Boomer—Reporter @ Large That’s me! The official reporter for the Farm. Our Colorado Farm, that is! Mom and I have been working in the hay field…whew! It’s a bazillion degrees out there! 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!) 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. (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.) Blade came over and spent the night with us. We all went with Dad to check on a house… Mom and Blade rode in the back of the pick-up with Fuzzy and I…we had a BLAST! Fuzzy 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! Sometimes 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.Yesterday 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! (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.) Thanks for reading…I think I’ll take myself off and have a little lay-down. 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
It’s the good old Summer-Time! Mom and Fuzzy and Sam and I are all happy, happy, happy!
Although, 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.
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.
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!
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.
We all rode home in the growing night. We took the long way home.
Wind in your fur and bugs in your teeth!
Have a Great Summer Day Everyone!
Sorry My Internet has been down until just now!
I really don’t know what to say…………… there are now puppies in the family!
OH! Wait! You don’t know. They are NOT my puppies!
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.
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!
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!!!
Sigh! The PUPPIES are here………….sigh!
I have to go.
I jumped into every mud ditch I could find—heheheheh—makes Mom have to ride with a muddy paws and a muddy belly Beagle!!!
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!)
There 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.
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!
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.
(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!!!
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.
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.
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.
I hang out in the shade of the four-wheeler and Boomer searches out the news
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!
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!!!
We also go irrigating every time…all the time.
See 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.
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!”
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!
Fuzzy Dude MacDoodle Brown
Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I are wore out!
Really wore out!
It’s been a long week…I mean L.O.N.G.!
The wind wore all of us down. It also wore out all the plants. Not only that; it was a hot wind. Really hot! And full of dirt!
So we had …hot, dirty, wind.
But there were some fun things too. Like going to change water all the time. (That is my most favorite thing in the world to do.)
Up there I found a cool snake! Mom was putting the trash catcher into the ditch and a green snake was in there with a Mouse in his Mouth! The snake dropped the mouse and it floated now the water. The snake tried to wiggle up the side and couldn’t make it. So Mom and Dad helped the snake out. It was really fun!!!!
How cool is THAT!!!
Sammy brought Mom a GIANT mouse one morning. Just purrrfect for breakfast, Mom! Sammy purred.
“What a good kitty you are Sammy-Sam!” Mom gave Sammy lots of loves and pats. Fuzzy told Sam that he would have just snapped the thing in two and left it where he found it.
Sammy just purred back to Fuzzy… Yes, Fuzzy, you would have. But Mom wouldn’t know so you wouldn’t get any pets.
Shish, fumed Fuzzy. I didn’t think of that.
Then the wind blew down a HUGE branch! It was a giant job!
It took lots of work…Fuzzy and I helped Mom load all the little branches into the back of the pick-up. Then we rode with Bladen and Mom up the Coyote Hill to dump the broken limbs off into a big pile. Misty and the kids picked up the big chunks Dad cut off the HUGE branch, (Kelly was at work but when he came home from lunch he also helped).
When we got everything down to just the colossal limbs Dad came back down with the tractor. And Mom came back with the trailer.
Once we all got to the tractor part Fuzzy and I had to just wait until Mom and Dad to chain up the logs and load them onto the trailer. Then we rode up to the Coyote Hill with Mom in the pick-up pulling the trailer; Dad following with the tractor.
DONE! A huge pile to rot away on Coyote Hill!
After the last irrigation of the day Mom and Dad sat down outside with us and just gave a huge sigh, “Friday we are taking the day off,” Dad said.
Of course that really won’t happen, but the work will slow down to just what has to get done.
Sometimes a rest is necessary. You have a little rest today (everything will be there tomorrow)…those of us on our Colorado Farm plan on doing so!
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:
- First let’s holler over to Hank and let him know it what today is.
Bark, Bark, HOWWWLLLLLLL! HEY! HANK!!! GUESS WHAT TONIGHT 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!
- 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,
- OOPS….MOM JUST CAME OUT and MADE US COME INTO THE HOUSE!
Shhhhhhhhhhh, she said
- 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.
- RACCOON, FUZZY! LET’S GO GET HIM!!!
BAM!!!! OW!!!! Boomer! I tripped and fell and bloodied my nose.
Darn thing, just won’t stop bleeding!
- YIKES! SKUNK ——————– BOOMER!!! Slow down, boy! There is a skunk by the grain bin!
- Hey, dogs….chitter, chatter, squeak…you can’t catch me
GET HIM BOOM!!!! Get the raccoon!!
- Come on Fuzzy…he’s heading to the old tree by the canal
- 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.
MOM!!! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
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.
Sammy-Sam the cat …
every 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.
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………….
Hummm, snort, uff….Wha….What Boomer?
Would you tell me 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.)
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.
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!!!
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.
CLIMB BACK ON MOM, FUZZY!
“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.
Okay, here goes! BAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! HAOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!
“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!”
“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!
BARK! BARK! HOWWWWWWWWWWWWL!
“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!
Every single twilight…
Twice a day….
Morning and evening…
The always chore…
We head to the fields
Always checking, moving and starting…
Making sure it’s all done right.
Then gets bored…
Heads off for news…
Forgets to hear…
The call to come…
“We are heading home”…
When he does…
Wait for me, Mom!”….
Boomer applies the brake!
We’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. :) )
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.
Mom 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!!!
Welcome Back by John Sebastian -
Your dreams were your ticket out.
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.
We are pretty good at this resting thing—
In the house
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!
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!
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.
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!
Mom says everything has been a roller coaster ride…the last three weeks! Boomer and I talked about a roller coaster and decided we don’t know what a roller coaster was. Since we couldn’t figure it out we decided it wasn’t important.
As for riding…heck! We haven’t really ridden on anything that was really bad…we’ve gone to do water several times, rode to town several times, laid under the pick-up lots, but as far as anything else…I guess we just don’t understand.
We’ve started the water on the alfalfa fields…I LOVE IRRIGATING! Most of the time I like to stay home and guard the house and the buildings and the yard [now]. But Mom makes me go with her (and Boomer and Dad) sometimes. Boy, am I ever glad I go!
You see—IT’S IRRIGATION TIME!
We had to stop…irrigating, I mean. Dad’s main ditch…the one that leaves the head gate and enters onto the farm washed out. A huge hole washed into the bend, the side caved away with Dad standing on it, and everything went splash!
The splash part was sorta neat, I rushed right over to see if something cool was in the water…nope, no water rats, or mice, or snakes…but there was DAD! I skedaddled out the way when I saw it was Dad. :(
Just as soon as the cement cures the water will be back on and we will be IRRIGATING!!! YIPPEE!!!
We have had rain and the snow and sleet and ice. We went from a HOT day to several days of very, very cold.
Boomer and I are still sleeping inside. I’m not sure if I’m going to move us outside at all this year. Old bones really don’t like cold, you know.
Dad and Mom have the water back on and in the alfalfa that didn’t get watered yet.
You know something, I just thought of this, our lives(Dad, Mom, Boomer and I) are all governed by the irrigation water! Now THAT is cool!
Here I am just a swing’n. I like to sit in this swing and feel the breezes on my fur. Now days I have to have Mom put me up here. I get really close to the swing and look beseechingly at Mom until she comes over and picks me up and sits me on the swing.
Life is good!
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!)