBITS!  (I’m a cow dog…always have been, always will be!)

Colorado has a Beagle Rescue if you are interested.


You know what?  Boomer NEVER chases our rabbits….ever!  I use to…they hop really fast so it’s fun to follow them into their hiding places.  But I never hurt them; the only things I hurt are mice and snakes….anytime…anyplace…anywhere! Bite, snap, done!  There ya go…no more mouse or snake! Of course, Boomer doesn’t understand why I like to feel that crunch and snap in my mouth. (I can’t swallow what he likes to slurp down…)


Boomer doesn’t even give chase to the rabbits ever…just keeps on sniffing around on the ground, he even sniffed right by one of the rabbits.  How strange is that?


Well, anyway…in the scheme of things … I really don’t care.  You see Boomer is my bestest friend in the whole-wide-world.  If he doesn’t want to chase a bunny…you know what?  He doesn’t have too.