The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Hay Run


Going♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Boomer! ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸ ¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪ LET’S GO!


WHAT!  You want me, MOM?


OH!  There you are!   My Boomer!  ♪♫❤♪♫❤

HereCOMING, MOM!!!   ❤⊱彡



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Good Boy, Boomer! Lets go home now!  (Hugs)





The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Miserable

wet-1.jpgIt’s raining here again!  Lots of rain.  Too much rain.

There has been spots of sunshine mostly dribs and drabs of SUNSHINE!

We love the sunshine, Mom and I.  Well, I think everyone does.  Every time it shines we all go outside and do happy dances.  Mom says there are people in California and other places who would trade places with us anytime.


“Yes,” she said, “They would go outside and do happy dances in the rain. “They are missing the rain and we are missing the sunshine.”


Anyway, Shiloh and Etta came up and played for a spell.



They pretty much chased Sam up a tree and kept him there.  I didn’t care to play that game.  Sam and I are friends.

RideIn a spot of sunshine I got to go for a ride.  Dad was checking on how the other farmer’s corn was doing.

WalkMom, Dad and I all went for a walk, well we pretty much do that lots of times throughout the day, but this time we walked up and checked on one of the transmission pipes.

Of course it rained some more.

Mom went to town and I waited for her until she returned


YAY!  Mom came back.  She had groceries and a BIG juicy bone just for me!

WaitingI always go out and check who has been walking on the farm.   Mostly I have been spending my time in the house sleeping by the woodstove, toasting one side then the other.  Mom says it’s strange to be burning the woodstove this time of year—as for me.

I think it’s nice.



Outside is—well, Miserable.


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—A Hat and a Coat

A surprise arrived from my sister and brother-in-law, who live in Grand Junction, Colorado.

It was a Mother’s Day present for Mom, but in reality, it was a gift FOR ME!!!  Boomer!  Boomer Brown! (I love saying my name! BOOMER, BOOMIE BROWN!)

Sherlock Boomer!


Now I can wear this when I’m on the case.

Not only that—



I’m the face of the Beagle wearing the hat on the lady’s, Gale Moore’s web page of Doggy Duds!


Sherlock Boomer Brown, Your Servant and Detective Extraordinaire



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Nothing Much to Do

Mom and Dad sure have been busy.  So busy I haven’t got anything to do.

Sure has been boring.


I tried following Mom while planting sweet corn, but it was just WAY too hot.

Panting down the rows is well…Boring!


Sam didn’t want to do anything but lay on the outside furniture and sleep.

That’s boring.

Mom got out the brush and comb and gave me a good going over…there was a pile of fur when she was done.  The sitting still was—well, boring.


But having all the fur off —Great!

Gosh…(sigh)…there is nothing fun to do.  Nothing!


Wait!?  What do I hear?






Now That was FUN!



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—When the Folks are Away

Don’t let anyone tell you there isn’t a very active night life on a farm or ranch…if you do let them tell you and you believe it —-YOU ARE WRONG!!! ♪♫❤♪♫❤


There is all sorts of activity.  Visits from the–


Tall, sleek, svelte

Pole Cat

Those reeking of perfume


Gorgeous and dangerous


A Monkey


Mischief makers


And those



who protect the place


Then Mom and Dad come Home…

YAY, I just report the news.  I let Sam protect the place.




Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! The Conclusion

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

The Conclusion


Following the road around the Butler bins Sam, Monkey and I walked a short distance when Sam stopped in front of one of the extra corn combines, “There is your Green Corn Eating Dragon, Boomer” he said as he walked up to the combine and jumped up into the wheel well of one of the big tires.

Huh—Corn? Green? Shish!  I felt like a fool.   I know what combines are for, heck I even guard the combines over behind the barn, I guess I just never thought about a combine as a dragon.

“Ruth, must think combines are like dragons” Monkey exclaimed as she hopped onto the wooden panels blocking the weather from the combine.
If she thinks the combine is a dragon –”


“—She must think the roller is a metal tub” I finished as I started sniffing around the roller.  (Dad has farm equipment every which where-I knew where he kept the roller—the roller is to smash down the clods after he plows—over here, I just never thought about checking the roller for the rabbits.


Sniff, sniff…”There you are!  I’ve been missing you, why did you move over here, you are missing out on all the free corn Mom throws out every morning!”  I exclaimed, as the bunnies started hopping out of the roller.

Bea, the Momma Bunny looked at me with her solemn big eyes and very fast moving nose—“Safety.” She answered.  Our home was just not safe anymore…the fox can dig, the coyotes can dig and the owl waits until we hop about searching for seeds and grass, then she swoops down and tries to gab one of us. I decided it was time to find something safer.  When I came upon this round tube I knew nothing could dig us up, or gab us as we came out to get food and water. All we have to do is stay close under all this green equipment.”

“Yay!” Sammy, Monkey, and I cheered! “We found the rabbits and they are safe!”  We high-fived each other.


“I’m glad you are safe, Rabbits. Very glad!” I touched my nose to the tip of Bea’s nose.  “I’m very glad you are safe.”

With that Sam, Monkey, and I headed into the house, the rabbits hopped briskly into the roller; out on the land we could hear the yipping of the coyote’s way over on Coyote Hill and the yowl of fox on the wind.  High on top of the largest Butler Bin, Ruth sang us a plaintive song about the loss of a lovely rabbit dinner.

In the east a big silver moon was rising promising a beautiful night.  “Let’s head on in, cats, and see what’s for our supper. Good night, Rabbits.  Good Night, Ruth, Thanks for telling us where the rabbits are.”

With that we headed in to house to our food bowls and warm spots by the wood stove.

A very satisfied beagle,

Sherlock Boomer


The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Wet/Cold/Snow/Wind/Rain/Mud

Play I don’t have much to say today.  We, meaning Mom, Dad and Myself, are still trying to get the water down the fields, morning and night, sometimes noon and afternoon.


I like irrigation season, but I sure don’t like this rain/snow/wind/rain/snow/mud stuff we are having now.  I still go, but I get really wet—my belly and my legs.  I need longer legs, I guess.


(There is mud out there, don’t let this fool you.)

Anyway, it’s so nasty and wet today, Mom told me I had to STAY at the house, ON my bed, in my BEDROOM.  She didn’t know but I STAYED right by the wood stove until I heard the 4-wheelers drive into the yard, then I slipped ever so quickly onto my bed in my bedroom.


There I was sitting there like I was ready to go outside, just as innocent as you please.  Mom came in and gave me lots of pets and a hug; said I was a good doggie all nice and dry and warm.  I agree—good dog, dry, warm…I gave her a huge smile and a kiss on the hands!

Other than lots of sleeping, not much going on.  I think the cats have it figured out…Mom and Dad get cold, wet and muddy.  We stay warm and dry!

Sun(What we woke up too.)




Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter 12

Sherlock Boomer

Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits!

Chapter 12

 I started barking LOUD WARNING BARKS!  The dust from the Devil Twister started getting bigger and bigger growing into a huge circle that was about to swallow me up!


The dust started flinging into my eyes and my mouth; causing me to choke and sputter to a stop!

Hack, cough gag! I closed my mouth and sat down, lifting my right paw I started dabbing at my eyes so I could get rid of the dust clogging up my eyeballs.

Suddenly I felt the wind stop, but I still couldn’t see— my eyeballs were closed and I had fallen to the ground covering up each eye with my paws.  Then I FELT a shadow fall over me…HAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  I moaned…pitifully.  OHHHHHH…I’m a goner…oh!!!

“Boomer? Why ya lying flat in the dirt with your eyes behind your paws?”

Huh?! I know that voice.  Gradually removing one paw and opening my eyelid a tiny slit I saw: “RUTH!”

I was so happy I jumped up and bayed her name, doing swirly circles as I celebrated the fact there wasn’t danger in the combine yard.  It was just RUTH!!!

“Ruth!  Did you see that horrible dirt monster flinging feathers and dust and little pebbles everywhere?  It was right here a moment ago!  Horrible dirt devil, just horrible!”  I looked around the combine yard trying to see if the dirt devil was hiding under one of the combines or next to the grain trucks.

“Dirt Devil, Boomer?  I haven’t seen any Dirt Devils since last fall, and I don’t see one now.”

“It was here, Ruth! Huge and wild and full of little bits of rocks and lots of dirt and grey feathers.”

“Grey feathers?  Did you say grey feathers?”

“Yes, it was twisting and twisting and growing bigger and bigger.  I tried to get Mom to come save the combines, but she didn’t hear me.”

“On, Boomer, tee hee, hahahahaha, bahahahaha, snort chuckle”  Ruth was laughing so hard she had tears coming out of her eyes AND she was gripping the sides of her stomach like she was having a stitch or something from laughing so hard.

“What,” I mumbled.

“That wasn’t a Dirt Devil is was ME!”


“Yes, ME.  I was taking my morning dust bath (my morning- your late evening) before I start my work for the day, er night, er day.  Oh, you get what I mean.”

I gave Ruth a blank stare as she used the tips of her wings to wipe the tears streaming out of her eyes.

“Humph! A dust bath. What self-respecting sniffing dog would ever have guessed it was you taking a Dust Bath?”

“Oh, well,” I gave Ruth a big doggie smile. “All is well, that ends well.”

“Say, Dog?”  Ruth sort of duck walked over to me…well, Ruth waddled over to me…aaaaah, Ruth the Wise Old Owl walked over to me— “Have you found the rabbits yet.”

“No, I haven’t.  I’ve been to the Upper End, skirted the Back Forty, checked out the Equipment Storage Area, did a little run up to the Apricot Tree (where I met you by the way) and boogied myself home.  Where I arrived in just the perfect time to bark the Mail Man down the lane.  But find the missing rabbits I have not.”

“Remember, Boom Dog, you need to look for the round metal thing with green legs by the Corn Eating Dragon.  If you look there…I’m more than sure you will find the family of bunnies.” With that Ruth opened her huge (I MEAN HUGE) wings, gave a couple of flaps and lifted herself off into the early evening sky.  I’m sure she also gave a really evil chuckle as she lifted off.


Sigh…the evil Corn eating dragon, huge metal tub, green legs…my dream kept racing behind my eyes.  I grew faint in the legs just thinking about searching for the DRAGON!

Sitting there in the growing evening, thankfully it was still daylight, the sun wasn’t sitting just YET, but close, I almost gave up the quest to find the missing rabbits.

Then I remembered Fuzzy…Fuzzy never gave up. Heck, as Fuzzy got older I would often times take off running and barking from the dog houses to the grain bins just to play a trick on Fuzz.  He would follow right behind barking and yipping…then when he got there and figured out it was a trick—he never got upset.  Just started sniffing around to see if there was anything interesting we could check out.  ‘Never give up’ he used to say. ‘It will always turn out for the best.’

Girding myself, I sent a little prayer to Fuzz…’Hey, my old pal, if you can see me right now, I need some help.  I can’t find the rabbits—Ruth, the Wise Old Owl says there is a big green corn eating dragon next to a big metal tub on green legs I need to find BEFORE I can find the rabbits.  I need you to help me, Fuzz.  I really need your help!’


I was sitting there wishing for Fuzzy to appear, when Monkey showed up.  She was heading back to the house after a day of playing in the haystacks.  As I watched Monkey come toward me, I saw Sam sitting on the window sill of the barn.

“Have you found the rabbits, yet?”  Monkey walked right up to me and looked me in the eye.

“Aaaaaa no, not yet.  I have to find a big green corn eating dragon, first—then I have to find a big metal tub on green legs BEFORE I can find the rabbits.  I really don’t know where to look for a Dragon, and I really don’t know if I WANT to FIND a dragon.” I explained to Monkey.  My posture was very sad…low head, low tail, drooping ears, and downcast eyes. I stood there a very pitiful sight.


Sam took pity on me, jumping down from his perch on the barn window sill, he walked toward Monkey and I.

“Follow me,” he said and walked right on by Monkey and I.

Monkey took off after Sam, although Monkey never runs in a straight line…up she went onto the corral fence, then she hopped over to the grain truck—“You are going the wrong direction,” Sam hollered at Monkey and kept on walking.

Wrong direction? My head perked up, I started swishing my tail on the ground and a sparkle came into my eyes: “You will go with us, Sammy-Sam?  You are not afraid of the Dragon (or round barrel)?”

“No, Boomer, I am not.  Come on…we have to go to the other side of the Butler Bins, it’s there I’m sure you will find a green corn eating….DRAGON!”  Sam pounced at me as I caught up with him.

I jumped backwards…”SAM!”


“It’s okay, Boomer…I’ll take care of the Green Corn Eating Dragon, while I have him busy you can look in the shelter in front of the Corn Eating Dragon—I think there just might be a round green thing you can check to see if the rabbits have moved there.”

We all trotted across the farm yard, then across the road, Monkey doing zigs and zags—that cat should wear herself out, it wears me out just watching her.Monkey-in-a-tree

Continued next week…the stunning conclusion of The Case of the Missing Rabbit

Sherlock Boomer Mystery of the Disappearing Rabbits! Chapter 11

“Let’s go look around, Boom, maybe we can figure it out.”

With that Sam and I started searching …. I put my nose to the ground and started sniffing, Sam pretty much continued to just sit there watching me sniff here and there and everywhere.

Sam turned his eyes to the sky… “Hummm, Boomer?  Did you know there is an Owl sitting right on top of the Butler Bin?”

“Wha, what? Owl? OH! Hi, Ruth.”

“Sam, this Ruth the Owl.   Ruth, Sam the Cat, he is the oldest and wisest cat in the family.”

Sam backed up a little bit and raised his paw at Ruth…”Hello, Ruth.” Are you the Wise Old Owl of the farm?”

“I am,’ replied Ruth, opening her huge wings and shaking them out a little bit.

“Stop! Stop right there!” I barked.  “Don’t fly off now.  You are here, you can show me where the big Green Dragon lives.  I’ve been having nightmares about it.”

Sam turned to me with his big green eyes and gave me a look of, well, wonder… “A big green dragon, Boomer?”

“Yes, Ruth looked into the future and told me that I would find the rabbits in a round tube by the Big Corn Eating Green Dragon.”

Just then Ruth pushed off, making not a sound, but her shadow covered the sun.  Both Sam and I looked up to see RUTH FLYING DOWN BESIDE US!

“Hide me, Boomer!  Owls like to eat cats!”  Sam scrabbled over to me and scrunched up his body as close to me as possible.

“Don’t worry, Cat!” Ruth said as she silently landed right in front of me and Sam.  I’m not here to eat anyone.  I am just interested in meeting another wise animal on this farm.

“I don’t think I’m wise in the respect of you, Ruth. I think I am just wise in the ways of everyday living.  I really can’t see the future.” Sam said as he poked his head around my shoulder.

“Darn,” Ruth huffed.  I was hoping we could share notes.”

“Brilliant!” I barked!  “Yes, I can have both of you help me find the missing rabbits!”

“Ahem, Boomer!” Sam cleared his throat and stared at me.  “Not only do owls like to eat cats, they also like to eat RABBITS!”  Sam practically yelled at me.

“OH! Now that does present a HUGE problem, doesn’t it, Sam.”  I looked from Sam to Ruth and back again.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, you two.  I’m NOT going to eat the rabbits and I am NOT going eat you, Sam.”  Ruth hooted at us.  “Let’s just get over this eating thing and move forward.  I’m very interested in learning new things, to meet another Wise One is all I am interested in at the moment.  If I get hungry, I’ll head over to wood pile a snack on a couple of mice.”

“Why don’t you head over there now, grab a few clawfulls and chow down.  After you get your tummy full I’ll believe you about not being interested in cats!”  Sam gave Ruth a stern eye.

“Or the rabbits”, I bayed.

“Oh, alright!”  With a heavy sigh Ruth lifted herself up and silently flapped over to the woodpile.


Sammy and I followed along and watched Ruth plucking and grabbing mice as quickly as they stuck their heads out of the holes the logs made.

Sammy put up his left front paw and started licking it then washing his face…”Just watching all that makes me think I have a dirty face.”  He said as he continued licking and rubbing his face.

“She does make it look…filling.”  I said to Sam.

Ruth finally finished and flapped over to where we were sitting.  “That was an excellent idea, a quick sort of snack in the late afternoon, which makes it an early morning meal for me, since I usually hunt at night.”

Ruth settled herself down in a fluff of feathers—“you feel safe now, Cat?’

“Why, yes I do, Owl. You did some serious damage to all those mice. Mom will be very pleased to see the demise of the mouse numbers.”

“Say, that is right!” I exclaimed…”Mom was trying to drown all the mice; the cats were killing some, and I headed to the Upper End to see if the fox would like to come down and eat as many as their tummies could hold, but you did more good than anyone or even Mom’s bucket.”


All at once we heard tires and a motor heading down the long lane toward the house…”MAIL MAN!” I bayed.  Taking off I started running toward the bridge over the canal and down the lane…I ALWAYS bark the Mail Man down the road…always!

Behind me Sammy dove into the tractor shed and Ruth lifted up her mighty wings and flew away I didn’t spend much time worrying about either one of them, I HAD to get to the Mail Man!

Mom was at the end of the sidewalk when the Mail Man and I made it into the yard.

“Good Job, Boom, Good Job! You stay here until the Mail Truck leaves. I don’t want you getting smashed by those tires.”  Mom placed her hand on my back then sat down on the sidewalk while the mail truck backed up and headed over the bridge and down the long, long lane to the road.

Darn, if Mom wasn’t home I would have barked the Mail Man DOWN the lane also.

Oh, well. Happy licks to Mom on her face and hands.  Several pets and a good belly rub for me then Mom was up walking back into the house.

I watched her go, making sure she really did go inside.  Then I picked myself up and headed back toward the Butler bins and the end of the farm yard.  I still had to find the rabbits.

Sniffing here and there I turned the corner around the barn “GOODNESS SAKES ALIVE —- A GIANT GRAY FEATHERY MONSTER was in the corrals in the middle of a devil twister!

I started barking LOUD WARNING BARKS!  The dust from the Devil Twister started getting bigger and bigger growing into a huge circle that was about to swallow me up!



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Fun with Hank and the Kids

It’s been busy here!  I mean really busy.

Hank and I have had lots and lots to do!

Oh! Yeah.  Hank is here for 9 days! 9 Days of doing stuff with Hank and sometimes the kids!



We went to the park

Grandpa pushed the girls, Hank and I sat with Mom-mom and Mom; then we stiffed around all the bushes.


We went for a walk, actually many, many walks.  Hank and I walked with kids and then we would walk out onto the farm by ourselves.


We tried to follow grandpa when he would take the kids for a ride, If Blade went on the 4-wheeler then Hank and I ran beside him…that was ALWAYS exhausting.  But Blade doesn’t go fast so we can keep up.


We had a cook out where Blade played on the swing.  Mom said she was very happy to see the Swing going back and forth again.  J  Hank and I laid under the bushes and panted…it was hot that evening.


One time we all went to the river and played in the water down there.



I even tried climbing a tree… (I didn’t like it.  Hank didn’t even try to climb the tree)


The girls took me out swimming…not a favorite thing of mine to do—but Hank loved it.


Still more days to go…Hank and I, not best friends forever, like Fuzzy and I were,


but good friends.