What is going on on my trails?
Yesterday I told you how those boys were turned into piles of rocks.
Now I’m finding little piles of rocks.
What could these be?
They’re too small to be bunnies.
I think I’d better get my Detective Dog hat on and investigate this.
If this keeps up everything that moves will be turned into piles of rocks.
I’d better find out who’s behind this.
Oh look! I’ve found more clues.
That big pile of rocks under the wire is supposed to be there.
That marks the trail so people don’t get lost.
Well, less people get lost anyway.
But look what’s on top of that pile of rocks.
There’s another pile of rocks.
Someone’s trying to be sneaky now and disguise their piles.
They’re hoping no one will notice what they’re up to.
Well, I have noticed!
And I’m going to get to the bottom of this.
I’d better hurry too.
Because if I don’t find the culprit soon enough someone might sneak up behind me…
and turn me into a pile of rocks.
February 19, 2014 at 10:33 am
Maybe the trained rocks are trying to get all those scattered ones to follow by example? Or it could be space aliens trying to lure ….don’t hang around there too long, Bongo
February 23, 2014 at 1:32 pm
Karen, that’s what I’m thinking. I could be zapped into outer space. I’m outta here!
February 19, 2014 at 11:37 am
In Australia there is Ayers Rock that must be named after somebody called Ayer…so now we could have Bongo’s Rock…..or maybe those little rocks are baby boys as yesterday they were tall boys.
Cor! I do love that hat…makes my tummy go all queasy…you are so fantastic
February 23, 2014 at 1:33 pm
Thanks Patrecia. I like that – Bongo’s Rock. As long as it isn’t me turned into a rock.
February 23, 2014 at 2:29 pm
Oh no, you could never turn into a rock…you would be a National Monument like Statue of Liberty
February 23, 2014 at 4:45 pm
Woo woo! That would make me famous!
February 19, 2014 at 3:02 pm
Oh I think I know People have to mark their spots we do it different
February 23, 2014 at 1:34 pm
Fredrieka, at least our markings have a purpose.
February 19, 2014 at 3:51 pm
Yes, Bongo… better watch your back!!!! 🙂
February 23, 2014 at 1:35 pm
Marina, I saw a man wandering around here and there on my trails and I got really worried – but I think maybe he was just lost. Anyway, he didn’t turn me into a rock pile.
February 19, 2014 at 4:35 pm
I think in the night the tall piles of rocks turn back into boys and they run around making tiny piles of rocks in unexpected places. Don’t come outside at night and you’ll be fine, B.
Love and licks and I hate the dark,
February 23, 2014 at 1:36 pm
Cupcake, I guess I’m safe then. My person won’t let me farther than the yard at night.
Two French Bulldogs
February 19, 2014 at 7:26 pm
Maybe the big rocks had baby rocks than the baby rocks will have pebbles than the pebbles will have sand
February 23, 2014 at 1:37 pm
Lily, that must be it. I think it already must have happened. We have everything from mountain sized rocks to big, medium, and little rocks, to sand on my trails.
February 20, 2014 at 3:15 am
You stay safe – who would take your human for walks and keep her out of mischief?!
February 23, 2014 at 1:38 pm
Dalton, you’re right. If I wasn’t around who knows what kind of trouble my person would get into.
February 20, 2014 at 6:36 am
*gasps* Oh no Bongo…if the culprit turns you into a pile of rocks, I’ll get and give him/her what for!!!
February 23, 2014 at 1:39 pm
Thanks Kevin. Sure is good to know I have a friends who will stick up for me.
February 21, 2014 at 8:23 am
Oh oh Bongo, you’d better be careful of those rocks – they’re in rock jail.
February 23, 2014 at 2:03 pm
Diane and Lola, do you think I should let those rocks out of rock jail? Oh maybe not. They might attack.
February 23, 2014 at 3:12 pm
Noooo Bongo – you do not ever let rocks out of jail once they’ve been put there. Someone did that for a reason.
February 22, 2014 at 11:23 am
Its taller than it is wide and that means it needs to be watered……. -The Collies
February 23, 2014 at 4:27 pm
Collies, I’m on top of it. I watered it already. Well, not the top of it… You know what I mean.