The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Guard Duty

I was sleeping resting my eyes one miserably hot afternoon, when the back door opened and Dad came out heading toward the machine shed.  I really didn’t think much of Dad coming out the back door and going someplace.  He is always doing something along those lines.

I was gradually letting my eyes fall back into sleep  to rest once more, when the back door opened back up again…HUH?! Did I miss something? Did Dad sneak past me and go Back Inside?!  I jerked myself awake to a sitting position. (I was sleeping on the futon in the shade, just so you know.)

Nope I didn’t miss anything!  It was Mom.  She was out of her work clothes and into her go to town jeans…I thumped my tail with joy, on the seat of the futon, then jumped down a HUGE doggy smile on my face, my back end going fifty miles an hour.

Mom bent down and gave me a kiss on my doggie nose and a nice rub down on my back…I quickly flipped over so she could give me tummy rubs.

“Not now, Boom, Dad and I are heading to town.  You guard the place while we are gone.”  With those parting words she got into her car, turned the motor on and backed up to the machine shed, where Dad was just locking up the door.

By this time I had gotten up and walked to the end of the sidewalk. Yep, Dad got in and they drove off.

Well, I guess the place is mine now, I thought to myself.

Heading toward my dog house a brown streak of something went right in front of me so fast I couldn’t even process what I was seeing.  Whatever it was went so fast I couldn’t even SMELL what was going by me.  While whatever that was t was running by my face something ran right by my backside and hit my tail as it went by.

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I spun around trying to see what whipped my tail so hard. Then I spun back around…and saw “Stanley and Stewart!!!  The Squirrel brothers!

Stewart

“Hey, Boomer!  Let’s play hide and seek…We will hide and you can seek!”

With that they were off in two puffs of dust, one puff per squirrel.  I gave myself two seconds to decide if I wanted to play or not.  “You bet”, I bayed and we were off!

I chased those squirrels clear over to the Butler Grain bins, past the roller and the pile of plastic pipes.  They chittered and chirped at me from several vantage points…the top of the tallest grain bin, then they scampered down to the roller and pranced all over to the top of it… (I almost got them at that point)….then they danced themselves right into the gated pipe that was in the middle of the pile of Dad’s transmission pipes he saves, in case one of the pipe in the field cracks or something.

Poking my head into the pipe I let out a volley of barks at them…LOUDS ONES!  They just stood way back in the dark of the pipe and laughed at me.

After a while I got tired of seeking, my voice was getting dim and my throat sore so I turned around and just left.

It was a good thing too.  Turning away from the pipes I could hear a car coming down the long, long lane…scampering off to bark whomever it was into the drive way, I raised my fur on my back and got a mean look on my face…let the trespassers come…I’m ready to guard the place.

I drew on all the courage of my mighty beagle self and barked up a storm! If Mom and Dad want me to guard the place, then I’m going to do it!  I gave deep ferocious barks and ran right toward the bridge, the hair on my back standing tall.

Oh!

It’s Mom and Dad.

I joyfully followed them into the carport.

Hum, I wonder if they brought me something. I ran to the driver’s side with a huge smile on my face, my tail wagging in anticipation!

Nope, just a pat on the back, a ‘good job, Boomie’, then they were in the house.

Shish!

Oh, here they are again.  That didn’t take long.  “Come on, Boomer! Let’s go.  Time to irrigate!”

Hey, now that’s more like it…Boomer … Go … Irrigate!

YES!  Works for me!

Set

Boomer the Beagle—bestest Guard Dog irrigator in the world.

A Nice Treat—Sunday, August 23, 2015

Our kids in Grand Junction, Colorado, were camping on Grand Mesa for the weekend and asked us up for Saturday.

Now who could turn down an offer like that?

Off we went, Terry, Boomer and I.  Once there the kids (and their dogs) asked if we could go to Doyle Lake.  Sure!

See-SawCliff and Kimi tried out the See-Saw,

DarbyOnce there the dogs took a swim…except for Boomer…he doesn’t like water.  :)  That’s Darby heading into the lake.

Terry and KimberyCliff took a photo of Terry and our daughter, Kimberly, Scout and the top part of Gypsy!

Then we hiked around the lake and headed back to camp for a yummy lunch and a couple of games of Dominos.

I must say it was a very nice relaxing day.  A real treat!

Your friend,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Forgotten

Can you believe it!!!?  Mom forgot to let me blog last week!  I was SHOCKED!!!

1Oh, well!  I still had lots to do.

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I checked out the perimeter of the farmhouse every morning and evening and more, if I’m bored.

2Sometimes I head out in the night.  Because…

3Well you see why.

12It’s really smoky here.  All the smoke from the horrible wildfires going on in California, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, Montana and Wyoming has drifted into our area.

Red-SUn-2 It’s caught here…we are full of hills and dales, mountains and buttes, valleys and hollers, mesas and canyons,  so it makes for a wonderful spot to stay a spell.  Mom says we either need a good stiff wind or a nice heavy rain.

Red-Sun3I think I agree with her.  I spend lots of time sneezing, right along with Mom and Dad, and the rest of the people who live in our area. (Mom says she bets its much worse where the fires really are.)

We are working down at the rent house again.  Mom says she is not fond of rental property.  As for me…heck! I love it!  Anytime I get to ‘go’ I’m up for whatever there is to go too!  :)

QuailLOOK!  A Gambol’s Quail up high on the electric line!

Shadow

Gota go! Mom wants me to help her!

Boomer

Stamped Upon the Heart and Brain—Thursday, August 13, 2015

xSometimes in the evening (after irrigation is done) we sit, Terry and I, upon the outside chairs.

Song-1

If we get in Before the sunsets.  Last night was one of those nights.

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We relaxed and let the evening take over…the little swallow family was busy feeding the tiny mouths for the long, long rest until morning.

The hummingbirds zoomed by us, filling up for their night, Boomer lay on my feet and Sam-Sam our outside kitty sat on Terry’s lap purring.  In the bathroom window, Monkey the house cat (because she eats birds) lay stretched out longing to be outside with us.  But birds come first on our farm.

Song-3

It was one of those moments when you are aware of your own heartbeat.  A watching.  A space in time, which stamps itself upon your heart, brain and soul. A moment instantly recalled in every detail for the rest of your life.

Your friend on a Western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Meet my Gang–Friday, August 7, 2015

Well, really not MY gang, but they are My job!

My job is to alert Mom and Dad if something is remiss on the farm.  Fuzzy was the guard dog. Night camera’s are very good about letting human’s know what is REALLY going on….we dog try, but sometimes our people just don’t understand.

So with Fuzzy’s passing I try to fill both his paws and mine.  (I’m a little slack on filling Fuzzy’s sometimes my job seems…well, big enough.  Mom says I don’t have to be Fuzzy, I just have to be me…Boomer Beagle).

Anyway..every morning I like to play ‘catch the squirrel brothers’

StanleyStanley

Stewartand Stewart.  We have a GREAT time—they run and I chase!  We do this until Dad hollers, “Boomer, that’s enough now.  I’m tired of all that baying!”

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sometimes chase the deer —but, Momma Deer I never chase.  Dad always wonders why I don’t chase Momma deer.  How can I chase Momma deer?

Bucks

BUT this BIG boys I do give chase!

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!  HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!

Run-Buck“Look at that?” says Dad…”Three-points!”

“Get them out of the bean field, Boomer!  GO!”

And you know what?

I DO!

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Meet my Gang–Friday, August 7, 2015

Well, really not MY gang, but they are My job!

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My job is to alert Mom and Dad if something is remiss on the farm.  Fuzzy was the guard dog…he didn’t like a neighbor we had for a spell…every time that neighbor came up Fuzzy would try to bite him.  Turns out that neighbor was stealing car parts from Dad!  Night camera’s are very good about letting human’s know what is REALLY going on….we dog try, but sometimes our people just don’t understand.

So with Fuzzy’s passing I try to fill both his paws and mine.  (I’m a little slack on filling Fuzzy’s sometimes my job seems…well, big enough.  Mom says I don’t have to be Fuzzy, I just have to be me…Boomer Beagle).

Anyway..every morning I like to play ‘catch the squirrel brothers’

Stanley

Stanley

Stewartand Stewart.  We have a GREAT time—they run and I chase!  We do this until Dad hollers, “Boomer, that’s enough now.  I’m tired of all that baying!”

7I sometimes chase the deer —but, Momma Deer I never chase.  Dad always wonders why I don’t chase Momma deer.  How can I chase Momma deer?

BucksBUT this BIG boys I do give chase!

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!  HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!

 

Run-BuckRUN DEER RUN!

“Look at that?” says Dad…”Three-points!”

“Get them out of the bean field, Boomer!  GO!”

And you know what?

I DO!

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Meet my Gang–Friday, August 7, 2015

Well, really not MY gang, but they are My job!

My job is to alert Mom and Dad if something is remiss on the farm.  Fuzzy was the guard dog…he didn’t like a neighbor we had for a spell…every time that neighbor came up Fuzzy would try to bite him.  Turns out that neighbor was stealing car parts from Dad!  Night camera’s are very good about letting human’s know what is REALLY going on….we dog try, but sometimes our people just don’t understand.

So with Fuzzy’s passing I try to fill both his paws and mine.  (I’m a little slack on filling Fuzzy’s sometimes my job seems…well, big enough.  Mom says I don’t have to be Fuzzy, I just have to be me…Boomer Beagle).

Anyway..every morning I like to play ‘catch the squirrel brothers’

StanleyStanley

Stewartand Stewart.  We have a GREAT time—they run and I chase!  We do this until Dad hollers, “Boomer, that’s enough now.  I’m tired of all that baying!”

7I sometimes chase the deer —but, Momma Deer I never chase.  Dad always wonders why I don’t chase Momma deer.  How can I chase Momma deer?

BucksBUT this BIG boys I do give chase!

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!  HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!

Bucks in the field!

Run-BuckRUN DEER RUN!

“Look at that?” says Dad…”Three-points!”

“Get them out of the bean field, Boomer!  GO!”

And you know what?

I DO!

Boomer

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Night Work

The reality of a dog’s life…a farm dog’s life, that is—is we work at night.

Coming on Night

There is much we have to do:

Night

First I go with Mom and Dad to change the water one last time before bed.

Then, when they are inside watch television, I’m outside so I can check out all the places the fox have been.  We have a lot of fox.  A group of fox is called a skulk, beats me why they call a group a skulk. (Mom assures me this a fact. Weird)

Mom always asks me to come in to spend the night; I go in and try to rest. BUT there is so much going on out outside I head back out.  When I’m tired I can always bed down in one of the dog houses.

Look

I’m really always on guard…well, let me clarify I don’t really guard, I sniff out and then I either give chase or I holler for Mom or Dad.

But why holler for Mom or Dad for the common night creatures: fox, owls, cats (Sam and Monkey), mice, deer ….ugh … skunk…those sorts of every day critters that share the farm with us.

Now I do holler when the coyotes come around…so does Mom!

Shudder, shiver…I sure don’t like coyotes!

Run

Mom and I go for a walk around mid-night.  After which I usually come in and crash for a spell.

Morning Corn

 

Then come morning…well, you see, I have to get back out there and see if anything came through while I slept.

FOX-Hunt

As my grandpa would say— I’m a very busy feller!

Boomer

 

 

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—NEWS

Mom buys me toys to play with…but I don’t like them.

Mom throws me balls…I chase them sorta…Fuzzy and I used to place chase with each other, but not really.  We enjoyed chase the fox, or chase the squirrel, or splash in the ditch more.  Well, ummmmmmmm, Fuzzy enjoyed splash the ditch; I liked (and still do) GATHERING NEWS!!!

LOL!

News for the day!

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Mom moved a couple of the garden toads from under my dog houses to her corral garden.

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They really seem to like it out there…works better than getting living under my dog house.

Ditch-Creature

We have frogs in the irrigation ditches!  I love, LOVE, to put my nose on them and watch them hop away.

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Our yard is full of birds…they sing us awake every morning and chirp sleepy little songs in the evening to put us to bed.

Quail

Lots of Gambol’s Quail this year.  Dad is really happy we have more pheasants than last year.  We lost lots of pheasants a few years back and it’s taken awhile for them to recover.

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There are baby raccoons in one of the trees in the yard.  Cute little things!

Rac

There are raccoons in the yard, in the farm yard, and out of the ditch.  There are as many raccoon as there are fox; is seems.

Good-Kitty

As for the home front—Sammy does a very good job of keeping the mice down.  (I’m glad that his job…it’s NOT something I’m ever going to do—Fuzzy would do it, but NOT ME!)

Looking for the mailman

Well, that’s the news for today.  I’m off, now, to get ready and bark the mailman down the road…he should be coming anytime now.

Boomer

The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—FOX

Boy do I ever miss Fuzzy!!

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Every morning, when Freddy Fox would try (TRY) to walk through the farm yard Fuzzy and I would make a mad dash up to the grain bin and give him a good chase!

Pretty much Freddy and his family would  wave their tails as us and scamper off—there is no way we could keep up.

Two-fox

Now I have to do it myself!

All by myself.

But I do it!

Sometimes Freddy comes by with his brothers, or his sisters, or his cousins, I’m not sure which…he stops by the grain bins and gives a huge yowl and barks at me!

Once I hear his call the CHASE is on!!!

It’s still fun…it just would be funner if Fuzzy was here to share in the adventure.

Oops!

Moon-and-fox

There’s the call…gotta run!

HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL  yip-yip bark!

Boomer