Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Twelve

Back-in-the-Hen-HouseThe hen house was closer so that is the direction I headed. As fast as my beagle legs could carry me.  Once there I crawled under Jason’s semi and collapsed.  I was wore out and exhausted.

About the time I started to get my wind back I heard those wily coyotes yapping and hollering into the wind.  Remember the wind was coming out the south west.  I’m now in the path of the wind. Only I’m DOWN WIND of the coyotes!

Since I was in the path of the wind.  And since the coyotes were in the path of the wind, I felt I was pretty safe to go around the dog kennels and out onto the alfalfa pasture.  You see I wanted to SEE what those mangy coyotes were up to.

Point-of-Coyote-HillI trotted to the edge of the alfalfa pasture, hid behind an old gnarly tree, peaked my head around the base of the old gnarly tree—there they were, right there at on the point.

Thor and Thorina were both sitting right on the point, the six other coyotes were also sitting there staring off toward the west…all of them. Made me want to throw up my supper.  Fear is a mighty thing, you see.

They just sat there for the longest time.

I gradually got brave and scooted out from the tree and just stood there staring at them.

Then Thor raised his nose, his lips formed into an o and he let out the most mournful howl.  Thornia joined him in this this sad wailing; the six others chiming in as soon as Thor took a breath.

There they were, all eight of them sitting on the point of Cactus Hill howling and singing into the south west wind.

It was sorta pretty, in a scary, frightening, terrifying sort of way.

Then I caught the words…’food. We need supper…we are hungry…our tummys are empty…food’ the words repeated a long time.


Then they all jumped up and ran down the west side of Cactus Hill heading toward the flatlands!

I ran back to the hen house.   I’m not interested in being their supper. Ever!

Panting and drooling from the fear and the excitement I figured I better go into the kennel to get a good drink of water.

I was lapping up the water, thanking my lucky stars I was back by the hen house and the dog kennel and the corrals—

When I heard odd sounds in the hen house!  Curses!  Something is in there I am out here!

I dashed to the door of the hen house. It was sorta closed, but not almost closed! I put my nose into the door and gave a huge shove!  The door flew open.

In that instant I saw the KILLER!  Something snapped in my head I went wild and crazy I headed right toward the killer. TWO WEASELS!

murder in the hen house

Chickens were squawking and flapping all over the place…the rooster was in attack mode sitting on top of one of the vicious slinky crafty murderers.  One killer was in the process of chewing the head off another hen!

I let out ferocious bay, grabbed the killer, who was eating the hen, (hum, long, slinky, I’ve smelled that smell before…what is it?) by the back.  I missed his neck, darn it!  The killer turned on me with sharp little pointy fangs dripping with blood…hate and determination in his eyes. Then I knew…WEASELS!

I lunged for his throat, he lunged for my throat! We rolled in ball together fur and feathers flying everywhere.

Outside I could hear Romeo, the horse, whinnying and screaming!  I was hoping that the Rooster could hold his own. There was nothing I could do to help him.

Just as the monster grabbed me I glanced out of my eye at the rooster…he was on top of the other long slinky monster digging in with his spurs for all he was worth and pecking the monster on the head.

The noise was tremendous…horse, chickens, rooster, those two monsters screaming, me growling …then I heard Willow and Twisty,  the cats start up loud screeching yeows!

The farm yard was in bedlam!


Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eleven


I laid as still as I possibly could; brought my tongue into my mouth so no sound would alert them to me.  Then I prepared myself for the end of my days.

Just thinking of the end of my days made me pretty sad.  I knew Mom would cry and cry and cry.  She and Dad would go out and look and look and look for me.  If they thought to look here it would be a surprise.  Besides coyotes kill and then drag, or carry their food home.  Sigh!

Well, it’s been a good life.  The getting to the other side with Fuzzy isn’t going to be pretty…. I wiped a tear off my face with my paw.

Thor stopped and turned his muzzle into the wind….remember the wind was coming out the south west… by this time I’ve been able to squiggled myself around the Chico brush and down in a little hole in the roots of said brush. The hole was big enough to hide a beagle body with just my head laying on top the hole on the dirt so I could watch what was happening on the second fire road.

Remember the second fire road is where Thor and Thorina are just now standing.

Oh, yes.  And I’m out of the wind!  There should be no Beagle Scent on the breeze/wind!

I watched Thor, goodness he was scary looking…there was a huge scar from one eye clear to the edge of his long hairy nose.  Whatever he came up against had to have given him a good fight to leave a scar like that!  One ear was all jagged and scraggly and his nose and mouth and lips looked like he had been hooked by Boss Cow’s, (meanest, baddest cow on the place) horns.

I felt like screaming for Mom just looking at him.  But I didn’t.  I didn’t even breathe I was so frightened!


Then Thor turned a little to side and saw his pack still up there scrabbling around the point.  With a little nod of his head he and Thorina walked off the side of the road, into the cattails and were gone.  I’m more than sure they were heading toward the point of the Cactus Hill where the six other coyotes are playing.

I almost passed out with relief I was so happy to see them leave.

Creeping out of my Chico brush-root hole I started up the second fire road hill; walking as softly and as carefully as possible—hiding my white beagle body in the shadow the hill was casting onto the second fire road itself.


Just as I was about to make it to the top of the second fire road, I turned back to see if I could see Thor or Thorina or, if the pack of six, was still on the edge of Cactus Hill.

The six were there bouncing and shoving and pushing each other around.  Then I saw Thor—-what I saw turned my blood ice cold.  He was crouched real low, walking slow up the side of the hill toward the pack.  Thorina dropped her body down behind Thor; their fur bristling way up!  Their necks and bodies and even the tips of their tails looks fifty times bigger than when I saw them standing just a few yards from me on the second fire road.  It looked like they had snarls on their faces, for I could see two rows of long white fangs on each face.


I forgot to be silent, put all the force I could into my body and propelled myself over the top of the second fire road’s little rise in the land —  running as if my life depended on it (for it did, you see, it did) to the farm road by the dirt irrigation ditch!

There!  I’m at the dirt irrigation ditch, just a hop, skip, and a jump I could be at the equipment area, or I could head to the east and gallop all the way home.  Or….sigh…I could make a huge dash back to the hen house.  The huge dash would take me around the Cactus Hill, alongside the old alfalfa pasture and the old apricot orchard…the huge dash would also make me visible to the coyotes on the point of Cactus Hill — if they were so inclined to look toward the farm road.

What to do, what to do?  I had to make a decision fast…time was speeding by.

Home…safety…hen house…my duty as Sherlock Boomer.

Just then I hear loud yipping from the vicinity of the point of Cactus Hill.

I took off!












Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Ten

I trotted down the side of the hill and hit the fence line in short order.  Good!  Still no smell of coyotes on the wind.  Although, to be honest the wind was coming from the South West, so if there were coyotes they would have to be in the south west some place.

The grass was tall along the fence, but since it was a four-strand barbed-wire fence—not an electric fence the tall grasses didn’t really matter.

As for being a beagle and being smaller than the grass was tall, now that was another story.

I trudged on.  Just as I was about to head up the bare side of the Cactus Hill I heard something—it was the sound of many, many feet heading up the side of Cactus Hill.  I scrunched down in the tall grass and waited.  Gradually the sound faded. I parted the tall grass with my nose and peaked to where I had heard the sounds.

Nothing.  No one or anything was there.


I followed the line of the hill with my eyes always looking up and up and upper.  There going toward the uppest point of Cactus Hill were six coyotes!  SIX!!!

I’m sorry to say I wet myself just watching them going up, upper and uppest to the point of Cactus Hill!

OH! MY! HEAVENS!  I WANT MOM!  I WANT DAD! I WANT OUT OF HERE!  I fell to ground, causing the very tall grass to cover me up; hiding my white beagle fur.

I lay there panting…I so wanted to bay and holler for Mom and Dad, but I knew they wouldn’t hear me I was way, way, way over here and they were way, way, way over there—in the house—with the windows shut—and not only that in bed  A SLEEP!  They would NOT hear me ever!


Gradually I got my courage up, peaked to the top of hill, saw the coyotes—they were arranging themselves in some sort of pattern.  First they circled around and around, then one of them would walk to the point of the knob, suddenly one of the others would come up to that one and sort of bark/growl at the one on the point.  This kept going on for some time.   Realizing they were having some sort of argument I decided I could continue slipping through the tall grass, along the fence line, and head over to the other draw; crawl through the cattails, then make it to the second fire road.

The second fire road was built along the side of Coyote Hill, but that didn’t matter.  If I slunk along in the shadows of the hill side I should be able to come up on top then trot over to the farm road by the dirt irrigation ditch.  If I can get there I can make it HOME in 30 minutes or I can make back to the hen house in 15 minutes.

I slithered along the fence line…yes I really did…I slithered along, counting myself lucky every time I made it to a fence post.  Once I got to the fence post I checked my distance from the snarling pack outlined on the point of the hill.

Gradually they started to grow smaller and smaller.  It was about that time I realized I had reached the second FIRE ROAD!


I made a dash to the bottom of the fire road and lay panting alongside a big old rabbit brush.  I was wore out!

Cropped Coyote

I lay there, body all stretched out; tongue dripping saliva onto the dirt, when the meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyote broke through the Chico brush heading toward the snarling pack up on the point of Cactus Hill. The meanest, baddest, biggest, ugliest coyote was THORINA!  And her HUGE! GIGANTIC! COLOSOUL MATE!  My beagle heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it. Thorina is the mate to Thor they are legendary in these parts for killing more chickens, turkeys, cats and a stray dogs than any other lean-limbed, long-haired, scruffy-tailed, yellow eyed, slobbering, hungry-looking coyote around.












Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Eight


I made my way west, only glancing back once when Mom called me to go home.  After that I ignored her and trotted on.  The smell was getting stronger. It was a smell I had somewhere in my memory banks, but for the life of me I could not place it.

Sniffing here and there I made my way to the edge of the knoll whereby the old Apricot orchard ended.

The smell also end!!!!

What?!?  I sniffed backwards—yes, there it was.  I sniffed forward and it died.  Just died.  Nothing. I sniffed sideways…first the left, then the right.


I came back to the ending spot and sat down.  Nothing.

Gone! Vanished!

Well, now I had two choices…head back home, head back to the chicken house, go on over the knoll and see if there was anything happening down by the little creek, take a nap.

Oh! Wait!  That was more than two choices!  I think what I’ll do is head back to the chicken house and do a stake out.

A stake out is where someone—me, in this case, picks a really hidden spot to watch something.  I decided that was what I was going to do.
Loping back to the hen house I started skirting around to see if there was a good place for me to hunker down, a place close enough to the door of the hen house, but not so close my beagle scent waved out before me.

I first checked in with Romeo the horse…his barn shared a wall with the chicken house.

I sniffed every corner of the barn, checked into his stall and feed bunk…which, by the way, made him snuff on me!

Just having that HUGE horse head come down and blow soft horse air all over my body sent chills of fear down my backbone.

Jumping up and scampering to the open door I bayed back to Romeo: “You guard your barn!  I’ll find another place to check out!”

Horses, like cows, have a tendency to, well, ALARM me!!!

I skedaddled on around the barn, slipped under the corrals and headed to the BACK of the barn.  The back of the barn is the dog kennels.

This is the daytime home of my dog cousins…their nighttime home is in the house with my oldest human sister and Jason, and the two cats, Twister and Willow.

The dog kennel is also on the back side of the hen house.

The dog kennel has dog shelters separated so each dog has their own space and then a huge (!) Gigantic (!) Humongous (!) grass area that is fenced off from the alfalfa—“horse”—pasture and the old apricot orchard.  You see this keeps the dogs IN and those bovine monsters out.  It also keeps Romeo out, he would probably come in and hang out with the dogs, but his Mom doesn’t want a horse in with dogs.

I walked through the gate into the dog shelter and kennel.

Now, let’s see—we are now on the back side of the horse barn and the hen house….I sniffed all around the edges of the buildings.  Nothing.  No other scent but dogs! Dogs and dry dog food….and, sniff, sniff… DOG BONES!!!

OH, yum!…six dog bones with the marrow still in them.  I grabbed the biggest one…probably Rocky’s.  Rottweilers need big bones, they have BIG jaws…beagles need BIG bones, because…well, JUST BECAUSE!!

I took the big bone way over to south side of the dog kennel, laid down under the Blue Spruce and started gnawing away!

After all being on a stake out can be very boring.  Having a little snack helps pass the time.

While I chewed I heard the coyotes howling up on Coyote Hill.  Then I heard the coyotes running down below the knoll…which reminds me…if I had gone on down the knoll to see if I could pick up that unusual scent I would have BEEN DOWN THERE when they decided to go hunting!


I kept gnawing away until my jaws got tired, then my teeth got tired, finally I decided to take a nap.  This stake-out stuff can really get boring.

While I was sleeping I dreamed I smelled something.  Just dreaming about smelling something woke me up!

YES!  The smell is right outside the gate to the dog kennels.  I rose silently to my paws, gave my body a little shake, stretched ever so carefully, then started stealthily walking toward the gate and the smell.

Careful, carefuller, carefullest I crept through the gate…there it was walking past the semi—Jason parks his semi next to the dog kennel, I snuck up slowly, slowly….crept under the semi, came out on the other side of the semi and saw…

What is this thing


I don’t know!

As soon as I got from under the semi the thing


picked up feet and zipped out of the yard, across the road and into the neighbors place and was gone!

I have no idea what I just saw or anything!  I plopped my tail end down and just sat there, well, really stunned!




Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter Five

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.


Coyotes! A Sherlock Boomer Adventure

Chapter One

We were sitting on the outside chairs, as the dusk thickened into night the cats and I.  Just taking it easy…waiting for Mom and Dad to come home.  They had left for town some time ago, like in the middle of the afternoon, and had been gone For Ever!

Like I said, it was getting dark…the stars were starting to pop out, the moon was making a sorta, kinda, little bit of a shiny silver over the mountains in the east, the birds were silent, just our breathing-in out, in out, in out……zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.  My eyes closed…hummmmmmmmmmmmmzzzzzzzz.

Then I heard it!

Down at my human sister’s house! My human sister lives across the field from us, in the house the little kids used to live in.  The little kids and their parents, my other human sister and my human brother-in-law moved with the little kids to someplace in by the North Pole.  (I think it was the North Pole, Hank, their dog and my buddy, says there is ice and snow and wind and very bitter cold up there. Hank is ALWAYS excited to get back here to see me and his dog cousins who now live where Hank used to live.)

Coyote yells! 

The two cats scrammed into my dog house!  Let me tell you those cats can mooooooove!  Just the faintest of coyote yaps and they claw their way onto the back porch screen door and hang there yowling until Mom or Dad comes and lets them in.  Of course Mom and Dad weren’t home so they boogied as fast as their cat legs could take them into my dog house and made sure the flap closed behind them.


To be honest I really thought about joining them, but Sam was blocking the door with his body and wouldn’t let me in.  I tried pushing with my nose, but Monkey got right next to Sam and helped Sam push back.


Hum! Stuck! I guess I’ll just climb back up on the futon and hang out there.  I’m not afeared!?!!!!

Now that my bestest buddy in the whole wide world has passed on over the rainbow bridge it really is up to me to be the (shudder, shake, quiver) guard dog of the farm.

When Fuzzy was alive Fuzzy and I would answer those coyote howls, bark for howl until Dad would come out and holler at us.  Then Dad would figure out we were matching the coyotes over there in side pasture and call us in.  Sometimes he would go out with his gun and shoot at the coyotes, but only if they were in the fields next to our house!  Fuzzy was always a little reluctant to come in, but NOT ME!!!  I would be inside as soon as Dad came Outside.

But now, Fuzzy isn’t here, and I am.  And Mom and Dad are not!  So that leaves ME!  Boomer, the beagle, sometimes known as Beaglie!

I was sitting there on the futon staring over to the pasture—-you really can’t see the pasture from our place, there are two huge fields between us and the other house, BUT I know just where to stare because I have super ears that hear very well.  Just so you know, the pasture is behind and to the side of Romeo’s corral.  Romeo is my human sister’s paint horse.  He’s a really nice horse…rather likes me, gives me sniffs and lets me walk right beside him, pretty nice horse.

The side pasture is also alongside and in the back of all the dog cousin’s pen. The dog cousins have a really nice yard, with each dog (there are six) having large roomy pens to live in when they are not working.  The dog cousins are all hounds, except Rocky and he is a Rottweiler.  Rocky is a guard dog, but a really nice guard dog…Dad says he would lick you to death and invite you in.

But on this night…the dog cousins were with their Mom and Dad up in the mountains camping.  That means Mom and I are in charge of their place —Romeo the horse, 19 chickens, and two cats, Twisty and Willow.

That’s a lot of responsibility for one, all-by-himself-beagle!

I listened to the coyotes for a while…a long spell…a really long time.  They didn’t sound like they had made a kill, nor did they sound like they were moving closer to the other house.  Finally it sounded like they were moving away…heading down the draw and up into No-Man’s Land right where the draw starts.


Good! Everything is safe and sound.  Along about the time the coyotes headed up the draw and into No-Man’s Land I saw a car coming down our long, long, long lane.  I listened really close to the sound of the car to see if it was Mom and Dad coming home!

Left in the Dust

YAY! It Was!  I raced over the bridge to meet them and welcome them home.  By the time they got in the yard the cats were out of my dog house milling around the back door meowing to get in.

Dad got out and headed into the house-the cats beating him in.  Mom told me to jump in the car.  “We have to go lock up the chickens down at the other house.” She said.

I jumped in and we drove off.  Once there Mom checked everything, petted on Romeo, fed him, checked on the cats on the front porch, gave them food and water,  then she walked into the chicken house…I wasn’t invited…counted all the sleeping chickens…18 hens and one rooster!  Shut the coop door and we loaded up and headed home to bed.

Back home I headed to my special spot on the back porch…I have the most wonderful bed in the whole house…two very soft memory foam dog bed piled on top of each other.  I have two because one was Fuzzy’s.  Mom got us those when Fuzzy’s hips started hurting him.  They are sooo soft…I don’t even have to do the circle around three times thing I usually do; I just lay down with a huge sigh (I’m not so young anymore either…heading toward 12 next year) and go to sleep.

Sleep is a good thing.  Tomorrow I’ll think about those coyotes, but not now all is good on the farm.

My Boomer



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Sing a Night Song

Umpft!  Snort!  Stretch….ahhh!

What am I hearing?

COYOTES!  The Coyotes are close…right in the bean field!




I ran to the grain bins and bayed to the coyotes…Scram you nasty critters! I yelled.  About that time I heard Mom outside–Good!  She scared them away!

Good job!

I trotted back to Mom and we sat on the back step.


Wow! What a beautiful night!  It made heart lift in great joy!

So much so I walked into the middle of the lawn; lifted my nose way up in the air, made my mouth into a tiny o, and let out a plaintive sound.

I sang and sang for a very long time.  Trying to reach back, back in time to all those that came before.

When I was done Mom called me over and gave me a big hug.  “I understand, Boomer.  I wish I could reach back in time also” she said.


We sat on the back step, just mom and I, letting the silver light flood over us.



The Adventures of Boomer on Friday—Priceless



Hi, Ya, Sam!  Been catching any mice lately?


Your fur is getting messed up Monkey?  A bit windy out here for those of you with long fur!

Oh…look here is Mom.

What’ up, Mom!  What cha go’na do?

To-bed-1“Are you up to putting the farm to bed, Boomer?  Come on…we will go on out and get started, Dad will come up when he is done helping loading hay.”

To-bed-2 Mom reached down and picked me up and sat me down behind her on the four-wheeler.  (Mom has to pick me up and put me places ever since I blew my knee out.  My knee is healed now, but neither she nor I want it to get hurt again—so she always picks me up and puts me behind her—or sits me in the back of the pick-up or on the pick-up seat.)


“WAIT!!!!” Monkey yelled…..”I WANT TO GO!”

“No, Monkey—git!  It’s too far up there!  SCRAM!””  Finally Monkey ran back to the yard.Wait-1

Up we went to gather all the siphon tubes and stack them so the cows won’t stomp on them and destroy them.  Cows are like that ya know…if it’s interesting they like to walk on it to see what it will do.  Cracked siphon tubes in hooves is not a good thing, nor is it something Mom and Dad want to deal with either.


It was hot work…even if the sky acted like it wanted to rain, we all worked up a sweat…Mom even took her coat off…I’m glad I didn’t have a coat like thing on, I was already hot!

BirdUp one field, down another we went, picking up dams and tubes and straightening up anything that might get in the way of the corn combine…then I SAW IT!!!


Looks like the coyotes got a Big Bird…sniff, sniff..snuff…

“Boomer what you got there?” Mom asked, as she walked up the last of the dirt ditch.

“Oh, sometimes nature is so cruel…my, that was a big bird, I wonder what kind it was.”


Dad arrived about that time—“Coyotes!  They’ve gotten very brave again…I saw evidence along the equipment area yesterday.”


Yeah, Dad….Mom and I can hear them when we walk at night.  Mom and I think they are hanging out down around the other house.  They wouldn’t be at that house if Hank still lived there, but since he doesn’t they aren’t afraid!

And we see scat everywhere…coyote poop!  I sometimes stop and pee on it.  Makes me feel…GOOD!!!  Tee hee.

“Coyotes…never a good thing.  You stay close by, Boomie, even if it’s daylight you don’t need to be scaring up some coyotes in their den” Mom admonished me.

Not to worry Mom.  Since Fuzzy isn’t here I try to stay within eye-sight of you…I know you don’t have anyone to protect you now.  I can still get the news, but I’m the only dog now, so I know you need me to take care of you.


‘Come on, Boom, let’s go.



We got done faster with Dad’s help.  A nice little ride on the four-wheeler will cool you down.


Then we need to go check all the water traps for the mice…the mice seem to be rather bad this year also.”  Mom lifted me up, started the engine and off we took right behind Dad.

iop Wind in your ears and cool air on your fur………………priceless!



The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Full Moon on Friday the 13th

lHey, FUZZY!!!  Wake-up, Fuzzy!  Today is Friday the 13th!  Not only is it Friday the 13th we have a FULL MOON— TONIGHT!!!


We won’t be alive the next time this comes along, in fact Mom and Dad won’t be alive…it won’t happen again until Friday,

August 13th 2049!

How very cool is this!!

Hummmmmmmmmm, snort, skurkle….wha, what, Boomer?

Full Moon, Fuzzy!  AND IT’S FRIDAY THE 13th!

Last year we had three Fridays the 13th’s but this year there is only ONE and there is a Full Moon with it!

Hey, that is pretty neat!  What do you think we should do tonight, Boomer?

Lots of people are really suspicious over dates like this, but I don’t see any reason to be nervous, Fuzzy.   Heck, what bad thing can happen?…the sky is full of bright silver light, we will get to go with a walk with Mom in the moonlight and it’s really warm so we won’t be bothered by the cold at all.

Okay, Boom…let’s get to going:

  1.  First let’s holler over to Hank and let him know it what today is.



Bark, Yip, yap….repeat and repeat again and again and again.

Oh, this is good, Pepper is on the line…HEY, PEPPER…You Know what tonight is…..?

Oh!  BOOTS is joining in…Welcome, Boots…guess what tonight is?

Hey, this is really cool everybody in the neighborhood is talking on the dog telephone!

  1. Let’s tell the Coyotes….Every dog in the neighborhood…yipping and yelling!

“You soft as marshmallow house dogs…what do you think you are doing bother us real DOGS?  You are just pretend dogs.  Snarl, growl,



Shhhhhhhhhhh, she said

  1.  Pant, pant, puff, pant….sit by Mom’s bed and act like your are suffocating Fuzzy, so we can get back outside…after all TIME IS A WASTING!“Oh, alright…go on back out.  But be quiet!!!”  Mom warned as she let us out the back door.


BAM!!!! OW!!!!  Boomer!  I tripped and fell and bloodied my nose.

Darn thing, just won’t stop bleeding!

  1. YIKES!   SKUNK ——————– BOOMER!!!  Slow down, boy!  There is a skunk by the grain bin!
  1. Hey, dogs….chitter, chatter,  squeak…you can’t catch me

GET HIM BOOM!!!!  Get the raccoon!!

  1. Come on Fuzzy…he’s heading to the old tree by the canal
  2. Put y’er brakes on Boom…he’s gone.  We’ll never get him up the tree.

Okay, Fuzzy.  Let’s see if there is anything else out here.  We haven’t been this far up the ditch bank for several days…..sniff, sniff, snuff…do you smell anything, Fuzzy?

Nope, not very good, my nose is stuffed up.  But I do think I can smell those two cats from the neighbor way over the way.  They passed here about an hour ago.

10. Boy, the moonlight is sure bright.  Hummmmmmmmmmmm  oh, yes…ahhhhh…ooooooooo, this is really nice.  Come on, Fuzzy…you are going to like this.

11.Ah…no…I don’t think so, Boomer.  That’s just something I really don’t like.

12. Ummmm.  Listen….Mom is out…she’s calling us to go for her mid-night walk.  Well, I guess, tonight it more like her two in the morning walk…  Listen, Boom…we gotta go!

Okay, Fuzzy….just a dollop more.  Mom, is going to love me!  Just wait until she smells this great perfume….roll, wiggle, squiggle, squirm…yes!  I’m ready to go, Fuzzy.

Come on then, Mom is heading our way…we’ will intercept her at the bend in the road.

13. “YUCK!  Boomer!  What in the world did you roll in?”  Mom GAGGED!  (Actually, Mom almost puked)… “Boomer! UGH!”

But it is really nice, Mom.  Really, just take a good whiff…see you do like it.


She went back into the house, Boomer.  I’ll bet you get to have a bath in the morning.

WHAT!  And lose my great perfume?

Darn, I guess a full moon on Friday the 13th does bring some sort’a bad luck.


Pout, pout…I really wanted to wear my perfume for a long, long time.



The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday—Coyotes

BooLast night Mom, Boomer and I went for a short walk.



That is really all I can do now…short, stiff legged walks.  Boom loves to go for huge long walks.  Mom says she likes to walk however we choose to walk.  So if I go along she walks with me and lets Boomer run off sniffing at the news.  I really don’t know how she and Boomer walk, he says he doesn’t either; he has lots of news to check out so he just lets Mom walk however she wants to walk.  Then he comes back and checks on her off and on.


Anyway, Mom asked if we wanted to walk up to the new pipe we put in this late winter…

“SURE!” Boomer and I barked.  Then with huge dogie smiles on our faces we headed out to see what we could see.


Dad has part of a field planted in corn. Boomer said he helped Mom and Dad put in the sweet corn yesterday afternoon.  So part of the field corn is in and all the sweet corn.

Dad is out right now working on planting the other acres of corn.  Dad said he is three weeks behind this year…it’s just been too cold and wet to put the seed in the ground.


Anyway, Boom and I were with Mom, just doing the usual dog-things.  A pee here, a pee there, a sniff around this and that, another pee…Mom laughed and asked us how we could ever have SO MUCH pee!

We just laughed with her.

Suddenly Boom was back ….I mean right back, right UNDER Mom’s feet.  Then in my way.

BOOMER!  What is going on?  I growled at him.


(Photo curtosey from TB over at–the coyote is in the corner…see if you can find him.)

Coyotes, Fuzz!  Right up there in the Rabbit Brush.

How many, Boom?

Two…I think.  I really can’t see more than two.

We both sniffed the air…yeah, two.

Hummmm, does Mom see them.

I don’t know she is messing with the water coming out of that pipe thingy.

What’cha think they are want’n, Fuzzy?


I don’t know Boomer, but one thing is for sure I don’t want to find out.  It could be that old dog sounds good for supper.

Shiver, shake, and sit as close to Mom as you can Fuzzy, get on her if you have too.  We need her to see there are Coyotes out here!!!

Okay…I will.

Pssst!  I don’t think she brought a gun with her Boomer.  This could be serious!

Mom will know what to do…just get on her so she can to see what we see.

“FUZZY!  What is going on?”  Mom sat up and pushed Fuzzy a little ways off her.


“Fuzz-Dude!  What is the matter?  You act afraid of something?”


Good job, Boomer!  Point your nose toward the coyotes and stand your ground

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, I’ll do the same thing.  RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, rumble, mutter, grrrrrrrrrr

Now howl again, I’ll bet Mom can see them if you do that.


“What to do see, Boom-boy?”

“OH!!! Coyotes!”  Geez, and all I have is a camera.

“Slowly start walking back, boys.  Go slow.  Stay with me….if I have to flash the camera maybe that will scare them off.”

“Boom!  Come on!  You don’t have what it takes to fight a coyote!”

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“Oh darn!  Here is Sammy-sam!”

“Come here, Sam.  Come here!  Let me carry you.”

“Whew…we are home!”

Hey, Fuzz!  Let’s let them have it!

Okay, Boomer, assume the barking position!


“NO! Stop that!  We do NOT want them in the yard, nor do you want to be trashed!”  Mom hollered at us.

Growl, mutter, growl….slink off toward the dog houses….growl mutter.

“Go in Sammy….come on boys; dog treat time.  You were great protectors tonight!!”

Hey Boomer…  This is cool!  We protected Mom from the coyotes and got dog treats also!

I guess I’m not as old as I thought I was!