The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—a Small Hike

Mom and Dad were tired of working on the house, and Boom and I were tried of DOING NOTHING!!!

Desert

So Dad said, “Let’s go out to the desert and do a Walk About….Who knows what cool stuff we will get to see.”  Boomer yelled, “AND SMELL! COOL STUFF TO SMELL!”

We loaded up and headed out.  It was a BLAST!  Although, Mom and I didn’t walk very fast Boomer and Dad had a great time.

Ruts

We saw the ruts left from years and years ago when the freighters from Grand Junction would haul in supplies to the canyons areas and to Delta. It was always hard going if the desert was wet…clay soil is a tough thing to pull/walk/stove through.  The desert got the name ‘Stinking Desert’ because the freighters dreaded the haul so much—“We have to head off through that Stinking Desert,” they would say.   Over time the name just stuck…sort of like the wagons…tee hee!

End

We walked under the highway into the cement tunnel—which is really to carry the flash flood water under the highway instead of over the highway and wash the road out.

Slime-Water

On the other side of the highway is a pond of SLIME WATER!

Even I didn’t like the slime water and I adore water!!!

Sparkles

After that we went back to the pick-up and headed into Delta.  In Delta we went to Confluence Lake and walked around there for a spell.  That was nice.  Boomer found a dead fish, but Mom wouldn’t let him near it. (Boomer pouted all the way back to the pick-up)

Nght

We got home as the sun was sinking into the horizon.  Boomer and I agreed it sure was nice to go for a little ride after all the days of waiting for Mom and Dad to finish down at the other house.   Mom and Dad both said that was refreshing.

And you know something?  I agree.  A little change of pace is always a good thing.

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—Boomer Turns Nine

UpBoomer is nine (9) NINE YEARS OLD this month! He has lived with me, er us, for four years now!  I just think that is the best thing ever!!!

EVER!!!

IgnoreBut the bad thing is Boomer isn’t feeling good.  He’s been having ear problems since the Cheat Grass went to seed.  He even had to have his ear washed out and lots and lots of medicine.

Mom took Boom to the Vet yesterday and had to have a whole new round of ‘stuff’.

Sigh!

I told Boom, we were a pair, him and I.  I can’t walk very well because of my back legs and he doesn’t walk very well because he is always shaking his head.

Hopefully the medicine take effect quickly and this time Boomer gets well.  Feeling good is a very nice thing.

Sleep-3It’s been raining here and cold.  When Mom and Dad are home and not down at Misty’s old house we ALL STAY INSIDE BY THE FIRE!!!!

It’s a very nice thing.

Sleep-1

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IS THE NICEST?!?!

Watching the cats!

Wakng-up

HAHAHAH  Sharing is not their strong suit!

Doing stuff like that gets them put outside Fast.

You would think they would learn!

Silly fur balls!

My-Wonderful-Fuzz

Boomer and I just laugh at them!

Fuzzy

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—Banished

The-BoomI just don’t get it!  I really don’t!

Sometimes Mom is just sooooooooooo  mean!!

Pout, pout!!

Why?  What’s the deal, Boomer?  You look just fine to me.

It’s MOM, Fuzzy!  She is a real Meany! She doesn’t play fair…Mom is…just plain WEIRD!!!!!!

 Hummm, I’ve never thought that, what happened to make you so upset Boom?

Well, yesterday, you know when we went down to the other house —Dad was under the floor crawling around working on that furnace duct work and Mom was painting…and you were sleeping on the step close to Mom.

Yeah…sleeping in the sunshine.  That was real nice.

Well…I decided to go sniff around and see what sort of new was down there.  First I went up to the apricot tree…

*grey ground squirrels….lots of storing of nuts and stuff going on

*the bunnies are starting to get on their winter fur…they are REALLY fluffy

* the baby quail look like teenagers….I had a great time laughing and giggling with them

Then I trotted on over to the old orchard…not much news there.  Then the wind came up….

SSNIFF!!!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I headed over the hill by the old orchard and squiggled myself down through the Sage and Chico brush and FOUND IT!!!

OH! YIPPEE!!!  A TRUE DELIGHT!

It was wonderfully ripe and squishy and goopy and well…JUST PERFECT!!!

I rolled all over in it—first my neck, then I scrapped my throat through it, that felt so good—I laid down and gave myself a really nice back rub ALL OVER MY BACK—from the top of my head to the base of my spine…it was a great massage in the most perfect of massage oils.

After that I got up and decided to walk in the remains, of what I’m not sure, I squished the squeaky goo up into my toes; wiggling each toe so I could feel the whole nasty  wonderful slop way up into the pads of my feet.

It was marvelous!  Then I thought I would check the wonder smell out a little more so nosed around in it seeing if I missed any more slime.  Nope, just a drop or two that was all. I was lucky to get the stuff all over my snout and even around my eyes on the top of my forehead!

Shoot! I was done.  But, OH WELL!!! It was Heaven while it lasted.

I headed back to the house…there you were just dozing away in the sun all stretched out taking in every warm ray of light…Dad must be under the house for the lawn was littered with pipe and whatever it was he was doing…where is Mom?

OH!!! THERE YOU ARE MOM!!! YIPPEE!!!  See what I have and what I brought back for you!!  IT’S MORE THAN WONDERFUL, MOM!  IT’S PERFUME OF THE GODS!!   I trotted right up to her — she had her back to me painting on the window trim of the house; I figured she would smell me and turn around.

She didn’t right at first…shish. Mom just turn around!  Instead she started talking to herself… “Whew!  Something really stinks around here.  UGH!  I wonder if something died in the hedge.”

“Oh, Hi! Boomer-bee”, she said as she reached down to pet me!

“Gag, swallow erup!  BOOMER YOU STINK!!!!

“Oh nooooo, Boomer!  What did you find! Gag, gag…urp!”

Oh, Mom, it’s really cool isn’t it?  It’s just wonder—-

“GAG! Boomer!  You can NOT come down here again!  You always seem to find something nasty to roll in!  As soon as we get you home you are getting a bath!  GET!  Get over there until I get done and DO NOT Move!”

Then, Fuzzy, she marched herself right in to the house and told Dad that I HAD TO WALK HOME.  She was going to clean up her painting stuff and walk me home so she could clean ME up!

Sigh.

Oh well…I get to have my perfume until we get home! HAHAHAHA

I wondered why you didn’t ride back with Dad and me.  I looked for you and Mom but you didn’t get into the truck with us so I just enjoyed myself without you.

Mom and I walked home, Fuzz!  She wasn’t very happy about it because she had to walk carefully in the mud on the field roads, but we made it!  She walked on the weeds and I walked wherever I wanted too.

There was a brisk little breeze blowing!  We had to walk up for a spell, then we had to walk left for a spell, then we had to walk down for a spell, then we had to walk left again for another spell, then we had to walk down into the farmyard.  You know how the roads go, Fuzzy.

On the way I decided that Maybe, just MAYBE if I gave Mom a chance to REALLY smell me, by the time we got home she would love the perfume as much as I do and let me keep it.  So if the wind was blowing into us I made sure to walk in front of Mom, if it was blowing a different direction I walked so the wind caused the odor to waft right into Mom’s nose!

I thought it was a very good plan!

Although, it didn’t work!   As soon as we got home Mom got out her Dog washing supplies and started scrubbing me down with soap, and peroxide and lots and lots of warm water.  It TOOK FOREVER!!

Yep, about an hour, Boom.  I watched.

Then she took me into the house and put me IN THE BATHTUB!!! MY GOODNESS!!  I am the cleanest dog in the whole wide world.

HAHAYeah, you are, Boomer!  But you got to sleep inside last night.  Dad said if you had just one little faint smell you had to sleep out in the dog house.

Yes, and Mom said I can’t ever go down to the other house with her now, because this is the second time in three weeks I’ve found something nasty to roll in.

SighI guess you will just have to get used to not going down there, Boomer.

I guess, Fuzzy.  I just don’t get people sometimes.  They really don’t understand aroma and the adjoining slush that goes with a really good find.

Nope they don’t, Boomer.  No, they don’t.

Sigh!

Boomer

 

 

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—The Waiting Begins

Yep, THE waiting begins!

Boo Waiting, not for Fuzzy and I but for MOM and DAD.  They have to wait you see, not Fuzzy and I.  We do lots of waiting as it is:

WaitingWe wait on the four-wheelers LOTS!

Big-SmileWhat Dad and Mom are waiting for is the corn to dry down and the moisture content to get JUST RIGHT so the Corn Harvest can begin!!!

Turning-off-the-head-gateThe last set of the water happened.

Last-waterThe head-gate is now turned off.  Unless everything gets really bone dry before the canal is turned off there won’t be another set of water on the farm until next spring.

FallFall is in the air…the Rabbit Brush is rich and full and lush— the bees are working the flowers heavily!

One-last-timeThe Upper End and the Back Forty just screams AUTUMN!

Evening-and-the-cornFuzzy and I like this time of year.  It’s not so hot it’s hard to breathe and there is lots of stuff to sniff and smell.  The animals are moving around now getting ready for winter.  We like to smell what they are up too.

Just last night a Momma deer ran across the ditch bank road right in front of Dad and Mom and Fuzzy and I!  It was so COOL I had to bay at the deer.

Mom jumped… “Boomer…not in my ear!  You scared me!”  She said and then she laughed and so did I.

Fuzzy thought it was a funny also!

Sitting-in-the-sunBack home we saw Sammy Sam absorbing the heat from the big shed doors.

“Oh, you are back”, he said then turned his head away and closed his eyes.

Oh well, Boomer.   Sammy is just not interested in riding four-wheelers.

Works for me Fuzz!

Hey Fuzz?

Yeah?

Sleepy

What’s with cats?  They sure seem to sleep a lot.

I don’t know, Boomer.  That’s just a cat for you!

Well…THANKFULLY we are NOT CATS, Fuzzy!  The world is waiting and you and I are ready to see it!

MineChuckle, smile! It’s good to be a dog, isn’t it Boomer?

Smiles

It sure is, Fuzzy!  It sure is!

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—As Good as it Gets

You know there are just some things that are way out there funny!

Well, at least Boomer and I think so.

HummmYou see there has been a sort run on the farm with the raccoons.  None of us really do anything about them-Heck Boomer and I like to sniff their tracks and try to guess what they are up too.  Mom and Dad just make comments to each other… “Oh look, the raccoons have been walking down the gated pipe”!

Sometimes the raccoons will come in the yard and try to find dog food to eat, but Mom always picks up all the dog food every night.  If we sleep outside Boomer and I bark at them, but if we don’t sleep outside all we can do is, well, sniff their tracks.

Any hoo…Janson wanted to catch a raccoon….I don’t know why…I never heard, but he wanted a raccoon.  Dad told Jason he could put a trap up by the equipment area and see what happens.  Dad said he knew there were lots of raccoons up there because of all the signs.

Every day for three weeks Jason and Shannon went up to check the trap, morning and evening….nothing.

Every day.

Morning and evening.

For three weeks.

Nothing, nada…zipp!

On the third week one evening Jason decided that it was useless so he would just go get the trap and take it home.

UpUp they went.

BackBack they came.

Then THREE hours later…..HAHAHAHAHBoomer and I had a huge laugh about that!!!!

The-BoomMom sent the photos over to Jason and Shannon, who could resist showing it to them!!

HAHAHAH those raccoons are pretty darn clever, don’t you think?

Happy-Fuzzy

Fuzzy

 

 

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—a Great Find

I’ve been helping Mom.  I help Mom ALL the TIME!!!  Sometimes I’m so close to Mom she trips over me… :(  Not good!  Mom doesn’t yell at me but she does say: “BOOMER!!! You have to stop being so close! You are going to get us both hurt”!

I just smile at her and wag my tail.  I won’t get us both hurt!  Shish! Mom is such a worry-wart.

Helping-in-the-heatAnyway we forked up all the loose hay the day before the big rain fell.  It sure was hot that day. WHEW!  I don’t know how Mom and Dad did it…I just had to ride on the back of the four-wheeler and the sun baked me into a huge Boomie Chip!

Then the rain came.  Huge amounts of water fell from the sky.  Fuzzy and I stayed inside with Mom, Dad, Sam and Monkey…to tell you the truth being inside while the rain chilled everything down and turned the soil into a giant bog hole was………………………..NICE!!!!

After the rain left then the house seem pant, pant, pant…HOT!

FluffyAnyway, back to what I found…yesterday the sky was beautiful – full of big soft fluffy clouds and lots of warm sunshine (although the nights are very chilly. I think Mom said it was 45* this morning.  Fuzzy and I sleep inside when it’s cold so we weren’t cold…but I digress.)

So here we were up at the alfalfa field…it’s now and alfalfa field the hay field is gone since the hay bales are in the hay yard. :)

Okay, Mom, Dad and I were in the alfalfa field setting the water for the last time this year (maybe the last time—for sure the next to the last time).  Fuzzy dididn’tant to come. Fuzzy really only likes riding in the back of the pick-up anymore.  He says someone really needs to stay home and watch the place.

That’s okay with Mom and me, after giving Fuzzy lots of pets and lovings Mom and Dad and I headed up the alfalfa field.

I decided to check out the news in the field, Fuzzy is just like me and really enjoys the news. I looked around…Dad was carrying one of the big metal dams and walking down the ditch, Mom was bent over picking up the white syphon tubes and dunking them in the water and then setting the tubes down in the row…Good they are busy.

Tralalalallalal….sniff here and sniff there…hummmmm raccoons…four of them.  Sniff, snuff….sniff…

SWOOSHH!

Oh, my heavens!  WHAT WAS THAT!!!?

Quail!  How neat is this….Oh, calm down Momma Quail I’m not going to do anything to your 8 little chicks!  Tee Hee, laugh, giggle….Boy, are you cute!

Got ‘a go now!

Sniff, sniff, snuff!

WOW!!!  NOW THIS IS COOL!!!!

Poop-1“BOOMER!!  BOOMER, what are you doing?”

Oh, heck!  She would call me just as I found this stuff.  Oh, darn…here she comes…do I dare….

Poop-2“BOOMER!!! Don’t you DARE roll in that you hear me?”

Geez…Mom got here just as I was about to flop over…sigh.

“Yuck, Boomer!  Don’t do that!  Do you want another bath? Stop!”

Oh, okay…I won’t.  But LOOK MOM it’s HUGE!  We have a HUGE deer eating in the alfalfa field!

“Come on, Boom, let’s go.  Maybe we will be lucky to see the buck that dropped this mess.  The deer always come on the farm when hunting season starts.’

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Hey, Fuzz!  I found some cute quail and a GIANT DEER POOP!  The best part of starting the irrigation water was the GIANT POOP!!!

POOP!  Lucky you Boomer.  I know we have deer that live here year round, but finding GIANT poop means we have a GIANT DEER!

Yeah, Fuzzy…it was giant for deer poop!  Next time I hope I can get a good roll in it so you can have really nice sniff!

I hope you do too, Boomer.  My eyes and ears might not work well, and my legs are wobbly, but my nose is just fine!

Evening-2I promise you this, Fuzzy, the next time I’ll bring you back some good poop smells!

You’re a good Buddy, Boomer a real good Buddy!

best-friends-for-ever-more-Ah, thanks, Fuzzy!  You are welcome.

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—Harvest

The end of Summer has arrived!

Pink-1Fuzzy doesn’t have any swallows to bark at anymore, but the crows have returned so he barks at them.

It goes something like this:

CAW! CAW! CAW!

Bark, bark, bark, bark!

You silly dog, you can’t hurt us!

You silly crow, I can let the world know you are here!

You funny old dog, they already know!

You funny crow, I don’t care…I’m still going to bark at you!

And so it goes…..

Fuzzy and I love the busy season! Well, to be honest, Fuzzy and I love EVERY SEASON!!!

Bean-HarvestDad is out pulling the pinto beans.

Pulled-BeansThat is step ONE (!) in the process of harvesting pinto beans.  When Dad comes in Mom, Fuzzy and I will go out and fork the pinto bean ends back.  After that Dad will come through and blade the beans.

Step TWO…blading the beans.  First they are pulled out of the ground and laid in neat rows, then a blade comes back under them lifting them up into fluffy rows to dry.

In-the-air

All of this has to be done early in the morning or the pinto beans will shatter out of their little shells.  That works for Fuzzy and I —later in the day it gets HOT!  We spend lots of time panting, while Mom works, as it is.  Mom says she gets warmed up so she doesn’t need a jacket.  Dad has to wear a jacket because he says it’s a little cold on the tractor.

Step 3 with the Pinto Beans will be to combine them.  Mom and Dad are STILL working on the combine.  THEY HAD BETTER GET DONE SOON!!!

Step 4 will be to haul the pinto beans to the Beanery, with Step 5 selling them!

(But step 2-5 is still to come.  We are still on step ONE!)

After Mom and I get the bean ends forked onto the rows, we will head up to the alfalfa field, which is now a HAY field.   Up there we will roll and straighten the bales.  Fuzzy doesn’t go up there anymore.  He says it’s just too hot and tiring; he stays home in the shade.

Once the bales are set in a straight row Dad comes along and loads them in the stack wagon and takes them to the hay yard.  By that time Mom and I are done.

I’m always ready for DONE as that is even HOTTER work.

Later in the day…sometime after lunch Mom and I go down to Misty’s and work in her yard.  Mom is painting the fence while the sprinklers madly fling water onto the lawn and the soakers soak into the ground under the bushes.

Mom says we have to keep the yard watered so off we go. Fuzzy doesn’t like to go down there either.  He says the morning has tired him out.  That is okay…we just let Fuzzy rest, after all he IS fourteen years old, that’s pretty old in Mom’s years!

As soon as we get all the hay in we will start water on the hay field…once we do that the field will become an Alfalfa Field.  How neat is that?

Waiting-for-meDad checked the field corn yesterday…the corn is starting to dent.  If a dog was to eat the corn now it would be hard to chew. (Fuzzy and I love corn, we sometimes go out and grab one or two ears and haul them back into the yard for a snack.)

“Hummmm”, said Dad.  “One more irrigation and we are done irrigating the corn. All that we have to do is let it all dry down until it’s bone dry.  Then we will start the harvest on it.”

Samy-Sam

Later in the afternoon Mom works in our yard…she says the weeds are taking over!!  We like it when Mom is working in our yard.  We stay right by her as she pulls and hauls and deadheads and whatever else she is doing.  Sammy-Sam the cat stays with us.  Often-times he rides in the wheelbarrow while Mom moves from here to there.

NapsWell, Fuzzy says I really need to come help him; he has an important job for me.

Sun

See ya soon!

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—ICK is Only Relative

I DO NOT GET IT!!!!

FUZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY HELP ME!!!

FUZZY STOP MOM!

PLEASE!!!

Listen

Stop Mom?  Why Boomer?

She went inside to get a bucket of soap and water and a bucket of clean water.

Sigh.

Gosh!  Why Boomer?  I don’t see any reason WHY she would be after ‘bath’ stuff.

Fresh

Well, er…it’s because of this—see?

Yeah!  Hummm, smells pretty interesting, Boom.  Where did you find it?

Red-Silk

In the corn field…Oh, Fuzzy!  It was so neat!  I was out there with Mom while she picked the very last of the sweet corn; it was just there, about four rows in and big, huge, hulking pile of FRESH poop!

I was ecstatic to be the very first dog to find it!

YIPPEE!!!

It was so cool, I rubbed my whole neck and face and then rolled my back in it!

Suddenly I heard Mom heading back to the house so I ran just as fast as I could run to catch up with her and show her my very cool treasure!!!  I had the biggest grin on my face so she would understand just what a neat thing I was wearing.

Ummm….she didn’t like it, Boomer?

Eae

No, actually she didn’t.  She just said, “Sit right here, Boomer…I’m going in to get your bath stuff.  You are NOT wearing fresh poop!”  Then she headed into the house.

Well, that’s okay, Buddy!  Humans never understand the good stuff in life!  At least you got to have it for a few minutes.

Yeah, I guess so, Fuzzy.  I guess so. Pouted Boomer.

Rain-clouds

At least the rains are leaving and the sun is coming back.  We will be able to lay in the warmth come morning.

True, Fuzzy!  True.  Who knows I just might find something else out there.  A dog can always hope.

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—Saved by the Pipe

MOM!

WIndy
DAD!

MOM!

DAD!!!

PROBLEM AT THE END OF THE BEAN FIELD!!!!

HURRY!!

Problem

Keep barking Boomer!!! We have to let Mom and Dad know there is a wreck at the end of the bean field!

Okay, Fuzzy! HAWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!

“Terry, what’s wrong with the dogs?  They sound like something bad is in the yard.”

“I don’t know…you see anything?”

“WOW!  Yes!  Looks like there is a jeep in the canal!”

“Sure does, I’ll go down and see what happened.”

“Okay, the girls and I will stay here.  Shhhh boys!  Good dogs!”

“Good dogs!”

Come on Fuzzy let’s go with Dad and see what the deal is.

Aaaaa… you go Boom.  I had better stay here with Mom and the little girls.  We can’t both be gone…Mom might need one of us.  You go.

Okay!

Oops

You are back, Boom…what did you find out?

Yeah, I had to come back, the Sheriff men were down there and sorta, kinda yelled at me for sniffing around one of the car’s tires.  So I lifted a leg real fast, doused his tire and took off for home.

Chuckle, snort!  That’s good one, Boomer!  Well, done.

So what happened anyway?

I heard the man, who was driving the jeep, tell Dad that he was coming down off 25 Mesa and missed the turn.  He saw there was a nice shoulder on the road so thought he would back up then make the turn.

He was backing up when suddenly the jeep slid and fell right into the canal.

The man said he didn’t know there was a canal THERE!!!!

Saved

(That is the pipe which, held up the Jeep)

Dad told the man he was really lucky because the pipe holding the telephone cable in it (which ran the length of the canal) saved his jeep.  Otherwise the jeep would have flipped over on its top and been swooshed right under the road…with the man in it!

Dad offered to get the jeep out for the man, but he wanted a wrecker to do it.  Seems the man had just retired and used his retirement money to buy this jeep 9 days ago.  He was afraid a farmer and tractor might wreck his jeep.

WRECK?!?!? His jeep!  I guess he doesn’t think the jeep is wrecked right now!

I guess wreck is relative, Fuzzy.

Oh!Wrecker Dad’s good friend came out with his wrecker (Dub’s Towing)

Rising

and hooked onto the roll bar….lifted it right up!

Up

Dad, Pepper’s Dad, and several of the

Haulersfirewood cutters coming down off the plateau were very impressed at Dub’s Towing.  Not a scratch, or dent on the jeep.  And the jeep didn’t slip once—which is a good thing, because all that water was still roaring away down there and would have sucked the jeep right on in under the road!

ListenGood report, Boomer!  This was an exciting day!

Sleepy

It sure was Fuzzy.  Time for a nap, don’t you think!

Yes I do, Boom.  Yes I do.

Fuzzy and Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—Under a Timeless Sky

IdyllicIt was a beautiful idyllic day.

Resting-under-the-truck

Just close your eyes and imagine, with Boomer and me,…a timeless scene on a very rural farm somewhere, anywhere, the perfect place, with lovely crops growing lush and green, the sky a serenely blue– dotted with huge fluffy clouds.

Boomer-readyNearby, Boomer is resting on the cool stones of the patio, almost asleep, but keeping an eye on Mom who is feeding the wild birds. Back and forth she goes…moving here and there…back and forth, back and……………….fffoooooooooorth.Dozing

I’m resting under the pick-up truck …gradually, ever so gradually my eyes are closing…time is unfettered allowing……………….ahhhhhhhhh

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Suddenly I hear Mom say!

“Up Boys, we need to get up to the sweet corn patch before it gets too hot!  Today is the day to pick, freeze and can sweet corn!”

“UP!”

“Let’s go!”

ooomp, snort, uck!!!! Sputter!

We are up and ready to go!

Wagging our tails has hard as we can (I only have a tiny stump but it wags just fine, Thank you) we follow Mom to the back of the pick-up truck and wait while she unlocks the tail gate.  Then she first lifts me up…I’m always first!  Always!  I’m the oldest and the smartest and the First at all things ….always!  Then she picks up Boomer and puts him in the back.  (She has to pick up Boomer so he doesn’t hurt his knee again.  Remember his knee blew out a while back.  It’s healed now, but Mom doesn’t want ‘another’ accident to happen to his knee)

OffWe are OFF!

Corn-2

First bunch!  (I thought Mom said we were going up to the sweet corn patch BEFORE it got hot!)

My heavens, this is miserable…pant, pant, slurp, pant, pant

“You boys want down?”

Corn-1

What!?!?! You kidding?  You put us down and we might have to walk home. It’s hot already…I’m not walking home in this heat!

“We are almost done, Guys! Only a few more, I can see the end of the row finally.”

Hey, Fuzzy! I’m glad it’s only 6 in the morning, it’s hot already.  Can you imagine what 9 or 10 would have been like?

Mom’s just as hot as us, Boom.  We’ll just stick it out a little longer I can’t imagine she will continue to stay out here.

DONE!!!  Yippee!  Heading home again!

Hey, Fuzz!

Yeah?

Who cares if it was hot…the ride up and back is just the

BEST!!!

WheeeeeYou got that right, Boomer!

You gotta do a little sweat’n to have a whole lot of fun!

Fuzzy

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—A Report of the Land

Boomer—Reporter @ Large That’s me!  The official reporter for the Farm.  Our Colorado Farm, that is! SwelterMom and I have been working in the hay field…whew! It’s a bazillion degrees out there! The-Fort Mom told Fuzzy he really needed to stay home and hold down the fort.  He needed to stay where it was cool and nice.   (I told Fuzzy he was actually lucky, it was miserable out there.  He didn’t believe me.  But it was, it really was!) Off-to-work That evening Mom brought Fuzzy along with us to change water…the corn is starting to tassel out…see the little ears…each one of those silky brown things hanging on the ear will soon be pollinated by the corn tassel creating a golden juicy kernel of corn goodness. Tasseling-out(This is NOT sweet corn, this is hard dent corn used for animal feed and for making corn meal—Mom does have sweet corn for the house, but it is just for our use, not to sell.) Ride-in-the-truckBlade came over and spent the night with us.  We all went with Dad to check on a house… SmilseMom and Blade rode in the back of the pick-up with Fuzzy and I…we had a BLAST! Clever-ToadFuzzy and I have a toad that lives UNDER our dog houses in a cool little hole/tunnel thingy.  He comes out in the evening or whenever Mom is watering.  I like to put my nose on him and feel his funny skin…feels sorts of cool and leathery like Fuzzy’s nose! Road-in-the-cornSometimes I still forget to come when Mom calls: ‘HEAD Home, Boomer! We are heading home now! Hurry Up Come ON!’ When that happens I run LIKE THE WINNNNNNNNNND!  Just as fast as my Beagle legs can take me….so far I’ve been able to catch up and ride the rest of the way.  Mom always stops and lets me get on the Four-Wheeler. Always.GardenYesterday we had a huge thunder storm complete with lightening and rain.  It got Mom and Fuzzy and I wet since we were out checking the water when the wind blew it up.  We knew it was around as we could see the crash and flash of the lighting; we still had to check water so out we went. WET! Very wet! But it did feel nice! Working-in-the-ahy-field (Mom and Dad hope we don’t get any more rain since there are still 100 bales out in the field…the bales have to dry in the field ‘now’ before they can be hauled into the stack.) Resting Thanks for reading…I think I’ll take myself off and have a little lay-down. Setting water at Dawn We’ve been up and doing since 5 in the morning. I need to catch a little shut-eye before we head back up to check the tubes. Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer—Summer

It’s the good old Summer-Time!  Mom and Fuzzy and Sam and I are all happy, happy, happy!

Orange-at-NightAlthough, I’ve had a little set back…I got some Cheat Grass in my ears, it’s been a real mess.  My ears are starting to heal now, but it was a bit of struggle there for some time….I still have one ear that’s infected, but we are gaining on the problem.

Sam-Helps-Mom-2Sam the cat and I work with Mom wherever she is working.

Sam-helps-Mom-1Sam likes to ride in the wheelbarrow here and there, even if it is full of weeds and such.  Me, not so much.  Mom has put me up there; I always jump right out!

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Fuzzy hangs out in his dog house lots when it get really HOT, or he lays under Dad’s pick-up.  Sometimes he follows Mom around the yard, but not like he used to.  That’s okay, Mom will say, as she stops and pets him on the way to or from…’if you don’t want to come to with me, I’ll be sure and go by you’!  And so we do many, many times a day.

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Mom and Dad loaded up a trailer load of metal to take to the crushing place…I wanted to go, but they didn’t invite me.  Sigh!

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Guess what!!!!

Frog

Last night we saw frogs on the ditch bank!  Scared the fur right off me!! They were hoping here and there and everywhere!  I had to give one a great sniff…that’s when he plopped right into the water and peaked out behind a weed!

Dad, Mom and I gave a big laugh!  I haloooooooooooooed at the frog, but it didn’t really do anything…just stayed still.  I guess he felt safe right there.

Fuzzy missed out on the whole bit of excitement, ‘cause he was waiting back on the four-wheeler.  When I told him…he looked a little green, but then decided it was okay.  He would have had to get down and walk the whole long, long way down the cement ditch to see the frogs—-and he said it just wasn’t worth the walk.

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We all rode home in the growing night.  We took the long way home.

Wind in your fur and bugs in your teeth!

NICE!!

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Have a Great Summer Day Everyone!

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Puppies!!!

Sorry My Internet has been down until just now!

I really don’t know what to say…………… there are now puppies in the family!

Baby-BoomiePUPPIES!!!

YIKES!!!!Linda Brown's at Delta COFuzzy and I really do not know what to think about all these…PUPPIES!

OH! Wait!  You don’t know.  They are NOT my puppies!

NO!

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They may look like me

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But they aren’t!  These two little girls are Treeing Walker Coonhounds.

They belong to our oldest sister’s boyfriend.  Since Jason goes to work each day, Lucy and Dotty go to the little kid’s (and Hank Puff’s) house to play and play and play.

Sometimes the kids and their Momma come up and bring the puppies so Fuzzy and I can play with them.

??????????????I think you know how Fuzzy and I feel about that!

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Fuzzy pretty much hides under the pick-up truck and sleeps, I try to ignore them.  BUT I do get concerned they might get more hugs and pets and loves than I do, so I hang out and well…let them get to know me.

Reluctantly…I might add.

It is hot here 97* yesterday…but this is coming!

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I’m with Mom about winter…give us Spring, Summer, and Fall all year long and we will be happy!  That’s why I have a thin coat…I’m not a winter dog at all!!!

 

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Sigh!  The PUPPIES are here………….sigh!

I have to go.

Boomer

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Happy 4th of July!

Cleaning-out-the-mud(Cleaning the mud out before the water gets there.  Weeds grow fast in the mud and suck up the water and slow the water down.)

Clouds-4Today is the 4th of July!  Fuzzy and I have puppy feet today! First thing we did a go change the water…Dad has water here and there and everywhere!

Mud

I jumped into every mud ditch I could find—heheheheh—makes Mom have to ride with a muddy paws and a muddy belly Beagle!!!

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HAHAHAH!

I just give her a great big grin and waggle my tail back and forth in very happy bursts.  (When I do that she never gets mad at me!)

My-JobMom put Fuzzy down for a spell, but he said he really wanted back up on the 4-wheeler so she put him back up.  He told me the air is better up there…he can smell the breezes and get all the news.

Sickle-MoonThere is a sickle moon right now!  Mom was out taking photos of it, she said she would like to take photos of the moon in all its stages.  Hey, whatever works for you, Mom!  Fuzzy and I are up for anything…well just about anything.  Fuzzy says he isn’t up for going to the groomers.

Tail(That’s my tail—that white spot in the field)

Dad’s alfalfa has really grown…it’s taller than I am now, just my tail gives my position away, it won’t be long when I can get news in the alfalfa field and Mom and Dad won’t be able to see me!  Chuckle, snerk!

No-MY-job(This was me in the field two weeks ago)

We had thunder storms roll in yesterday afternoon.  Fuzzy was in a panic…THUNDER!!! Crack!  THUNDER!

Mom and Dad sat outside under the tin roof and let the hot air cool around them, then the rain splattered down; the thunder rumbled. Fuzzy and I laid right at Mom’s feet.  Fuzzy must have felt secure enough because he went right to sleep.  When I noticed he was sleeping I got up and moved over a short ways and took a little snooze myself.

Pinto-Bean-FieldLater, after the storms moved on, Mom and Fuzzy and I took some photos of the bean field.

Pinto-Beans(And not a weed in site!

Knee-High

(Yep the corn is going to make before frost–it more than ‘knee-high by the 4th of July”_

Then the little family came over and Mom got our annual photo of the corn.

Fuzzy and I didn’t want to get in the corn with Hank and everyone; we sat right by Mom as she took the photos. Even though Dad and the kids called us we didn’t want to go into the corn.  Dad doesn’t like us in the corn until it starts to tassel out!  We were told that enough we BELIEVE it…………….DO NOT GO IN THE CORN…you will break the little stalks!  And there they were….all of them IN THE CORN!!!

Once it tassels out Dad doesn’t care — then I run down all the rows checking out the new, but NOT NOW!!!

Nope not now!  So I stayed with Fuzzy who always stays right with Mom.

Anyway!  Fuzzy and I, Sammy-Sam the Cat, and Monkey the Cat, and yes Mom and Dad wish all of you a HAPPY 4TH of JULY!!!

JobBoomer—Reporter at Large!

Happy Birthday to Me–Fuzzy–June 26, 2014

This month I turned Fourteen!  How cool is that!   Everyday has been a great birthday day! Mom gives me special treats because she isn’t really sure what exact day is my day of birth.

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Boomer and go everywhere with Mom…I MEAN EVERYWHERE!!!

We went swimming down in the Roubidoux River one day (all of Shannon’s pack went with us)  Boomer doesn’t like to swim so he had to hang on the side of the river with Mom.  Mom doesn’t swim either.

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Then Dad took us up to the lake on Twenty Five Mesa, which is on the Uncompahgre Plateau…that was more than way cool.

Right now we are helping Dad fix the swather…second cutting of hay is coming up so the swather has to be ready to cut.

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I hang out in the shade of the four-wheeler and Boomer searches out the news

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At one point Mom had to go back over to the house to get some tools for Dad…Mom called for Boomer, but he ignored her!

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We even stopped and talked to Hank Puff.  We didn’t stay long because Dad was waiting.

Boomer didn’t come when Mom called so I got to ride all the way back BY MY SELF!!!! HEHEHEHEHEH!!!

Sickle-barThat’s the sickle bar.

We also go irrigating every time…all the time.

DamsSee I sit on the four-wheeler while Mom and Dad do the work.  What we are waiting for is the extra water from the other field to make it down to this field.  Dad and Mom set up many little dams so the siphon tubes have enough water to suck the water from the cement ditch into the field.  Dad has water in the alfalfa field (in this photo) and part of the water in one of the corn fields, and the rest of the water (as it is starting to leave our place) in the pinto bean field.  My folks work at using (never wasting) any of the water that comes onto the place.

The water costs more than the taxes for the farm so they are V.E.R.Y. careful to not waste the water.  Once the water makes it through our place it heads back into the canal and goes to the next farm just across the road from us.

Almost-stormThe sky (last night) looked like we just might get a rain storm.  We didn’t.

That works for me…I don’t like thunder and lightening storms.

Well, Dad had a meeting last night so it was just Mom, Boomer, and I to change the water.

I had to laugh out loud because this time when Mom called and said: “Let’s go, Boomer!  Time to move on!”

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Boomer took her seriously!  He didn’t want to be left again like he was earlier today!

What a goofy pup he is!  Still, no matter what, he is my Best Friend!

Outside of Mom, that is!

A Fourteen Year Old Farm Dog…and Proud of it!

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