The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—I Got To GO!!!

Tuesday afternoon, after a day of work, and me just hanging around the house being bored, Dad said “Let’s go for a ride around the place…just to get a change of scenery.”

Off we went, here there and everywhere…then way over by the equipment storage area Mom’s and my 4-wheeler just stopped.  We were moving along at a decent speed and it stopped.

Dead.

“It’s that CDI box,” Dad exclaimed in a very disgusted voice.  “I guess we will tow you back to the house.”

Pull

I think that was the first time I’ve ever ridden on Mom’s 4-wheeler when it didn’t make a sound.

Then the next day Mom said: “Come on, Boomer, you can go.  We have lots to do down at the other house, you might as well come along.”

YAY!

Ever since last fall when I got in the wonderful wonder goo down over the hill, from the other house Mom has not let me go with her down there.  If I get to go I have the hang-out with Mom the WHOLE TIME!

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So this was a huge treat!

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You see Mom and Dad were cutting down the front tree stump in the yard.

4I rode in the pick-up with Mom, then I hung out in the field,

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(looking for beef jerky and milk duds, but I didn’t let Mom know that.) and slept in the shade of the pick-up while my folks worked.

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We worked from early morning to late afternoon.  Only coming home for lunch.

Side-by-side

Sometimes I followed the tractor to the hollow by the Sage Brush hill.

It was a great day!  I had a marvelous time.

More-rest

After Mom fed me supper I hopped into my lounge chair, just letting all the food settle  you know.  :)

Rest

I watched the house for a long time, until gradually……………….The Old Sandman got me  ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

I guess I was a little tired.

Boomer

 

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter Nine

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter Nine

 “Okay. We’ll sit here for a spell, then we need to get on down the gated pipe.  Once there I’m thinking we will find the rabbits.”

“Why do you think that, Boomer?”

“I don’t know…just a feeling.” I mused.  Just a feeling.

Gradually, we stood up and meandered on…the squirrel brothers slipping and sliding their way on top of the gated pipe, I trotted alongside of the pipe.

Once we got to the dirt ditch Stanley and Stewart begged for a ride; climbing on we headed to the equipment storage area!

“WOW! TREES! And Bushes and farm equipment to scurry on” Stanley stood stock still and sighed a huge sigh of relief!  “Shade and a small little creek which is NOT frozen, Lets go get a drink!”

I had to agree a nice drink of water would be, well, Real Nice right now.  The three of us headed down the little grade into the thicket of trees, past the ticket right to the creek where we all stood in the water; lapping up HUGE mouthfuls of cold wet water!

Sure was refreshing!

“Hey, Boomer?”  Stewart scurried up to me and grabbed my long ear.

“What?”  I asked.  “Let go of my ear.  I can see you just fine I don’t need my ear pulled.”

“Oh!”  Well, Stanley and I are going to go play in the trees for a spell, even if it’s still winter those trees look really inviting!”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.  “While you are climbing trees I’m going to scout around and see if I can find the rabbits.”

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Putting my nose to the ground I headed to the first piece of equipment: No, nothing here…Quail… about fifteen or so.  Pheasants…three hens and male, oh(!)

Sniff, sniff, what’s this…wow! A whole pile of poop!  Sniff, snuff!

HALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  I bayed

HALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO!

“Ahem! Dog! What is all the noise about?

“Huh?”  I stopped short.

“Who is talking to me?” I yipped.

“Look up, dog!”

“Up?”

“Up.”

I stopped walking around and sat down and raised my eyes up, up, up into the trees.  “OH!  So this is YOUR poop?”

“Hum, Yes, I suppose it is.  Poop is, well, a natural reaction to eating, dog.”

“I know, I have just never smell so much of this kind of poop in one spot.  I smell it around the trees, sometimes, on our lawn, but nothing like this.  It’s just really COOL!”

Suddenly the air turned into a mini-devil twister; little leaves, feathers and splatters of dirt swirled around me.

“Whoo Whoo” the Great-Horned Owl said as she settled down on branch close to the ground. “Whoooooo are you?” she asked

“Sherlock Boomer, the Beagle, at your service, Ma’am.  May I ask why you are awake in the middle of the day?  Owls do all their work at night.”  I puzzled out loud.

“I am awake because of you, Sherlock Boomer, the Beagle.”
“Me?”

“Yes, remember all that baying and howling not long ago?  You woke me up.”

“Oh, oops, sorry!”

“That’s okay.  I’m Ruth, The Big-Horned Owl, by-the-way.  What are you doing under my tree?”

“Hi, Ruth!  I’m over here looking for our rabbits.  You see we have a family of rabbits that used to live next to the hay stack yard, but I haven’t seen them for several days now.  Mom always flings out a couple of handfuls of corn every morning for the rabbits, the birds, squirrels, and anybody who would like a morning snack to eat.  Everyone has come to snack bar, but the rabbits.  I’ve been really concerned of that fact—-shudder, shake, tremble—-the coyotes have slipped down into the farm yard snacked on my rabbits.”

“Hummm, you know owls are very wise creatures, don’t you?  That is why they are called Wise Old Owls…let me see your paw…….maybe I can tell where the rabbits are by reading the lines on your pads.”

“My PAW?!”

“Why yes, Sherlock Boomer.  The lines on your pads can tell me many things about you.”

“But I don’t want to know anything about ME, I want to know where the rabbits have gone. I don’t see how looking at the lines on my pads can tell you anything about the rabbits.  You need to read the lines on the rabbit’s foot, not Mine!” I exclaimed.

“Well, I suppose that is true, Sherlock Boomer, but in this case the rabbits are not here and you are.”

“Ruth” I growled.  “Just take a flying leap into the sky and see if you can see my rabbits anywhere.  That will help more than reading my paw.”

Ruth just looked at me and gave me a huge stare with her big round golden eyes.  Slowly she let one eye lid drop over her eye and gave me a wink. “Here’s a riddle, just for you, Sherlock Boomer: what is round and wrinkled, has long green limbs, and hangs out next to the big dragon who eats cornstalks?  When you figure that out you will find your bunnies.”

Ruth chirped a laugh.  Spreading her very wide wings she gave a silent push off from the ground and headed way back up to her branch on the tree.

“Good night, dog! See you around mid-night or later just before first light. I have to get some sleep now.”

There I sat…still not knowing anything more than when I arrived here.  Oh wait yes I did…I now know WHOOOOO made that pile of fragrant poop at the bottom of this tree.

Giving a couple of quick squirts on the owl poo I headed out of the thicket of trees to give all of Dad’s farm equipment some good sniffs.

Really not much here lots of dried grass smells, fresh cow pies with soften bits of corn in them, a trail of a cat or two…birds all sorts of birds….no baby cows yet…love the beef jerky and milk duds, which come when we have lots of calves on the place.

“HEY, Boomer!  You about ready to go?  Stanley and I have climbed every tree and bush around here and we are bored.”

“Yeah, Boomer, isn’t it about time we headed home?” Stewart whined.

“Not yet, you Squirrels.  I’m on a mission to find the rabbits.  You knew that when you signed on to come with me.”

“But they aren’t here, Boomer.  Let’s go, PLEAAAAAAAAAASEEEEEE!”  They screeched in unison.

“Okay,” I conceded, “We will check one more place then head back home.  If they aren’t at the Apricot Tree I don’t think they will be anywhere over on this side of farm.  I know they aren’t at Hank’s house, because—Well, Hank Puff would eat them.”

“HANK!  We ARE NOT GOING TO HANK’S HOUSE ARE WE, BOOMER?  Hank likes to eat squirrels also.”

“No, boys, we aren’t going on to Hank’s house.  It just wouldn’t do any good.  Hank guards his place well, not even a skunk tries to live around Hank’s house.”

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“No we’ll check out the apricot tree then cut across the pinto bean field, and both of the corn fields until we get back home. I sure hope we find the rabbits soon.”

With that the two squirrel brothers hopped onto Sherlock Boomer’s back and grabbed hold of his fur.  “One more stop then home.”

“Yes, one more stop, then we head back home.”

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter Eight

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter Eight

“Gosh, Boomer…that’s a whole mile and a half away!”

“It is, but we really need to find out what has happened to the rabbits.  I’m thinking we might find them over at the equipment area.”

“Okay, hop on we still have lots of ground to cover.”

I started to trot up the first hill…whew! It’s hot and the squirrels are getting heavy.  Slowing down I paced myself to take steps like I was pulling a train, one foot in front of the other.  Gradually I made it to the top of the hill.  Standing there panting I saw I still had the other hill to go.

True it isn’t a big hill, but it’s still a hill and I have four pounds on my back…I collapsed.

“I can’t do it, boys! It’s too hot and I’m too tired; you are just going to have to scamper up by yourselves.  I don’t even know if I can get myself up there.”

With that I started crawling over to an old dried out rabbit brush so I could hunker down in the shade.

“WAKE-UP BOOMER!  WAKE-UP!”  Stewart was pulling on my dog whiskers, yelling at me.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzort!   “I’m awake.  I just had to take a short rest before we traveled on.”

stopped

“We’ve got to get to going”, Stanley solemnly said, standing right in front of my muzzle…we saw two coyotes eyeballing the pond.  I think they are wanting to get a drink.  If they go down there they will smell our scent and track us to here!”

“HUH! Coyotes?!?!”  I jumped up and started trotting…”Come on then we just have to make to the top of that rise and we are at the alfalfa field and the cement ditch.  There will be lots of cows in the alfalfa field so we should be safe.”

Or at least safer, I muttered to myself.

Gradually we made it to the top of the last hill. I stood still and gave the air huge sniffs.  I sniffed north, south, east and west!  Nothing!  Just the smell of cows and more cows!

“Safe!” I proclaimed!

“YAY!” the squirrel brothers yelled.

Ditch

“Let’s see who can make it to the other end the fastest.” Stanley challenged his brother.  Giving me a backward glance they were in the cement ditch scampering and dodging each other, playing roller blades on squirrel feet.

Sniff

I stood and watched them for a spell, then put my nose to the ground. I followed a couple of mice trails until they buried themselves in the side of the farm road.  I sniffed along for a long time but nothing interesting caught my attention.

Then I lifted my head and took a good sniff of the air—cows, many calves, crows, a couple of ravens, oh! A Hawk—red-tailed hawk by the smell.  Well, nothing to be concerned about.

Okay, guess I had better get back to business. I started trotting on down the ditch.

Stanley and Stewart were waaaaaaaaaay down there.  I better do a sprint and catch up with them.  I see a couple of the cows have become interested in what they are doing…I don’t want the cows to spoke those squirrels and the squirrels run off.

Putting my feet to the ground I shoved off into a full out run, arriving at the squirrels long before the cows started moving toward them.

We were also at the end of the cement ditch, not far now to the equipment storage area.

“Hop on over the farm road and skitter on up on the gated pipe, boys! We are almost to our goal!”  I gave Stanley a gentle shove with my nose to get him moving.

“Hey, Boom!  We need a rest now. That was a long haul down that ditch.”

“And,” chimed in Stewart.  “We ran the WHOLE way.”

“Okay. We’ll sit here for a spell, then we need to get on down the gated pipe.  Once there I’m thinking we will find the rabbits.”

“Why do you think that, Boomer?”

“I don’t know…just a feeling.” I mused.  Just a feeling.
Stay tuned for the Unexpected Find at the Equipment Storage area!

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Robins

SIDE DETECTION

The Robins have returned!  Mom is so happy she stopped at the store and bought a bag of mealy worms.  I stuck my nose into the bag, but…whew!  It didn’t smell so good.

Then Mom, Dad and I went for a 4-wheeler ride and checked on the cows and calves.

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They are all looking good.  Mom thinks there are about 10-15 cows left to calve.

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That’s a good thing because they cows all have to leave next week.

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The bigger the calf is the better to hoof it down the hill to their next pasture. (It isn’t far, just down the hill from our other house, but a long way when you are brand new.)

Hank-the-cow-dog

Hank’s HERE!  We’ve had a great time already…we’ve barked Mr. Davis down the road, Hank has barked at all the cows a few times (it always gets him yelled at… ‘Hank, stop!  You can’t bark at the cows’!)    We’ve checked out all the buildings and the equipment by the farm yard and hung out in the house with the little kids.

Oh, yes…the little girls are here and their Mom.  My Mom says Hank and his family get to stay here clear until Sunday afternoon!

I know Hank and I’ll be tired when they hit the road, but it will be a good tired.

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Calf Check

In a small break in the weather, meaning no snow and a melt of sorts, (But no sun) Mom, Dad and I loaded up on the four-wheelers and headed out to check the cows and calves.

Calf

 

If you look where the big white arrow is pointing you will see a tiny calf.  Mom has her baby all snuggled up and warm against here body.

Brand-New

 

See the brand new baby trying to get up.  Mom just gave birth here.

All the cows are really tame, we can drive through them (slowly) and they never spook. I ride all the time, because just seeing me trotting alongside WOULD spook them.  Mom says I have to stay right next to her.

New

This one is hidden behind the equipment at the equipment storage area.

Mr. Davis and his daughter check them twice a day, sometimes three times a day always, always making sure the moms and babies are doing okay.  If there is one that is having trouble Mr. Davis and Theresa load them up and take them back to their really nice barn on the ranch.

For us, Mom, Dad and Myself, Boomer the Beagle,—we go out on the off-times to makes sure all is well.  Just this morning we heard the coyotes moving around in the cows, never a good thing.

Minutes-OldSo far all is right with our world.

Boomer

 

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter Five

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter Five

 

Okay! We made it!  I dumped the two bushy-tailed squirrels off my back and flung myself down on the ground. Whew!  It was hot and those squirrels had to weigh two pounds each AT LEAST!

“WOW!  Boomer this is beautiful up here!”  Stanley chirped.

Fox-Homes

“It’s HUGE!” exclaimed Stewart. “HUGE!  And look at that great big pile of old logs just thrown every which way.”

“COME ON, BOOMER!  LET’S GO PLAY!”  The Squirrel brothers took off through the sea of grass heading toward the old logs.

Just as fast as they went into the sea of grass the squirrel brothers came plowing their way BACK to me!

“WAIT! WHOA! WHOA!  What is this all about?” I put up my paw to slow them down.

“COWS, BOOMER! LOTS OF THEM! You didn’t tell us the cows where at the Upper End!”

“Well, actually I didn’t KNOW the cows were up here.  The last time I was up here with Mom there weren’t any cows.”

“They are here now!” Stewart stamped his tiny foot.

“What’s so bad about the cows, we have cows in here every year.  It just must be that time of year to have the cows on the farm.”

“COWS chase SQUIRRELS, Boomer! And if they catch the squirrel they will stomp on them!”

“Na, boys.  Cows only chase coyotes.  They don’t chase squirrels.”

“Aaaa, Boomer?”

“Yeah?”

“Are coyotes part of the dog family?”

“Yes, that’s what Fuzzy told me one time.”

“Are you a D.O.G., Boomer?”

“OH, my goodness!  You are so right!  I AM A DOG! I am a dog and coyotes are dogs and cows CHASE DOGS!!!”

“UM, Yes!” the squirrel brothers sang in-chorus. “You are a dog.”

Well, now let’s see.  Fuzzy always told me that, if a cow starts to chase you, just slink way down and start creeping toward her (toward her? Shiver, shake) all the while giving her the old evil eye.  She will lower her head and blow snot at you, but just keep creeping forward, then turn slightly toward her left or right side and stop in mid-creep.  Continue to give her the old evil eye—pretty soon she will just shake her head and turn herself around and mosey on back to the herd.

Hole-and-Fox-and-Boomer

“Well, that does present a problem; that is for sure.  But I think we should go ahead and check out the log piles; the cows are up by the Sagebrush Hill not anywhere close to the log piles.   If the cows decide to charge us we will just dive into the log piles.”

“Doesn’t Foxy and Red LIVE in the log piles?”

“Humm, yes, I think they do, but once the cows come they move on over to the backside of the Sagebrush Hill.  I’ll bet they are already gone.  Besides I was coming up here to tell Foxy and Red to come down to the wood pile by the trash cans so they can eat all the mice that have invaded the log pile at the house.”

“Oh, you didn’t tell us THAT!”  Stanley fairly screamed.  “Not only are we headed into FOX country, you are inviting them to THE FARM YARD where WE LIVE!”  Stewart folded his little arms across his chest and gave me the most evil look possible.

“Fair enough!” I sat down and whapped my tail apologetically on the ground.  “Since you LIVE with us in the farm yard, and the fox live up here, I won’t invite them down to catch mice.”

“Hummph!”  Stanley and Steward glared at me, then TURNED THEIR BACKS TO ME!!

Goodness.  Now what do I do.

“All right!  Furthermore, I’ll make a quick dash through the sea of grass over to the old tree logs and see if Foxy and Red are there.  If they are there I’ll come back and I’ll carry you on my back all the way home as fast as I can run.”

Still nothing.

“I WON’T TELL THEM ABOUT THE MICE!”  I barked very loudly at them.

Silence.

“Okay, if they are NOT there I come back you can ride on my back through the sea of grass to the old dead tree logs and have a good play on the logs.  Take it or leave it this is all I’m going to do.  If you don’t like anything I said then I’m going through the sea of grass and you, Stanley, and you, Stewart, can figure out your own way back to the farm yard.”  As soon as I said that I started trotting toward the edge of the sea of grass. Keeping my nose in the air…cows, yep.  Been up on the Plateau they smell like snow, oak brush and dried grass, no calves yet, where are Foxy and Red…not here…must have left a day or so ago…faint fox smell but nothing really strong, deer…smells like Momma Deer and Princess…ah! Yes! The King Deer was here….very faint smell of those mangy coyotes.  Faint.  I’m pretty sure it’s safe to head into the sea of ….

“BOOMER!  WAIT! WE WANT TO GO WITH YOU!”

HUH!?  Oh yeah I just about forgot I had the Squirrel brothers with me.

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“You want to go into the sea of grass?”

“YES!” Stanley and Stewart chittered at me!  “YES!  WE WANT TO GO WITH YOU!”

“Okay, are you riding or walking?”

“Is it safe?”

“Safe” I answered.

“Then we are running!” they said as they bounded by me and plunged into the sea of grass.

Stay tuned for Chapter 6 where the Squirrels have leaps and bounds of unfettered joy.

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Hank Came

Hank came to visit!

Hank Puff Cake McCormick.  Well, his whole family came to visit, but I was much more interested in Hank.  Hank and I do lots of things together, he even sleeps on the back porch with me.  Hank sleeps where Fuzzy slept and I sleep where I always sleep.

The first night here Hank kept going outside and doing naughty things. The first time Hank went out and barked at the cows…Mom got up and scolded Him and made him come back to bed.

Cat

Then around mid-night Mom smelled a skunk…getting up and checking on us she saw that Hank was NOT on his side of the porch… “HANK! You get in HERE!”  She hollered.

Pole

Thankfully Hank has just gone out and was still standing on the back step when Mom called him.  Back in he came, which was a good thing, because there really was a skunk out by the trash cans.  (Hank is not known to ovoid skunks…just saying. I do—I got sprayed once.  Once was enough, I make SURE to ovoid them at all costs now.)

Huimm

The third time Hank barreled out the back door Mom was right behind him. Mom was up putting wood in the woodstove so Hank didn’t get too far out the door again.  This time Mom locked the door.  Just as she locked the door she saw the Fox move through the yard.

F!

“Oh, Hank!  What are we going to do with you?  Stay IN!”  There is too much trouble out there, for you to get into, and then have to travel all the way back to Craig.”

Hank looked at a very mad Mom, hung his head and settled in to sleep the good sleep.

The next two nights Hank was decent and didn’t barrel out the backdoor every two or three hours.  Which is a good thing, because Mom was getting very tired of his barking all night stuff.

MIDDLE DETECTION

Still we had lots of fun in the daytime, but the most fun was when Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs came through the yard to check on the cows.  Twice a day they drive through…morning and evening.  Twice a day Hank and I barked them down the lane and hollered at the three cow dogs in the back of the pick-up.

Suddenly it was time for Hank to leave.  The family packed up the van and loaded up Hank and drove down the road…sigh.

OH! Well!  He will be back, until then I’ll bark Mr. Davis and his three cow dogs down the lane and through the farm yard!

Yes I will!

Boomer

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter Four

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter Four

 Momma Deer and Princess took off walking – pretty soon they were bounding away going so fast there was no way my short beagle legs could keep up with them.

Oh, well, that’s alright!  There are things I need to check on before I get to the Upper End.

“Boomer!”

“Hey, Boomer, wait up!  Where are you going?”  Monkey meowed at me.

Cat

“Up to the Upper End, Monk.  You had better not go with me, it’s a mile away and there are fox, badgers, raccoons, and coyotes up there.  You would NOT be safe.”

“Oh, (shudder) the Upper End.  You sure you want to go, Boomer?”

“Well, yeah.  I’m checking on the rabbits.  We haven’t had any rabbits in the corrals for a few days now; I want to see what has happened to them.”

Monkey flopped herself down and started rolling in the dirt, squirming this way and that.  Then she started batting at her tail, causing little puffs of soil to fling up and land on her face!

“Monkey, you are making a mess of yourself.  Mom will grab you before you come and give you a good brushing down.”

“Oh, well, Boomer.  Sometimes a little dirt in the fur is perfect for getting rid of itchy winter skin.”

Silly

I just stared at her as she twisted this way and that…suddenly Monkey jumped up and scrammed up the hay stack back drop and scampered to the middle of the boards.

“What’s up with you?” I hollered!

Nails

“STANLEY”!  She screamed back. As she hide behind the backstop boards.

Stanley…Oh, no! Stanley!  I turned around just in time to see Stanley and his twin brother Stewart running straight toward me!

BAM!

Both squirrels banged right into me, knocking all of us down.

“WHOA, boys! What’s the big hurry?”

“We decided to go WITH you Boomer.  All the way to the Upper End!  We’ve been wondering what has happened to the rabbits ourselves.”

I thought seriously of kicking up dust and high-tailing it out of here, but they said the magic words—rabbits.

“You’ve been wondering where the rabbits have disappeared too?”

“Yes”, they chirped in chorus.  “We haven’t seen the rabbit family for several days now—do you think the fox have eaten them?  Do you think those scheming coyotes have slipped down into the farm yard while everyone was asleep and snacked on the bunnies?”

I shuddered at the thought.  Then I started to quiver and quake, my legs got weak and I felt like falling down. Coyotes.  I’m not very brave around coyotes.  I used to have Fuzzy to help me stay safe, but now it’s just me.  All alone, I fell to the ground and lay there panting.

I looked up at those loud and noisy squirrels, they just sat there with their tails all up and forming a perfect question mark, little black shiny eyes looking right at me laying there with my head between my paws.

“Okay”, I panted, gradually getting back up, first in a sitting position, then on all four feet. “Let’s go…we MUST find out what has a happened to the rabbit family.

I reached out a paw and shook paws with Stanley and then Stewart “Okay, for now the game of Squirrels and dog is off.  From this point on we are partners in the Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits.

Maybemice

“Partners” they both screamed!  Bounding off they scampered past Monkey who was now hiding under the hay tarp, and headed up the road.

“Hey, Wait for ME!” I barked.  “First stop at the hidey-hole by the water pipe.”

Have you ever seen a beagle run?  We are fast! First I lifted my nose to the air, gave a loud bay, then I was off!

For a short ways the squirrel brothers were ahead of me, then I put all the power in my muscles and did a flat out run.

I beat them to the hidey hole!  Tee Hee

I sat by the hidey hole for a good three minutes before they got to me.  I wanted to pant, but I didn’t want them to see me panting. So I held my tongue, so to speak.

First Stewart got to me…he stopped and rolled over on his back …he looked like a flat pancake he was so tired.  Then Stanley skidded to stop right next to Stewart and fell on the ground face forward.

“Hey, Boom!  If we are going to go with you, you can’t run so hard and fast and leave us in the dust.”

“Yes”, Stanley, huffed and puffed, if you don’t want to meet any coyotes by yourself, you are going to either wait for us or let us ride once in a while.  This was just way too much.”

Hummmm, maybe Stanley has a good thought, I mused to myself.

“Okay, from now on I’ll walk and if you get tired you can climb on my back and ride awhile.  Will that work?”

Both Squirrels pushed themselves up and stood straight and tall, together they chattered “We are with you all the way, Boomer!”

Don’t stop reading now…Chapter Five finds us at the Upper End!

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Too Much IS Too Much!

“Let’s go, Boomer!”  Mom said as she walked out the back door.  “Time to go see if there are any babies.”

GO!  I’m always ready for GO!  I trotted right behind Mom, then I gave a little jump and hit my head on Mom’s left hand!  I’m here, Mom!  I’m ready!

Mom stopped walking and knelt down and gave me lots of rubs and pets. I smiled so big the sun didn’t seem so bright!

“Okay, Boomie-Boo, Dad’s already got the gate down and on his four-wheeler, let’s get ours and head out.”

Off-we-go

Mom lifted me up on back, ever since I blew my knee out, Mom won’t let me jump up on the back of the four-wheeler or the pick-up.  She picks me up every time.  ‘Your knee has healed, Boom-dog; it needs to stay that way’.

Cow-Trails

Off we went…first to the equipment area, then down into the bulrushes, which is by the alfalfa field —see the paths the cows are making.  If one goes they all go the same way.

Sage-Brush-Hill Then over to Coyote Hill, into all the fields, through the Rabbit Brush Jungle, over on the Rocky Point to look down into the Back Forty, then the Upper End; and onto Sage Brush field going past the pond.   After which we drove the mile to home. It was a BLAST! (Since it’s been rather warm here the wind in my fur felt really nice!)

SoonAnyway, no calves yet, but soon.

When we got home my oldest sister was there waiting for us with her pack: A Rottweiler–Rocky the Chaco Man, Houston (Houston can climb trees) she is a Mountain Cur Hound, Molly a Blue Tick Hound, Beauty a Black Lab and Etta and Shiloh, White Cloud Walker Hounds.

Hounds-and-a-Lab

They are all hollering and yelling at me to go with them for a run down in the Rubidoux Canyon, I jumped up and put my paws on the truck, so Mom put me in the back with them.

Too-Much

Suddenly they all started screaming at me, hollering and baying and yelling…it was just toooooooooo much!

Jump

SO I JUMPED OUT!!!

Mom was highly alarmed that I hurt my knee again, but I didn’t.  Which was good.  I hid behind Mom and I hugged her legs.  I AM NOT GOING WITH ALL THOSE LOUD DOGS, MOM!  I pled with her.  One or two at a time but not EVERYONE!!!

Mom reached down and petted me, “That’s okay, Boomer!  You don’t have to go— sometimes too much company is just too much.”

Everyone gave me lots of pets and belly rubs.

Then Shannon got in her truck and drove off…all the dogs barking.  I heard them baying as they passed the other house heading toward the canyon.

Whew I’m glad I didn’t have to go!

My-Boomer

A very relieved,

Boomer the Beagle

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Flat Stanley

“Hey, Boom!  Wanta go to the mailbox with me?”  Mom asked as she stopped by my dog house. I was taking in the sun, sound asleep.

You see the sun had just made its way to shine fully into my doghouse warming up the interior and me!

I was stretched clear out having a good dream.

HUH! I woke-up in a flash.  “I do!”  I said with big grin as I trotted off behind Mom.

The walk to the mail box takes a little time; you see we have to go ‘down the lane’ to get on the main road. Once down at the road we have to walk a little way down the road to the mail box.  Mom doesn’t want me on the main road so I hang back by the culvert until she gets back from the mail box.

F!

Down we went…I sniffed here and there all the way down…Foxy and Red passed by—Pepper walked across the road and left a few smells for me.

Back home Mom sat down on the back step and started opening the mail! “Oh! Boomie, guess what?  Rory and his second grade classmates from an Elementary School in the deep-south has made a Flat Stanley at the first of this year’s school year.  Rory’s Flat Stanley has gone to several states then to a blog friend, Sara.– (http://morefavoritesheep.blogspot.com/) Sara has sent Flat Stanley to us.”

“Flat Stanley!!?”

“Come on, Boomer! You and Flat Stanley are going to have a great time.”

Flat-Stanley-and-Tractor

So off we went—first Flat Stanley took a ride on the 630 John Deere tractor, then he checked out the hay yard, after that we came in and had lunch.  Mom took photos so she could send them back to Rory’s second grade class.

“It’s time to say good-bye to our little friend, Boomer.”  I’m putting him in the mail to go visit a cotton farm in Littlefield, Texas on the next post.

Flat-Stanley-and-Boomer

I graciously said good-bye to Flat Stanley and wished him a great trip traveling here and there and everywhere.

Good-bye, Flat Stanley Mom and I hope Rory enjoys seeing the world through your eyes!

Boomer