My people took me for an early walk. That’s good – I think – except we hardly ever go for morning walks. We usually go in the afternoon or evening. And only sometimes do both of my people go with me. But the worst thing was that they cut the walk short. No way can it be time to go back already.
Here comes the really bad thing. After we got back from my walk both my people got in the car and left. They said they were going to a place called Mesa and they would be gone all day.
What! You mean I’m stuck in the house all day with Scratchy? Can’t you at least leave me out in the yard? I promise I won’t jump the fence. Really.
And where is this Mesa place? Why is it so far away. We have lots of mesas right around here. You could run over, touch a mesa, and come right back. Or you could at least go to Airport Mesa, catch a plane to that faraway Mesa, and then you could get back home sooner.
Well, I was hanging out in the house feeling miserable because my people were gone so long, and I had started to squeeze my legs together, when I heard a strange car in the driveway. Well, it wasn’t my people’s car anyway. I think I’ve heard this car, but not for awhile.
Then somebody came in the front door. It was a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time and she let me out in the back yard. What a miracle! How did she know to come over just now? I felt so relieved.
My people finally came back home and I tried to tell them how lucky they were that my friend came over when she did, when it dawned on me.
I heard somebody say once that mesa means table in Spanish. We have a table in the kitchen. My people didn’t have to go anywhere.
May 2, 2012 at 12:15 pm
Hope you had a great time at Mesa!
May 2, 2012 at 4:52 pm
Cee, they were checking out a college for my younger person. Couldn’t he just go to college on top of the Airport Mesa? It would be so much closer.
May 2, 2012 at 12:30 pm
Sometimes your people need to go where you cant Bongo. Glad they seemed to have arranged for you to get out in the yard at least. What? They didnt bring you any treats back?!
May 2, 2012 at 4:54 pm
Susan, maybe I should send my people back to Mesa for the treats they forgot to get. Oh yeah, we have a new PetSmart right down the hill and they don’t even have to go near a mesa to get there. I’ll just send them there.
May 2, 2012 at 1:21 pm
Wish I could be there. You are truly blessed Bongo
May 2, 2012 at 4:54 pm
Thanks Tri. I wish you could be here too. I’d give you lots of slobbery kisses.
May 2, 2012 at 10:42 pm
I would love that Bongo, I love it when my babies give me slobbery kisses too. 😉
Paws To Talk
May 2, 2012 at 2:24 pm
We’re relieved that you were relieved from an accident on the floor! We know that feeling. Thank goodness for human friends who know how to open the door to the yard.
Bongo keep training your humans. What a waste of a trip when they had a Mesa right in your house. They’ll get it someday. 🙂
Bella and DiDi
May 2, 2012 at 4:55 pm
Bella and DiDi, training my people seems to be a constant job. I bet you have that same problem too.
Paws To Talk
May 2, 2012 at 5:15 pm
*Sigh* We do. Just when we think we have made progress they do something that makes us doubt the job we have done.
May 2, 2012 at 2:36 pm
LOL! so funny Bongo! Specially since we also call our tables “Mesa” like the Spanish do (The Philippines was colonized by Spain for more than 3 centuries so we got most of our words from them: a little bit of history for you there)
May 2, 2012 at 4:57 pm
Yashikibuta, you did just teach me something about the Philippines. And my person too. We had no idea the Philippines had that Spanish influence.
May 2, 2012 at 4:49 pm
I didn’t know you knew Spanish! Maybe they went to a town covered in tables…
Hope you had a fun day trip!
May 2, 2012 at 5:10 pm
Bongo, the German here. I hate it when my people leave – and worry so much. It’s best just to nap. I try to open the door: it’s a lever handle and I can do it myself….but they caught on and put the shiny stick in the door’s nostril and somehow the door refuses to let me out. SO I just nap…and try not to nibble on the sweater on the chair…it’s OK to sleep on it though. Do they leave a sweater for you to sleep on?
May 2, 2012 at 5:29 pm
German, I usually sleep too because Scratchy won’t play with me. I don’t have a sweater to sleep on though. Maybe I should ask for one. I just sleep on my bed, or the carpet, or sometimes I sleep on the couch – but don’t tell my people. I get off of it when I hear the car drive up, so they don’t know. I wonder if you could chew the stick that’s in the door’s nostril so you can open the door again.
May 2, 2012 at 6:19 pm
Oh, Bongo! Being left behind is the worst! Thank goodness a friend came over to visit for a while. When Mom leaves me, I hide in the kitchen, in case of danger. You were very brave.
Love and licks,
May 2, 2012 at 6:30 pm
Thanks Cupcake. The only time I have a real problem being left alone is if there’s thunder. But I’d rather have my people here with me.
May 2, 2012 at 10:19 pm
Bongo, you must be so relieved to have your people back!
May 2, 2012 at 10:36 pm
Monica, it’s always better when my people are here. I was relieved shortly after they got home.
May 2, 2012 at 11:12 pm
“I won’t jump the fence, really” Paaahaaa! I suppose the cheque’s in the post too…
May 2, 2012 at 11:55 pm
Flo, I guess my person never got that check because she just won’t believe me about the fence thing.
May 3, 2012 at 12:44 am
See why education is so good for you?! if you’d told them that, they wouldn’t have to leave the house! […not nice when they have to leave the house, I know!]
May 3, 2012 at 9:51 am
Marina, I don’t think my people would listen to me. I’m not sure what it is, but they seemed to have an attraction to that far off Mesa.
May 3, 2012 at 12:53 am
Bongo, I’m glad your people came home the same day and didn’t stay for a few days in Mesa… 🙂
May 3, 2012 at 9:52 am
Angels Whisper, I’m glad they came home too, although my younger person says he’s going to go live there in a few months.
May 3, 2012 at 7:52 am
Bongo, I know how you felt when your people went out without you as it sometimes happens to me, too! I often hide my humans slippers and get them upset when they return! *sniggers behind paws*
May 3, 2012 at 9:53 am
Kevin, that’s a good idea. Slippers beware!
May 3, 2012 at 7:50 pm
Ginger says she will never look at the table in the same way ever again! 🙂 No need to wait for your ppl ever again she says……
May 3, 2012 at 9:51 pm
Collies, my younger person says he is going to go to school in that faraway Mesa next year. I think he should just sit at the table in the kitchen and do his studying there.
May 6, 2012 at 8:22 pm
Poor Bongo. Maybe one day you could go with your peoples, just to visit. 🙂
May 6, 2012 at 8:52 pm
Sunshine, my person says she wants to take me when she goes to visit my younger person when he moves there for college – but my younger person says he doesn’t want dog hair where he’s living. What to do, what to do?
May 6, 2012 at 9:28 pm
Oh, phooey, Bongo! You don’t have dog hair, remember? Tell your younger persons you have, ‘in demand’ precious pooch fur, and it’s worth millions. Perhaps you should charge your younger person a fee if you visit since your fur is worth sooo much. LOL!
May 6, 2012 at 9:52 pm
Sunshine, my person has a friend who spins wool. So all my people have to do is collect my hair and it can be made into a sweater.