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About Bongo

I am a dog who has lots of mini adventures that I love to share. I live with a cat named Scratchy who sometimes steals my blog, and with two people. When my adventures don't turn out so well I get my person to laugh while she helps me write my blog and then I don't get into as much trouble.

Just a Memory

Bongo's head looking over the washI’m taking the memory trail today before I forget.

You see, we haven’t had rain in a very long time.

I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like.

It’s been so long that the county I live in has already posted fire restrictions.

They never post fire restrictions this early in the year.

Maybe somebody should tell them it’s only April.

So anyway, before I forget what rain is like, I thought I’d look back at some pictures my person took from the last time it rained.

She doesn’t make me wait around as much when she takes rain pictures like she does when she’s taking flower pictures, so I like the rain pictures better.

Bongo looking at wet red rocks

The rocks on my trails change color when it rains.

Rain must have some magical dye in it or something that goes away the same time the rain does.

Bongo on rocks with water flowing down

Water flows down the rocks on my trails when there’s rain.

It’s fun to splash in.

Red rocks covered in clouds

Sometimes the rain has giant erasers and it starts erasing the big rocks on my trails.

The rocks always come back eventually, so they must be magic erasers.

Bongo in his puddle

My puddle!

Oh puddle, I almost forgot about you.

It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.

Where are you hiding?

I’m not sure why my puddle only shows up when it rains.

Well puddle, I guess it will be awhile longer till I see you again because…

Bongo on the trail with red rocks and blue sky in the background

I’m really enjoying all this great weather we’re having.

Guess I’ll forget about the rain.

 
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Posted by on April 24, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Blooming Yucca

Bongo looking at a yucca plantFor some reason there seem to be a lot of yucca plants blooming on my trails this year.

Usually I’m lucky to see one of two of them.

But this year they’re blooming all over the place.

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Look, here’s another one.

Yucca plant beginning to bloom

This one’s just starting out.

But here’s one that’s halfway there.

Yucca plant in partial bloom

And of course my person has to stop and take pictures of all of them.

I think I need to hide her camera.

Here she goes. Stopping again.

Yucca plant in bloom

Yucca plant in bloom

But sometimes there are advantages to having my person stop at all the blooming yucca plants.

Bongo sniffing below a yucca plant

Sometimes they come with good messages.

But then again, maybe it’s not so good having my person always taking pictures.

Bongo near a yucca plant in bloom

Does my butt look big in this picture?

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Earth Day at the Computer

Bongo's faceWhat an excuse!

My person has been sitting at the computer all day.

I mean it. All day!

And she says she doesn’t have time to type up my blog post.

So you know what she’s doing?

She says it’s Earth Day today so she’s making me post pictures of flowers on my trails.

Those flowers that she’s always making me sit around for while she takes pictures of them.

I’m surprised we have any flowers since we’ve hardly had any rain in months.

Maybe I should stop watering them.

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Happy Earth Day everybody!

 
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Posted by on April 22, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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One Lonely Flower

Bongo and an Indian Paintbrush flowerThis time of year on most parts of my trails there are flowers. Some here, some there.

But enough flowers that my person is constantly stopping to take pictures.

It’s frustrating.

I mean, when I stop to check my messages she’s always dragging me along.

But then she wants to stop and she gets mad if I drag her along.

I do it anyway, unless there’s a good message right near the flowers.

But there’s one part of my trails where I’m safe.

There aren’t any flowers growing there.

Well, there weren’t any flowers growing there.

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But this little flower decided to brave it all by itself.

One Indian Paintbrush flower

Doesn’t it look lonely there?

But now that there’s a flower here my person is going to stop everywhere on my trails to take pictures.

I think I’d better hide this flower.

Bongo and grass

So she doesn’t know it’s here.

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Posted by on April 21, 2014 in Bongo

 

Peeking into the Tomb

Alexander_Ivanov_-_Christ's_Appearance_to_Mary_Magdalene_after_the_Resurrection_-_Google_Art_ProjectPerson, I’ve been waiting all week because you told me there’s more to the story.

But I don’t know how there can be.

I mean, they nailed Jesus to a cross and He died.

Isn’t that the end of the story?

I’m listening, but I don’t think you’ll have anything to say.

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Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance.

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I knew it!

There’s no more story about Jesus. You’re telling me a story about Mary Magdalene.

I have to have patience???

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So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!”

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Why would anyone want to take Jesus if He already died?

I am listening.

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So Peter and the other disciple started for the tomb. Both were running, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first.

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I bet I could have run faster.

Yes, I’m listening.

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He bent over and looked in at the strips of linen lying there but did not go in. Then Simon Peter, who was behind him, arrived and went into the tomb. He saw the strips of linen lying there, as well as the burial cloth that had been around Jesus’ head. The cloth was folded up by itself, separate from the linen. Finally the other disciple, who had reached the tomb first, also went inside.

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It’s about time.

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He saw and believed. (They still did not understand from Scripture that Jesus had to rise from the dead.)

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Jesus had to what!?

I’m listening for sure now.

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Then the disciples went back to their homes, but Mary stood outside the tomb crying.

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Maybe if I gave her some loves she’d feel better.

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As Mary wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.

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I knew it!

This story isn’t about Jesus. It’s about angels showing up instead.

I’ll listen! I’ll listen!

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The angels asked Mary, “Woman, why are you crying?”

“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” At this she turned and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.

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I would have known it was Jesus.

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“Woman,” Jesus said, “why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”

Thinking He was the gardener she said, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have put Him, and I will get Him.”

Jesus said to her, “Mary.”

She turned toward Him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means teacher).

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Maybe Mary Magdalene was blind. She only recognized Jesus when she heard Him say her name.

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Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet returned to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, I am returning to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.”

Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that He had said these things to her.

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I don’t care what Jesus said. I wouldn’t have let go of him.

I would have attached Him to my leash or something so He couldn’t go missing again.

 
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Posted by on April 20, 2014 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Stump with a Heart

Tall stump with a red rock shaped like a heart on itI pass this stump almost every day when I go walking on my trails, but there’s something different about it today.

This stump has a heart.

It never had a heart before.

Not until today.

I wonder if this stump went to the Land of Oz and got its heart.

You know, like the tin man who wanted a heart.

So he went and talked to the wizard.

That tin man had to do a lot of hard things to find out that he really did have a heart.

I wonder what this stump had to do.

Maybe build a few rock piles – or knock some down.

Or chase away the aliens when they try to invade my trails.

Or it might have stood guard against those nasty javelina when they tried to eat the prickly pear cactus.

Whatever that stump did, it worked.

And I think I’ll hang around it for awhile because…

Bongo next to the stump with the heart

This stump has heart.

 
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Posted by on April 19, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Rock Pile Wars

Bongo looking at new rock piles on the trailThey’re at it again.

More rock piles on my trails.

Right near the part of my trail that everybody passes by.

They should leave the rock piles on the part of my trails where hardly anybody goes.

Those rock piles keep multiplying.

But here there are rock pile wars.

Somebody puts them up – somebody takes them down.

Rock piles don’t last long here.

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But it looks like someone worked hard to make sure these rock piles stay.

That one pile has a double column of rocks.

Bongo checking out the rock piles

I’m getting a bad feeling about these rocks.

I rarely growl, but these rocks deserve one.

Just a low, quiet growl – enough to put those rocks in their place.

Bongo slinking away from the rock piles

And now I’m outta here.

Carefully, so those rock piles don’t get suspicious.

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Guess what!

I went by that spot again the next day and the rock piles were gone.

Up again – down again.

Rock pile wars.

 
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Posted by on April 18, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Gone with the Century

Bongo and a fallen down century plantHmmm. What’s this?

It looks like it’s from another century.

Last year’s century.

I know last year was only a year, but it had centuries in it too.

How do I know?

Because here’s one of them right here.

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Bongo looking at the fallen down century plant

This century plant grew up right next to my trail last year.

And now it’s gone. Splat!

Bongo walking away from the century plant

I guess that’s the end of the centuries on my trails.

I’ll have to take it year by year now.

One of these big things only shows up once in a hundred years.

I don’t think I’ll be around for the next one.

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Hey, what’s this smell?

Bongo sniffing near a new century plant

It smells like that century plant.

Bongo walking away from the century plant

Naw. There’s not a chance in a hundred that another century plant would show up on my trails.

Probably a good thing.

My person takes too many pictures of them.

Tall century plant stalk

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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One Little Escape

Bongo in dog jail looking sadA few nights ago I was hanging out in the backyard and I didn’t want to come back inside.

I’ve never escaped at night before, so I convinced my person to let me stay in the yard.

What I didn’t tell her was that the meter person hadn’t latched one of the gates – the one you can’t see unless you walk over to it because it’s hiding behind the shed.

So I was hanging out in the yard and I decided to expand my boundaries, and I left.

It wasn’t really escaping – the gate was open.

And I didn’t go very far. My person got in her car and found me a little ways down the street.

She could have walked to where I was.

But then my person did something really bad.

A couple nights ago she locked me in dog jail and escaped from the house without me.

I could hear her out there.

And here’s what’s really bad.

She was hanging out with my neighbor dog Toby and another neighbor dog that I haven’t met yet.

And a whole bunch of my neighbors.

I don’t know why she didn’t take me.

Do I have to pay forever for one little jaunt down the street?

She could have at least brought some treats back for me.

But all she brought were a bunch of pictures of the moon.

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I don’t get it.

What’s such a big deal about the moon?

 
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Posted by on April 16, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Curtailed Jumping

Gizmo asleep on the bedDoesn’t Gizmo look sweet sleeping on the bed?

Well, don’t you believe it for a minute.

It’s all a ruse – a clever disguise.

There’s nothing sweet about Gizmo.

Here’s what’s been going on.

You see, it’s my job to get my person up in the morning.

When it’s time for her to get out of bed I start jumping – right next to the bed.

And sometimes my front paws land right on the bed.

And it works.

Because I keep jumping till my person gets up.

I’m persistent that way.

She can’t ignore me like she ignores her alarm clock.

But a couple days ago Gizmo was sleeping on the end of my person’s bed when I started jumping.

And he took a big swipe at me – claws and all.

So when Gizmo’s on the bed I don’t dare jump anymore.

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I’m taking my life in my paws if I do.

Gizmo awake on the bed

Look at him. He’s awake now.

He doesn’t look so sweet and innocent anymore, does he?

He’s probably thinking about swiping at me with those claws of his.

Bongo on the floor - Gizmo on the bed

Hey person, I think you’d better ban Gizmo from your bed.

Otherwise, I’m taking no blame if you don’t get up on time.

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Note from Bongo’s person: Gizmo is staying on the bed.

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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