The canal in the spring, summer, and fall is just way too full of fast water for any of us to enjoy!
YIPPEEE!
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.
(We always figure out how to get part of the picnic food, so the trip is really yummy).
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.
Sigh!
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.
Boomer
Wonderful memories being made by those grandkids…..
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sounds about normal for hunting pup behavior. 🙂
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A dog’s gotta do what a dog’s gotta do. Somebody has to watch over things. BTW – Tom is really….um how can I say this politely? ….FAT!! Mom would put him on treat restriction, like she does to me.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
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Oh My, Boomer… Sounds as if Mom is a little MAD at you… Bet you didn’t enjoy sleeping outside while Fuzzy was inside and warm!!!!!! You had better stop chasing those foxes…. What if Mom made you stay INSIDE when she and Fuzzy went for a walk??? Bet that wouldn’t make you happy… SO–my advice: BEHAVE yourself.
Hugs,
Betsy
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Boomer, if you’re not careful you’re really going to get in trouble one of these days for not listening to Mom. I’m glad it wasn’t too cold when you had to sleep in the doghouse.
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Boomer! You should listen to your mom, see what happens? The canal looks like a great place in the winter for you two and the kids!
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Great story!!! Love it!!! Boomer Boomer Boomer!!! LOL You are quite the character!!! 😀
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Dogs get so much more news from walks that people ever could.
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Hi, I just came across your blog and I’m enjoying it very much! You have very beautiful pictures posted here! Happy New Year! ~Rose
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Canals and gullies – nature’s highways!
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What fun the grandkids have!! They have a sweet grandma that gives them snacks!
Boomer, you need to come when Mom calls! I’m sure it’s not fun sleeping outside all by yourself. But I know when a new smell comes along, it can be irresistible.
Beautiful header, Linda. Blessings!
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May next time Boomer will listen to Mom?! Yea right! 🙂 Not when there are new smells to be had….
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Glad to hear you got home, safely, Boomer. Please be careful and have a wonderful weekend! ♥
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The trip down the icy canal reminds me of the stories of the kids in Holland who used canals as highways in the winter. But I don’t remember them dealing with mice and foxes, All those smells must be amazing for a dog with a nose like yours, Boomer. No wonder you were too late to get home in time for a warm bed,
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great story from boomer. The shots of your canal are beautiful, what a great place for adventures.
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Lovely story LInda… do hope the farmer who keeps his dog out, feeds his new cat, so mice are only her fun !!!!!
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Ahhh Boomer…you need to learn to let well enough alone. Y’know there’s a reason we use the expression “in the doghouse.” Maybe next time, you’ll chose the warm house instead of the exciting smell. But I sorta doubt it.
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Well done to your mum for not trailing about looking for you. Perhaps you will come more quickly when she calls next time.
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good thing you have an understanding Mom but I bet you worry her so when you run off and don’t listen 🙂
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Next time Boomer, just tell Fuzzy “I gotta do what I gotta do”.
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I love these posts. ❤
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Wow, what photos. Even a fox! That’s fun!
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I love the picture of your Tom turkey…I like the white/black feathers. We used to have a tom turkey running the yard…he thought he was the king, but he was just an ordinary brown/black color.
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Poor Boomer…out gallavanting around too late that he missed bedtime. 🙂
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