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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.

Best Toys

20 Oct

I’m really bummed. My person said that I’m not allowed to post to my blog anymore unless I share it with Scratchy sometimes. Okay, I guess so. Scratchy, it’s your turn now.

Hi everybody. It’s me, Scratchy. This is fun taking over Bongo’s blog and I don’t even have to sneak this time. My person made Bongo let me write. I thought I’d tell you about my absolutely favorite kind of toy in the world. I just love playing with chenille wires. My person says they used to call them pipe cleaners, but hardly anyone smokes a pipe anymore and they (whoever decides what to call things) probably didn’t want kids making crafts out of something that’s used to clean a pipe.

The first time I discovered how much fun these chenille things are I had to steal them from my younger person. That was when he was even more younger and still did crafts. Now that my person knows that I like them she gives them to me sometimes. It’s great fun to toss them around and pretend I’ve caught a mouse.

Scratchy – I’m taking my blog back. What you’re writing is so boring. Who cares about chenille wires. Balls and Frisbees are so much more fun – or maybe a squeaky stuffed animal – shaped like a cat.

Hijacked! (bongodogblog.wordpress.com)
Scratchy (bongodogblog.wordpress.com)

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Posted by Bongo on October 20, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Bongo, Pets, Pipe cleaner, Scratchy

Adventures of a Dead Mouse

19 Oct

I saw a dead mouse on my walk today. I tried to get my person to take a picture of it, but she wouldn’t do it. She said nobody would want to see a picture of a dead mouse. I don’t know why. I thought it was pretty interesting.

I’ve never seen a dead mouse before, or any kind of dead animal for that matter. My person says that they don’t stick around that way for long because somebody eats them. I wouldn’t have minded checking it out, but once my person saw it she made me leave.

I wonder why it hadn’t been eaten yet. Maybe a coyote caught it but a bear chased the coyote and the coyote dropped it. Maybe it was trampled by a herd of javelina. Maybe a hawk caught it, but an eagle tried to get it from the hawk and the hawk dropped it. Maybe it died of old age and nobody had discovered the new meat market yet.

I guess I’ll never know why that mouse was still there. I bet I know one thing though. I won’t find it there tomorrow.

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Posted by Bongo on October 19, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets

Mistaken Identity

18 Oct

Rumpy

While my person and I were out walking I saw a dog that looked like my blogging friend Rumpy. He was with two other dogs and a person, and they were walking through a dry wash. My person and I were on the trail a little way above the wash.

Well of course I wanted to go see my friend. I hadn’t met Rumpy in person before – only in blogger space. I tugged and yanked on my leash and my person tugged and yanked back, but I usually have the advantage when it’s a downhill run. I finally broke free from my person and headed down the hill toward my friend.

Oops. I discovered too late that this was not my friend at all – and this dog was not very happy to see me. He raised his hair and I raised mine. We checked each other out and then we started to tousle.

The other dog’s person made him leave and I was so embarrassed that I went right where my person told me to go. Back up the hill and home.

No one was hurt in this embarrassing episode except for my person. She scraped her hand trying to keep me from going down the hill. Silly person. All she had to do was tell me that wasn’t my friend down there. I would have listened. Really I would. I hope she doesn’t make me pay for her band-aid.

P.S. Rumpy has a really great blog. You can check it out at http://rumpydog.wordpress.com.

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Posted by Bongo on October 18, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Rumpy, Trail

Puddle Pull

17 Oct

There’s a really cool puddle that my person and I come across when we go out for our walks. Most of the year it’s just some sand in a low spot on a big rock. When we get rain the water stays in this low spot and a puddle forms. The puddle shrinks each day until it rains again and then it gets big.

I love this puddle because it has all kinds of interesting smells. I can smell the coyotes that go to drink there at night, and some of the smaller animals too. The only problem is that whenever we get to this puddle my person tries to get me away from it. She tells me not to drink the water. I’m not sure what’s so different about the puddle water. She lets me drink all the water I want at home, so what’s the problem? I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with that water. After all, the sand where I used to do my business is completely covered up.

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Posted by Bongo on October 17, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Puddle, Water

The Core is Mine

16 Oct

There she goes – eating one of those things again. Nice, round, and juicy. My person says it’s called an apple. I wish she’d give me a whole apple sometimes, but she eats them and just gives me the core. At least she takes the stem off first. I hope you don’t think my person is mean to me, throwing me her garbage. I really like those apple cores and I ask my person for them.

Sometimes my person cuts the apple into pieces and I get a little piece of the core at a time. My person tosses them to me and I catch them. I love catching things and I’m really good at it. I only miss when my person throws it wrong. Other times my person eats the apple whole and I get one big core when she’s done. If I’m really lucky she’ll leave some of the good part of the apple on it for me.

Right now she’s sitting at the counter with one of those apples. I think I’ll just sit on the floor next to her. I’m sitting very quietly, very politely. She’ll get the hint.

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Posted by Bongo on October 16, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Apple, Pets

Almost Up the Chimney

15 Oct

My person totally confused me today. Normally when we go for a walk we make a big loop – going out on one trail and back home on another. Today we got to the place where we usually turn around and go back – but we didn’t go back. My person took me on a trail I’ve never been on before and we kept walking further away from our house. I wasn’t sure what to think, but it was fun finding new smells. My person likes to drag me along when I’ve stopped for a good smell, but this time I kept trying to drag her more than she was dragging me. She kept stopping and getting her camera out. I’d be walking along and suddenly come to the end of my leash.

My person took me to a rock called Chimney Rock. You can probably figure out why it’s called that.

To get there we had to walk through some dry washes. They only have water in them when it rains.

When we got around the side of Chimney Rock it looked different. Instead of one big rock it looked like three.

We got to the top of the trail and it went back down the other side, so we stopped and rested before coming back the way we’d gone up. Someone was nice enough to leave a stick up there for me. I tried to get my person to throw it so I could go after it, but she said I might fall down the steep hill. I couldn’t convince her otherwise.

My person kept stalling on the way home – getting her camera out for more pictures.

It’s a good thing they had the trail marked. I could find it by the smell, but I think my person might have gotten lost.

I guess It was good my person took her time, or we wouldn’t have seen this.

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Posted by Bongo on October 15, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Chimney Rock, Hiking, Outdoors, Pets, Photography, Recreation, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Trail

A Gentle Whisper

14 Oct

I can’t spell but my person told me that Dog spelled backwards is God. I don’t know what that means. Maybe it means that I’m the opposite of God, my thoughts about God are backwards (not sure that I have any), or that I need God? I think I do need God, but I don’t know how to go about finding Him. I thought maybe I’d turn some God thoughts into dog thoughts and see what happens.

The Lord said, “Go stand in your living room in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Then a great and powerful vacuum cleaner tore through the living room and pushed my toys out of the way, but the Lord was not in the vacuum cleaner. After the vacuum cleaner came rain and hail beating down on the roof, but the Lord was not in the rain and hail. After the rain and hail came very loud thunder, but the Lord was not in the thunder. After the thunder came a gentle whisper.

I was barked out from the vacuum cleaner and shaking from the thunder and other noisy things. Gentle whispers are nice, but I’m still not sure if God talks to dogs. I kind of stole that story and my person says I have to tell you where I got it from so I’m not guilty of plagiarism (what’s that?). Okay, here goes. The story came from I Kings 19:11-12 in the Bible. I just changed a few words so it made more sense to me.

This has been hard on my brain. I think I’ll go to sleep now. I hope that gentle whisker doesn’t tickle me.

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Posted by Bongo on October 14, 2011 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Bible, dogs, faith, God, Pets

Confession of a Litter Box Junkie

13 Oct

I have a confession to make. I am a litter box junkie. Every time my person leaves the house I head straight for it. I can’t help myself. Scratchy even has one with a lid on it but that doesn’t stop me. I push it around until I can stick my head into it and then I look for those little rolls in the litter. They’re like crunchy treats. Sometimes the treats are hard to get and I end up sliding the litter box all the way across the room in my struggles.

My person says I’ve probably grossed you out by now, but I can’t help myself. I don’t feel sorry for doing this. I’m not planning to stop. It’s just something I’ve gotta do. I’m actually doing my person a favor. She doesn’t have to clean the litter box nearly as often.

I’m glad Scratchy is an only cat though. Sometimes I find him inside doing his business when I poke my head in. I could be in real trouble if I looked inside and found two cats in the litter box.

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Posted by Bongo on October 13, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Cats and Dogs, Litter box, Pets, Scratchy

Friends

12 Oct

My person usually wont’ let me near any other dogs when we meet up with them on the trail. As a matter of fact she won’t let me near any people either unless they come up to me. She holds my collar tight and pulls me off to the side of the trail. I can’t figure out why. I’ve only been mean to a few dogs. If my person only knew what those dogs were thinking she wouldn’t mind that I was mean to them.

I do have some friend dogs though and sometimes we meet up on the trail. A few days ago I saw my friend Maple who used to live on my street, but my best friend dog is Timmy. Timmy lives across the street from me and we greet each other when we get together on the trail. Timmy doesn’t like to walk as far as I do though and he’ll start heading for home when I’m just getting going.

Timmy and I have something in common – besides being dogs, that is. We both live with black cats. Timmy’s black cat is Bubba. Bubba comes over to my yard sometimes but I have to chase him back to Timmy. One black cat is all I can handle.

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Posted by Bongo on October 12, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: black cat, Pets, Scratchy

Tiny Flute Player

11 Oct

Tiny Person on Top of Sugarloaf

When my person took me for my walk on the trails tonight I could hear music. My person said the music came from a flute and it sounded like Native American flute music. She said that around here it could be a real Native American playing the flute or it could be a Native American wanna be.

We saw a tiny person standing on the top of Sugarloaf, the big rock my person and I climbed up a few days ago. I think that tiny person might have been the one playing the flute. My person wouldn’t let me go up there. She said it would be dark before we could get back down and besides, my younger person was waiting for his dinner. Me too.

When we got to the side of Sugarloaf we could see more tiny people up there and a person wearing a skirt passed us on the trail. People hardly ever wear skirts on a hiking trail, but they wear them to flute concerts.

Maybe they were having a full moon ceremony. The coyotes around here have full moon ceremonies, so I guess the people could have them too.