The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Blessings

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.


WaterThe water is now in the canal!

My-best-helperWe’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!


Hank-helpsHank even comes over from his house and helps out.

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.  :(

Fuzzy-helping-usMom and Dad put 300 pounds of cement into the ditch, worked on the sides, and created a whole new bend.


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!


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.


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—I Do Not Understand You, Boomer!

Well, just for today …THIS IS THE LAST DAY OF FEBRUARY!!!  Mom and I are doing the happy dance here there and everywhere!


The Day is 11 hours and 16 minutes long!  On Sunday, March 9th,  we will switch to Daylight Savings Time and the day will grow LONGER!

YIPPEE!   Mom, myself, and the Little Buff Hen like Daylight Savings Time the Best.  Why?  Because we get up with the sun anyway!

Yesterday was a huge busy day…first rattle-out-of-the-box we all headed over to the equipment hill to load up ‘stuff’ for the consignment sale this coming weekend.

Mom drove the truck and trailer over with Boom and I in the back of the truck.  Dad brought over the tractor with the loader.

It was cold outside, sharp wind, spots of frozen ice, lot of cool smells.


While Mom and Dad worked on getting the ‘stuff’ hooked up and loaded onto the trailer, then shuffling around some of the other ‘stuff’ Boomer and I checked out everything going on around there.


Hummmmmmmmm the skunks are out-and-about.  I think….snuff, sniff, snuff…yep, mating season.  Oh!  The badgers are waking up and doing some house cleaning….

Hey, Boom, don’t head over here… the badgers are out and about…you know how cranky they can get.


‘Snuff, snuff,ummm, yumm, swallow.’  Okay, Fuzzy.  I’ll just stay up here where the cows and calves stay…smack, slurp.


Oh…hummm….yes!  Oh, look a patch of Cheat Grass…the cows are going to love that.

The deer have come back…here is a great deer wallow.  Oh, my…I think I’ll just head on back to Mom…COYOTE poop…not, good…not good at all.  At my advanced age they would find me perfect for breakfast.



Slurp, slobber…(mouth-full) Yes, Fuzzy?

Let’s go back to Mom, it doesn’t seem, like, um, we had better hang out here much longer…I found evidence of coyotes!

COYOTES!!! Yikes!

Let’s go back to MOM!  Beat you there!!!!!

WHEW!  I’m glad we are back!

Looks like Mom and Dad are all loaded and ready to go.


This time Dad has the truck and Mom the tractor.  You go ahead and ride Fuzzy, I want to run back to the house and check out the fields as I go.

Check out the fields for what, Boomer?



Boomer, you really are something, you know it?

Yeah, Fuzzy.  I keep the coyotes from getting close to the house!


Ackk!  I guess so Boomer!  Gag!


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—‘tis the Season of Great Snacks!

This is the bestest time of the whole year!  I love every minute of this time.  I didn’t used, ‘cause, well, you see, I would randomly get chased by a mean ‘ol Momma cow.  I try to not let that happen anymore.  I stay real close to Mom when we go out to check calves.  The rest of the time I wait until the cows are NOT by the house!


I have to be quick!

If Mom, Fuzzy and I are out for a walk I have to be even quicker; if Mom sees me she almost yells at me.


Something like “BOOMER! YOU DROP THAT RIGHT NOW!”  or “BOOMER!  That’s gross, put that down NOW!”


So you know what I do…I chew it up real fast so Mom can’t have it!!! NO SIREEE!

Chuckle, snort, giggle, laugh out loud!

Once Mom even reached right into my mouth to try to get it, but I swallowed real fast like.

You see this is the season of BEEF JERKY and Milk DUDS!  YUMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!

Mom, Dad, Fuzzy and I even saw the Fox helping himself to the delicious tidbits of yum.

If I eat too many Mom won’t let me inside, cause, well, sometimes my tummy gets too full and well, it comes right back up!

That really does get me in trouble.  Then I have to sleep outside in the dog house.


You know what I don’t understand….Fuzzy doesn’t like to eat any of that stuff, I mean nothing.  Just turns his nose up and sits there and watches me chow down.  He says I’m making a fool of myself.

Oh, well!


Mom has figured out that if I get a real soup bone from DOWN TOWN then I won’t head out to the field.


Guess what!?  Either way I win!! (Unless I have to sleep outside…then that isn’t so good.  But, what the hay…it’s worth it!)


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — In-Between

BudsHey, Boom, just look at that sky!  Mom loves the sky, and is always looking at it.  I think because she says: “Wow, boys!  Just look at that sky!  It’s beautiful!”  I’ve started paying attention to the sky.

I like it too Fuzzy.  But It’s sort of well, getting dark.

That’s not dark, Boomer.  That’s the in-between sky.

The in-between sky?

Yes, that the special time of the day when the sky is not bright nor is it dark.  It’s in-between.

It’s like life…you have times when you are in-between.

I KNOW!! I KNOW!!! When I hurt my knee…I was in-between being able to run and in-between not running at all.

YES!  Boomer that’s it!

So let’s play a game…the in-between game. You tell of an in-between time and then I will tell of an in-between time.

Good!  Okay, Fuzzy here I go…Dad goes out and gets on the four-wheeler, we run out right behind him, but he takes off. We just stand there wanting to go but we can’t.  That’s in-between!

Yep!  Then Mom comes out, we run to her, she says, ‘Come on boys, let’s go’ and she puts us on the four-wheeler with her.



Okay, I have one, Boom….Dad and Mom come out and get in the pickup and start to back out of the carport.


And Mom opens the door and says: “Come on boys, let’s go!” and she puts us in the pick-up.  WITH BIG HUGS FOR BOTH OF US!!

Okay, here’s another one, Fuzzy.  Mom is upstairs working in her office. We are outside on the lawn.  We can look in the window and see Mom but she doesn’t see us.

Then Dad comes walking up to the backdoor to go in and says—Come on in boys! So we run in as fast as we can go.  Then we stop.   Dad says—Go on upstairs and gives us pats on the head. We RUN upstairs as fast as we can go so we can sleep by Mom while she is working on the computer!

This is fun!  Here’s one for you Fuzzy…Mom takes us to the Groomer!

OH! WHY DID YOU BRING THAT UP…shudder, shake, shiver, pant, pant, tremble.

But she comes back, Fuzzy and gives us all sorts of love and hugs and so does Dad.  They tell us how nice we smell and how soft we feel!

True, Boomer…but I hate that in-between.

It’s still an in-between, Fuzzy!

Well…let’s move on to another in-between—like when all the dog cousins come for a dog walk, you go with Mom and Shannon and all the dogs and I wait at the gain bins.

Yep, then when we get back Shannon lets us walk into the back of the truck on the dog ramp with all our dog cousins!


And sometimes they just show up and Mom grabs us and puts us in the back of the truck with all the dog cousins and we get to go for a RIDE!!  It’s a barking great time!

How about when it’s cold outside and we want to be inside but no one is home.  Or they are home and the house is full of company.  Yeah, that’s when we have to stay in our snuggly warm dog houses.  But staying in the dog house isn’t the in-between …it’s the waiting to get inside to bake by the fireplace.

Yes, and when we finally get to get inside we get LOTS of hugs and pettings!

How about when Mom wakes us up in the dark of the night and says: “Come on, boys! Let’s go for a walk”.

Out the door we go.

The walk is the in-between, because when we get back inside…

We get a dog treat, covered up with our blankets and good-night pets and lots of love.

Oh, I finally get it Fuzzy…in-between is that time just before you get LOVE!


That’s right, Boomer!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day to you Fuzzy!

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you, Dear Readers!

Happy Day of Love!

Fuzzy and Boomer on a Western Colorado Farm






See What I See? February 13, 2014

CheckingThere is something out here


Every day I capture the day photos of Sam and Fuzzy


and Boomer

AHHHHHHHHH, Yes!  I see what it is they are checking out—

Fox-4 Fox-1 Fox-2 Fox-3

A Busy little Fox!

Well, no chickens out there.  The one little hen is in the house with us at night.  And during the day the dogs are on the watch.

After the little hen gets well enough I will start to introduce her back to the flock.  Then she will go back to Shannon’s (her real home) to live.

But for now…..

This is so not good.  :(

Your Farm Friend,





The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Snow

Boy, do I love the snow!!!  I sometimes just go outside and SIT in the snow.  Sometimes I LAY in the snow…and sometimes I like to hunt in the snow.


Here Boom and I are looking for mice.  Mice love to tunnel under the snow and creep close to our dog houses!  They think they can nab dog food, but Mom keeps the dog food in the house on the back porch next to our water bowls.  She says that keeps the critters out of the food and the ice off the water.


The cows have been munching and munching all day and all night and they are still at it.  That is a sure sign even more snow is coming our way.


You see cows know…they know if there is too much of a storm they won’t get to eat, they will just stay hunkered down in the hollows and under the brush waiting for the storm to mosey on out of here.  While they are waiting they will peacefully be chewing their cuds.

Until then they eat and eat and eat.

No babies yet…last year the first one popped out on Valentine’s Day.  Maybe that will happen again this year…we will just wait and see.


Until then Boomer and I have lots of mice to try and catch (before the snow comes) and we go inside to help Mom and Dad out.

See ya Next Week,


Over here, Boomer, I smell two of them!

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — It’s Mine

It snowed last night.  Little tiny drops of snow that pelted your hide as you walked to and fro behind Mom while she worked.

Mom had to put up Tommy and the hens they were stupidly staying outside getting pelted on…and wet…and wetter.   Fuzzy and I tried to help.

Ummm Fuzzy tried to help, me not so much.  Well, yes I did— I see my job as staying right behind Mom wherever she is.  Fuzzy tries to help herd the poultry to the poultry house, but he can’t sometimes see where they are going so he just stands there in crouch mood.

Oh, well, works for me.   It must work for Mom because she doesn’t get upset at Fuzzy.  I guess that means we are a good working team—Mom, Fuzzy and ME! J

Today is the last day of January 2014.  The 31st day! Even if it’s snowing outside and the day is all one color—- a grayish whitish color it is still 10 hours and 12 minutes long!!  The first day of January the day was only 9 hours and 30 minutes long…THINGS ARE IMPROVING!!!

Now what I wanted to tell you about is this:  Mom brought us some bones from the grocery store when she went to town yesterday morning.  Yummy bones with some meat and sweet rich fat on them!

Fuzzy and I chomped down as fast as we could so nothing or no one else could get ‘OUR BONES”!

We were about done eating when Mom came out and asked us to go for a walk with her to check on the cows…I still had a little bit left to go so I took it with me.

Fuzzy left his back in his dog house.

Not me.  No sireee.  I’ve had Shannon turn up with all the dog cousins, or Hank walk over, or even Fuzzy sneak around and GET MY BONE!

So I took it with me!

Slurp, slobber, drool.

But, while Mom was getting the gate, I, well, decided a really long walk with a super nice bone wouldn’t be a good idea.  I might lay it down somewhere then forget where I put it and some coyote, wild dog, or that fox will get my bone.


Looking quickly here and there I figured out Just What To DO!!!!!

Bury-a-boneBURY IT!!!

It’s Mine!!

Good.  Now I can go get it whenever I get to wanting something to chew on!

Wiping my paws together; snorting and sneezing the dirt out of my nose I trotted off with Mom and Fuzzy to see if there are any babies in the field.



P.S.  No babies yet, maybe today.  The weather is bad enough Mom says there is bound to be a couple new little ones out there.

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

Hey, Fuzz…don’t ya just love this moonlight?  Makes me want to sit up and HOWL!!

Don’t do it Boom, we are in the house.

I know but it’s filling our bed spots with so much light I can hardly sleep.  Makes me want to let loose and join it with the coyotes!!

Aaaaaa, Boom!  We are right next to Mom do you want….

UM no…I won’t.  But it sure makes me happy!

I know Boom, it does.  Now go to sleep.

Okay, Fuzzy, I’ll try!



Hmmmmmmmmmm, ufff, snort!  Oh, yeah it is!

Morning, Boomer!

Morning Fuzzy!  Mom has breakfast ready; come on the day is wasting!




Okay, Boom.



Hey, Tommy!  What ya doing?

Looking for small springs of green stuff to eat.  How ‘bout you?

Oh, just hang’n around smelling everything that moved through the yard and the corrals last night.

You and Mom and Fuzzy went by the poultry house.  Mom stopped and checked on all of us.

Yep, Fuzzy was with Mom, but I had already moved over to the cattle trailer and the car hauler.

Oh…that’s why I didn’t see you.



Oh! Hi, Sam!  What’cha doing?

Hi, Tom, just checking out what you and the birds are up too. Where is Fuzzy?

Over by the trash cans…he said he wanted to see if any mice were up and about.

Where’s Mom?

She’s cleaning around the corrals while Dad goes down to Hank’s and his kids’ house to work on their yard light.



Hey, Tom!

YES……………drummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, fluff.

Want to walk out to the grain bins and check out the weeds there?  Just might be something, even if it’s just cheat grass.


WHEW!  Dad just drove into the yard.  You can’t walk sideways Tommy on the road; you are too slow when you walk that way.

Well, I just wanted Dad to see how pretty I am.  I really like Dad the best, you know.  I try to follow him everywhere and help him in all the sheds…I knew he was coming down the road…pout, pout.


“Tommy! You scared me! You can’t walk sideways on the road.  You are just too slow.” said Dad as he came over to give Tommy a pat or two.

Well, I guess everything is alright. I’m alright, Fuzzy is alright, you are all right Sam, the hens are okay.



Yeah, I’m just leaving a mark for Hank.



“BOOMER!!!!!!!  YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW”!!!!  yelled Dad.

Slink off…mutter, mutter…geez I just wanted Hank to know this was my pick-up.


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — A Turkey Walk


Hum, yes!

Did you get a look at the book Mom is reading?

Ah, clear throat, hum, no…No I have a hard time seeing anymore.

Well, it’s called — The Great Turkey Walk

It’s about herding turkeys from Missouri to Denver, Colorado, in the year 1860. That seems like a really long walk to me, Fuzzy.

It does to me also, Boomer.  I can’t imagine walking so many miles with a bunch of turkeys. Geez, just walking with Tommy is hard enough!



He never walks straight on…always sideways.  First one side then the other side—- takes FOREVER for him to get anywhere.  He spends all his time fanning his tail feather here and there and everywhere.

Yeah, Fuzzy, then he hangs out with you until we all come back.

True!  But we do have some interesting times together.  For instance, just yesterday, while you were out sniffing around in the corn field, Tommy and I had a conversation with Sharpie.


Sharpie…the little hawk that hangs around the wood pile?


Yes, that Sharpie!


He was very interested in a couple of mice that had fled under the trash can when I came upon him.  Since I like to chase mice (and snap them in two, mind you) I decided to hang out with him for a spell.


We were being very quiet both of us watching the hole where the two mice ran under the trash barrel when Tommy came gobbling up.  Tommy is NEVER silent, you know that don’t you, Boomer!  He always has something to say.

Up he came jabbering and hollering to me that he wanted us to go do something, anything, because he was tired of hanging out with the hens.  Dad was too busy in the tractor shed and he couldn’t find you so he decided that I would have to do.

I kept trying to hush him up…I put my paw down several times in the hush manner, I turned my back to him…I tried to whisper really loudly to SHUT UP!  But he kept on gobbling and drumming and walking sideways, just being outlandish!

Sharpie flew off the fence rail up to a branch in the weeping willow tree; just sitting there in disgust.  We both knew the mice were NOT coming out with all that noise going on.

Onward and onward came Tommy yelling loudly for me to come do something with him…Please, could we go down the lane a bit, or how about over to the corrals, or maybe out by the grain bins…Sharpie got so disgusted he dive-bombed Tom!



Have you ever seen a turkey poke his neck clear into his chest!

YEP! That is exactly what happened!  Tom looked so shocked that Sharpie would dive-bomb him that he buried his head and neck right into his body — flung his wings way up in the air and tried to cover his rather bald head!

He looked so funny I LAUGHED OUT LOUD!!!!

I didn’t know where Sharpie went; he wasn’t there when I stopped laughing.  But you know what, Tommy didn’t even get upset.  He was such a good sport I told him we would go off to corrals to see what was out there!


While we were walking out to the corrals Tommy told me that he would really, REALLY, he means REALLY like to live inside with us. He said Mom could hang a rack up next to our beds and he could sleep and poop right there by us.

Ahhhhhhhhhh, hummmmmmm, Well, I told Tom, I really don’t think you would like to be inside…it’s ummm hot and there are cats and the girls in the poultry house would miss you.

OH!  Yes the girls!  He said he had forgotten all about the girls…he guessed he had better stay out there and watch over them.

Ahimmmmmmm, I cleared my throat.  Maybe that would be best, Tom!


OH! Bark, bark, WOOF


Shannon’s here and our Dog Cousins!  COME ON BOOMER!!! COME ON TOMMY!! DOG COUSINS!!!


Gobble, gobble, gobble….MY REAL FAMILY IS HERE!

“Come on, Tommy!” Shannon and Mom hollered, “Let’s go for a walk!”


Come on Tom…you can walk with us as far as Fuzzy goes, growled Choco the Rottweiler.


Okay…just to the gain bin field.  I’ll hang out with Fuzz for a bit, and then I really must get back to the girls!

Drummmmmmmm, thummmmmmmmmmmmmm, gobble

That works for us Tommy…let’s all go!

“You know something, Fuzzy?”

No what, Tom!

“I really don’t mind staying over here for a while.  My Mom says I’ll be back over at my real house come this spring.  Until then hang’n with you and Boom is a really good thing.”

Oh, Hi Boom, you back?

Yeah, my knee doesn’t let me go far.  Mom and I just walked to the new alfalfa field and came on back.

Yummmmmmmmmm, num, num chew, slurp…..

“BOOMER!!! BOOMER!!! Stop eating the Turkey poop!!”  Mom hollered.

Geez, Boom, sometimes you really aren’t very smart.



Christmas Eve, Tuesday, December 24, 2013

The moon is coming up later and later now, still the dogs and I go for a walk. We go around one to one thirty in the early, early morning.  I dress up like a huge abominable snowman—many, many, many layers…its COLD out there that time of night!  :)

Night-Walk-2This was taken about 14 days ago.

One a side bar note–I would HATE to run into a Yeti…well, I wouldn’t see a Yeti here but there have been sightings of Bigfoot, also known as Sasquatch in Colorado.

There is some who think Bigfoot has been seen as close as the Lake City Area (which is not far from Montrose or Gunnison) so far nothing on the Uncompahgre Plateau or around the canyons next to our mesa….but one never knows!  :)  da,da,da,da ♪♫♫♪


Still off we go.  We don’t go for long and we don’t go far.


In the evening we either walk to the old tree site, (a tree the ditch company just had to destroy in the fire a couple of years ago), or we walk to the end of the grain bin field…both are about 15 minutes one way then 15 minutes back.  If Fuzzy could move a little faster we would get back faster.



(This was shamelessly taken from the internet-The credits are on the map the web site is here with other photos of Bigfoot in Colorado)

Since I don’t have worry about big furry unknown creatures, and the bears are sleeping away the winter, the dogs and I only have to worry about the coyotes, foxes, and big cats (the skunks are sleeping right now also)—which is why I don’t like to go far.  In the middle of the night  we just walk down the lane to our house.   Boomer has a bad habit of running off after smells, if I contain him to boring smells we both do much better.

Happy Christmas Eve everyone!  We will have our big celebration tonight with all the family here.  Tomorrow is family day…buffet of snack foods and lots of family games.

Your friend,


The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — A Christmas Story

Are you sleepy, Boomer?

No not really.  Are you sleepy Fuzzy?

No.  I haven’t done much today but sleep.

You know, Fuzzy, I was wondering do you know anything about this time everyone calls Christmas?

Well, I know a few things—like our people always put up trees, and hang lights outside so we can see the best bushes to pee on.  They go to town lots and come home with packages that Mom puts all over the place.  Then she puts those packages under the tree and waits.

Then the big day comes and everyone is here to eat food and drop stuff on the floor and eat food and laugh and make an even bigger mess than we would EVER think of making!

Really, Fuzzy…that is all there is to this Christmas Thing?

Well….really ….Boomer, no…no that really isn’t what Christmas is really about…it’s so much more.


Gosh, that’s good Fuzzy, please tell me.  I really want to know.

Okay, Boom…it goes like this—

When I was a little tiny pup many, many years ago my Momma told me this story.  My Momma said her Momma told her and her Momma before that all the way back to when this story started.

This sounds really good, Fuzzy I’m all ears!

It’s called—How We Got Christmas

Oh!  Good!  Now I will know.  Thank you, Fuzzy.

Well, a long, long time ago in a land far, far and away, a land full of sand and giant animals called camels.


Yes, Boomer.  But the story isn’t about camels.

Okay, Fuzzy…I’ll listen.

In this land of sand and camels and sun…there was a man and a woman traveling to a big city to pay their taxes for the year.

What are taxes, Fuzzy?

They are like, hummm—if you have five bones and Mom makes you give her one because she thinks you have too many, then that one bone you give Mom is a tax.

OH!  I don’t think I like taxes.  I’m really glad Mom doesn’t make us pay taxes, Mom gives us the BONES!!! J

Gone on Fuzzy, I like this story.

Okay, the man and the woman were traveling to this big city; with lots and lots of other people. There were so many people that all the places where people sleep were full except where my great, great, great, great so many greats that I can’t remember them all, Grandmother Dog was living.

My many Greats Grandmother Dog was the guard dog of a place call an Inn.  It was her duty to watch over all the travelers who came to stay with her Master in the Inn.  She also watched out for all the animals that her Master kept.

Every day My many Greats Grandmother would go with her Master to feed and milk the cow that lived in the stable.  It was this milk that her Master would feed to the people staying in his Inn.  She also helped wake-up the many chickens that were roosting in the stable, and went with the Master to feed and water the donkeys that were resting there until their people were ready to leave again.

My many greats Grandmother had a wonderful job and she loved every minute of it.  Most nights she would sleep in the inn, but when the inn was full she would sleep on an old blanket next to the door of the stable to keep guard over the many animals staying within its walls.

My many greats Grandmother Dog was just getting ready to go to the stable one evening, when a man and woman showed up at the door of the inn.  Her Master greeted the couple and explained that his place was full, that he had no room.

The man then asked if the Master knew of any place, just any place at all whereby they could rest for the night.  The Master said that he was embarrassed to say, but if they wanted they could bed down in the stable free of charge and rest.

Off they all went, the donkey, the man, his wife and my many greats grandmother. Once there, and very close to the cow’s manger, the couple laid down their belonging and unloaded the donkey.  My many greats Grandmother Dog said that the man had very kind eyes and a soft loving voice.  He brushed the donkey down, gave all the other donkeys lots of pets, rubbed the cow’s ears and ASKED Grandmother dog to come sleep with them to keep them warm.

The lovely mother patted the blanket and called softly to Grandmother Dog and even offered her a small tidbit to eat.

Grandmother said it was the most peaceful time she had ever experienced in the barn.

It was just wonderful!

Gradually she fell asleep, lulled by the soft sounds of the other animals in the barn and the warmth of the man and the woman.  It wasn’t long before Grandmother Dog was awaken and asked to go guard the door of the stable. Grandmother Dog didn’t question the command; going to the door and sitting up in a guarding stance.

Like this, Fuzzy?

Yes, Boomer, just like that.

Well as Grandmother Dog sat in the opening of the stable door, an amazing light started to fill the sky. Then the light filled the whole stable!  Grandmother Dog turned from the door and saw that the light seemed to be strongest right over the cow’s manager.

Walking toward the manger ever so slowly and carefully Grandmother Dog saw a tiny sleeping baby.  The gentle Mother of the tiny baby called Grandmother Dog to come closer, to come see the tiny babe in the manger.

Grandmother Dog walked forward and stared at the tiny little bundle of human love and gave the sleeping child a HUGE WET DOG KISS right on its tiny little cheek!

When Grandmother Dog kissed this tiny human the child opened his eyes and smiled upon Grandmother Dog and she KNEW that this new human Loved Grandmother Dog clear through her soul.

Suddenly the light grew so large and bright that Grandmother Dog had to look up to see what was causing so much brightness…almost like the sun was in the stable!

WOW Fuzzy!  Was it the sun? AT NIGHT?  In a barn?

No, Boom, it was a person…a really beautiful shiny person!  The person was so beautiful that Grandmother Dog had to sit down and stare.

This really beautiful person then talked to Grandmother Dog in DOG language!

Really, Fuzzy!  A person can actually talk and understand dog language?

This person could Boomer, because this person was an Angel sent from above, to guide people to the stable.  So the people could see the new little babe and to bring him gifts!

“Oh,” Grandmother Dog said.  “I wish I could give this child a gift.  If I could I would give him my protection for the rest of my life.”

The Angel then looked into Grandmother Dog’s eyes sending love and peace and wonder, filling Grandmother Dog’s heart near to bursting.

“That” said the Angel “Is what this day is all about…the love of this child is for everyone and everything in the whole world. You, Little Dog, understand that you are willing to give – out of pure love – to those around you — which is Christmas!  Christmas is the celebration of the birth of this little babe and the gift of love!   Then the lovely Angel reached down and gave Grandmother Dog a wondrous kiss right on HER nose!

This whole experience touched Grandmother Dog so much that she told every one of her children and admonished each child to pass this story down clear until this day and forever.

Now you know the story, Boomer, maybe someday you will be able to pass this story on to another dog.  That way the gift of love from the little babe and the beautiful angel will never fade away.

Gosh, Fuzzy!  That was something!  I will…I will pass this on, someday, I promise.

Good Boomer, I’m a little tired now.

Me too Fuzzy…I hope I can dream of this wonderful story.

Gosh. That was so neat, Fuzzy.

Merry Christmas, Boomer!

Thank you Fuzzy!  Merry Christmas to you!


Merry Christmas to everyone,

Fuzzy and Boomer