Bongo’s been gone in the dog hotel for a few days now.
He must be running out of adventures because I didn’t find a post on his blog today.
So now’s my chance. I’m getting on the computer and filling in for him.
Don’t tell him I did this. He always gets really mad at me when I try to take over his blog.
But I don’t have anything better to do anyway.
I’ve been hanging out here all by myself all week.
It’s been really nice not having Bongo to harass me, but it’s kind of lonely too.
I couldn’t even steal Bongo’s food because there wasn’t any.
It’s really hard to get into mischief when nobody else is around.
And it’s especially hard to make sure Bongo gets all the blame for my mischief when he isn’t even here.
I do get a visit sometimes from my friends from across the street, but they don’t care if I’m up to mischief.
Oh wait. I think I hear something.
Is that Bongo?
Is he coming home already.
I’d better get off his blog quick.
Please don’t tell him I did this.
Oh, it’s you Bongo.
Wake me up when you’ve got something to say.