Fudge - 2008
October. Boy, it sure was nice to get out of that crate and head
into a new adventure. It was rather lonely without my littermates and mom
around, but I settled right in
with the Old Geezer
and Mrs. Geezer. It was dark when I arrived at my new home, but in the
morning I looked around and decided that this place was going to be lots of
fun. I have taken many long walks through the pasture and have found that we
had lots of Valley Quail living in the brush piles on the place. There's
also many cottontail rabbits, and I have already found a mouse that a hawk
must have dropped when I scared him away. I've been doing lots of exploring,
twig retrieving and leaf carrying, and everyone seems to enjoy my antics -
except when I bite.
A couple of days after I arrived the whole clan came to see me and vote
on my name. They all decided that there was no doubt but what my color was
like a piece of fudge and that would be a good unique name that is easy to
call - so I became Fudge.
Fudge Goes Fishing:
In late October we were
still having some beautiful fall weather, so the Geezer and his nice Lady
decided to take me fishing. Geezer's got a jet boat (and a couple of others)
and loves to fish the Snake River for smallmouth bass. When we took off from
the launch ramp I got quite interested in the river, but nothing alarmed me.
We pulled up along the bank and started drifting down the current. Suddenly
that old man jerked and twitched and there was splashing in the water, and
over the side came what I found out was called a "fish". I checked him out,
and would have licked him to death, but the Geezer threw him overboard. He
repeated this a couple more times and then they tried to get me excited by
zooming up the river. I was stretched out on the front deck and snored
through it all. I guess I passed all the tests for they didn't throw me in
the river. I did wade around a bit as they took the boat out, but the water
was quite cold.
Boy, it's a lot colder up here in Idaho:
What's a dog supposed
to do on a cold winter
Now if I could only figure out how to get that old geezer to give up more of
that down comforter I'd sure be a lot warmer.
You can tell that Boykin pups sure have a tough time getting used to life
out here in the west. The geezer doesn't even have a copy of "Lassie
Come Home" to read to me. Instead he reads me those stupid fishing books.
Got Milk?
The end of 2008 provided
a real test for this young Boykin. We had snow, snow, blizzard like winds,
and more snow. Luckily, the valley we live in doesn't get most of the snow
and my bosses hope it all falls in the mountains. They tell me they like
lots of snow in the mountains so the lake stays full during the summer.
I liked the snow for it made the bunnies and quail-birds easier to find.
I'm turning into a handsome devil aren't I?
