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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.

The Fence

21 Aug

My weeds, the ones in the yard that I like to chew on, are being pulled out by one of my people. I’m hanging out in the yard with her. I usually don’t get to hang out in the yard. I’m starting to get bored and it’s getting hot. I’m ready for adventure.

It’s safe. My person is on the other side of the yard. Here I go! One giant leap for dog! Gotta pull myself over before she crosses the yard. Yippee! I’m free!

Oh oh. Here she comes around the front of the house. And she’s got my leash. I’ll just duck under the neighbor’s back fence. She’ll never get me.

This is great. Lounging around the neighbor’s yard. Hey, wait a minute! Here she comes in her car. She’s going somewhere without me. I wanna come. Oh good. She’s opening the door so I can get in. This is an even bigger adventure. A trip in the car.

One turn. Two turns. I wonder where we’re going. Hey, this is our front yard! This is our house! Do I have to jump the fence again?

The fence that Bongo jumped.

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Posted by Bongo on August 21, 2011 in dogs, humor, pets

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Escaping Thunder

20 Aug

Yesterday it thundered – a bunch. I don’t like thunder at all. The thunder was so bad that even Scratchy the cat jumped. Thank goodness one of my people was home with me. I didn’t let her out of my sight. I feel safer if someone is with me.

Don’t ever leave me alone when it’s thundering. It’s so big it’s hard to get away from. Sometimes, if I’m outside, I can’t run fast enough to get away from it. But other times I can get away from it and I can’t hear it anymore. Then I can go back home.

I really hate it when I can’t get out of the house during a thunderstorm. I’ve tried different ways to escape. I’m pretty good at escaping from the yard, but the house is harder. Last time I tried to go out through a closet. There was stuff in the way that I had to tear through and the closet wall wouldn’t budge. One of my people said I was trying to get to Narnia. I don’t know where Narnia is, but if there’s no thunder there that’s where I want to be.

Bongo

Building up to a Thunderstorm

Coyote Chase

19 Aug

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I chased a coyote once. It was really humiliating (I learned that big word – humiliating – from my person.) My leash was still attached to me, although I’d managed to separate it from my person. It kept clunking around every bush and it finally got stuck in a bush. I had to wait for my person to come free me. I thought I’d go run after that coyote again, but after she freed me, my person shortened my leash so I couldn’t pull away again. Sometimes she spoils all my fun.

Bongo

Garden Tomatoes

18 Aug

Hi. It’s me again. Bongo. I promised to tell you about the garden tomatoes. One of my people sometimes has tomatoes growing in the garden. I was out in the yard one day, by myself, and I was ready for a snack. I’m always ready for a snack. There it was – a nice, big, beautiful, red tomato. So I ate it. Then I ate a couple more. They were good. I tried a green one but it was terrible so I spit it out. Add that to my list of dislikes. I don’t like green tomatoes or olives. Well, my person isn’t very nice sometimes. She started picking the tomatoes before they got red enough to be good. Then my other person put a fence around the garden so I couldn’t get the tomatoes. Shucks!

Tomato Escaped the Fence

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

No Olives!!!

17 Aug

Don't Give Me Olives

Last night I got meat scraps for dessert – my favorite! But I like all kinds of food; meat, fish, grapes, cucumbers, tomatoes (right out of the garden – but I’ll tell you about that later), olives… Did I say olives? I hate olives! Don’t ever give me one. It’s especially hard to pick them out of other stuff, but I do it. I always make sure my bowl comes up empty – except for the olives. I’ll even eat lettuce, beans, and peas. Just don’t give me any olives.

Bongo

My Own Blog!

16 Aug

Hi. My name is Bongo. I live with two people, a cat named Scratchy, and – oh yeah, there’s a frog. I don’t pay much attention to the frog but sometimes Scratchy does. My favorite thing to do is eat. Dog food, cat food – awhile ago I realized I could reach the cat food dish that sits at the back of a high counter. Every time my people leave I go for it. What a special treat! There’s usually not much in it though. I wish Scratchy didn’t eat so much.