It’s almost two years ago now since Ross brought Boomer home from the parking lot at McDonald’s.
Ross was a senior in high school then, engaged in his pre-Navy fast food career, and Boomer had been hanging around the McDonald’s parking lot for days. They’d been feeding him French fries. Eventually, Ross brought him home and said, “Happy Mother’s Day.”
We named him Spot. Because, of course, he was staying. Or, we wanted him to stay, but he had other ideas. He promptly ran off. We were lucky enough to get him back a few days later.
He was renamed Boomerang, aka Boomer, aka Boom Boom, the Boom, and assorted other endearments. Most often, he was simply known as The Supervisor. He was on-site for every farm task, large or small. He wouldn’t miss a milking for the world.
He thought he was as big as anyone, and would frequently harass the sheep and the donkeys and even Beulah Petunia. He’d eat a cookie right out of Clover’s mouth.
Some more favorite Boomer photos:
He was a travelin’ man, which caused all kinds of trouble. He would follow us down the road for two miles until we’d have to pick him up. He always threw up in the car.
He was a little terrier-type tyke and could get out of anything you tried to put him in.
Because he was such a travelin’ man, I was hoping some happier ending to this story might come about, but Boomer has been missing for weeks now. We have looked and talked to friends and neighbors and called the pound and everything we can think of, but there’s no Boomer. At the time he disappeared, we had high water and flooding conditions. I wondered if he’d gone across the river ford and couldn’t get back. But the water went down and there was still no Boomer. The same week Boomer disappeared, both of our new lambs disappeared. We wondered if the lambs had been stolen, but a few days ago, Coco brought us one of the lambs out of the woods. Or, what was left of it. The lambs were stolen, but not by something on two legs. We do have foxes here and have seen them on our farm. We’ve never seen a coyote, but they are in the area. Around this same time, a neighbor from a farm a few miles away told us they saw a coyote run out of the woods in broad daylight and steal a chicken right in front of their eyes. It’s not the first time they’ve seen a coyote, and they had the wildlife service come out and set traps on their farm. The coyote population is increasing here, but we’ve never seen or heard a coyote on our farm. We know something came and got the lambs, but we don’t know that the same thing happened to Boomer. We only know that the disappearances were close together. From a farming perspective, the lambs were worth money. We were going to sell them. That is not to say that we don’t care about the lambs, but it is different. We hadn’t gotten to know them. Boomer was our buddy, and his value could never be counted in dollars.
And as much as I’d like to continue in the fantasy that he will boomerang back, Boomer knew his way home, and other than that one time when we first got him, he was never gone even 24 hours. He loved home. He loved his people and his Giant Puppy and his supervision of the farm. If Boomer could come home, he would be home. He has been gone too long.
When Coco and Casper walk down the road with us, there’s no Boomer leaping up and down trying to be as big as the big dogs. There’s no dairy supervisor in the milk stand. And Annabelle has no one to bounce around the hay shed with her anymore.
A few of my favorite Boomer posts:
Boomer’s Magnificent Find
Kindling in the Snow
The Best Kind of Barn
He was a good little dog and we loved him. Wherever he is, I hope he’s eating French fries.