The canal in the spring, summer, and fall is just way too full of fast water for any of us to enjoy!
What snow we have melts and forms really nice ice slicks that we get to play on.
The grandkids walk all the way over (From Their House to Our House) in the canal!
They even bring their little friends. Once here my Mom gives them snacks enough they can have a ‘picnic’ down at the bridge or along the canal someplace flat. Fuzzy and I go with them. Hank is along so we have lots of things we can do while the kids are slipping and sliding and singing along.
Even Sam-the cat goes with us!
On the way back Fuzzy and I spend extra time checking out the news along the banks…hummm here is a muskrat hole—better let Dad know—tons of mice have scampered here and there and everywhere—oh! The neighbor down the road, who leaves their dog out in all sorts of weather, has a cat…yep…the cat was up here searching for mice…lots and lots of news, you see.
Last night I—me, sweet little Boomer-Boo—got myself in pickle!
See a new fox came up the canal…I could smell him here and there and everywhere; while Mom and Fuzzy walked I followed the fox. I went a long ways, yes I heard Mom hollering for me…but HOW COULD I LEAVE THIS EXCITING SMELL?!?!
So I went down the canal and then trotted down the road, (Mom called several more times) then I trotted back up the road, when I figured out that the fox had just passed back down the canal. I spent lots of time out there.
I’m sure he was interested in finding Tom…but Tom is locked up in a warm poultry house so the fox’s trip was useless.
When I got back to the house, the outside lights were off, the house lights were out and Fuzzy was inside sound asleep.
I jumped up on the door and peered inside…nope, nobody up.
I had to go sleep in the snug-a-bug-doghouse.
I had to sleep out there from one in the morning until Mom got up at five. She didn’t say anything except: “Boomer! Would you like to come in”?
I was awake in a flash…and in the house before Fuzzy even opened his eyes.
The trip around the canal and down the road was exciting, but sleeping in the snug-as-a-bug doghouse just okay.
When I got inside, Fuzzy asked me if I was ever going to figure out how to not stretch things out too far.
I really, really don’t know.