I scrabbled to the other side of the creek, drug my soggy body up and over the bank and took off running! That nasty green fog was still hanging around; even covering the creek. I didn’t want or need a good scolding and an even bigger scrubbing, from Mom so I was high-tailing it out of there!!!
I was running for all I was worth, when suddenly a loud BELLER sounded in my ear causing me to crash into some pretty hairy black legs.
I crashed into those very hairy black legs because I kept looking back trying to make sure I was outrunning the horrible green mist that skunk blasted the whole area with. PLUS getting a BELLER in the ear is enough to cause anyone to stumble and fall! Just say’n!
Picking myself up (AGAIN)! I looked up and up and up right into the face of NUMBER 8! The meanest, orneriest, she devil of a cow, on our whole place!
I’ve have to put ole Number 8 in her place a few times—the latest one was when I was trying to solve the mystery of the Missing Rabbits—but this time I do believe she had the advantage on me.
I looked up, way up, way, way, up into her bovine eyes and saw they were RED and not brown and they GLOW in the dark!
Suddenly she lowered her head and gave me a huge butt on my side. Flinging me up into the air causing me to roll toward the green fog! I leaped up and charged right at her (hoping against hope I was doing this right…boy, it would be nice if Fuzzy was here right now—he would know how to manage this old bitty)
Nope! Not a good idea she flung herself around and gave me a furious kick with one of her hind feet! Since I seemed to be losing I sat up a howled to see if I could wake-up someone in my human sister’s house. Then I let out a volley of barks complete with vicious growls in-between. I was so loud I figured I would even wake-up Mom and she would come rescue me.
Then Number 8 gave another beller and headed right toward me…it had become a Fight unto Death!
Just then a light came on in my human sister’s house and Rocky the Rottweiler bounded out of the back door roaring at the top of his lungs. Then I heard the humans heading toward the horse corral and the back pasture…suddenly “BAM” a gun went off! The explosion from the gun lite up the night, blinding me for a second or two.
What the?!?!? Naughty Number 8 was so scared she must have jumped ten feet in the air and galloped off to what was left of the Apricot orchard. Romeo, the horse, tore out of his barn neighing loudly, then Molly and Houston joined the two humans in their dash to the corrals and (the chicken house, I might add) baying and howling right along with Rocky.
I could hear my human sister exclaiming—“It must be coyotes! They must have tried to get into the hen house! Keep the gun ready in case they are still there!”
I sat down and waited. I was rather sore and tired and pretty over-whelmed myself.
In two seconds flat they were here, two humans, three dogs and me. “Boomer what are you doing down here and not home!” my human sister puzzled.
I got up and headed toward her, limping on all fours and dragging my tail, I wasn’t sure if I was going to get in trouble or a pat on the head.
“Oh, you are hurt! What is Mom going to say about you, phew-u, something smells like a skunk. BOOMER! Were you chasing a SKUNK!” She removed her hand quickly.
“I think he must have been down here checking on the hen house” Jason said. “Come on dogs! Let’s go look at the chicken house. See if a skunk was trying to get in.”
We all trotted over to the hen house. “You smell pretty, um…nasty in a good sorta way, Boomer.” Huston said as she trotted along side of me.
“Yeah, well, I ran into a skunk at the creek.”
“What were you fighting, Boom?” Rocky gave me a little push with his nose—‘Coyotes?”
“No, that mean on bitty of cow, Number 8….the one that will take on anything even mountain lions. The Boss Cow of the herd!”
“Oh, my goodness….shine your flashlight over here…Look at all the hoof prints and dog/coyote prints.” They are EVERYWHERE. “I think the Boss cow must have been protecting the herd from the coyotes and in turn must have protected the hen house”….my oldest human sister’s voice sounded pleased at the thought.
“Sometimes human’s just don’t get what is really going on” Rocky patted me on the back. “But we do! Well done, Beagle, Well done!”
I high-pawed him back, shook my body off…goodness I was sore! I think every bone in my body ached.
“Gotta move on now! I lowered my pretend cowboy hat, gave each of my dog cousins that look and headed home. I had, had enough for the night.