I was hanging out in my dog jail – actually I was locked in my dog jail –
When Gizmo did what he does best.
Gizmo was up to no good.
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He tried to steal my frog.
But Gizmo didn’t realize I’d sent my snake to get him.
There’s more than one way to skin a cat.
What is going on here?
These hedgehog cactus should have been done blooming a long time ago.
They’re torturing me, because my person won’t stop taking pictures of them.
Why don’t they just go away?
I keep thinking they’re gone and then some more of this colorful stuff pops up on my trails.
C’mon person. Haven’t you taken enough pictures of these cacti?
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There she goes again.
And again.
Okay person, that’s enough.
I’m taking you home now.
You’re going to wear out your camera.
Person?
Hey person, what are you doing?
You are so misbehaved.
You’ve got to stop wandering off like that.
Oh no, look at this!
My person is so obsessed with her camera…
…that she’s started taking pictures of ants.
Person, wouldn’t it have made more sense to wait until you had that ant in full view before you took the picture of it?
Somebody is trying to take over my trails.
She’s posting herself in a prominent place and making all kinds of noise.
And there’s scurrying in the bushes.
She must be gathering her army around her.
What am I going to do about this?
Spies in the bushes trying to take over my trails.
I wonder what would happen if I plowed into those bushes.
I’m much bigger than that would be trail thief.
I bet I could cause some excitement in those bushes.
But then that army in the bushes might move to my trails and I’d really have problems.
Maybe I should try it anyway.
I bet there’d be feathers flying everywhere.
That might be fun.
Alright you cactus sentinel.
I’m going in after your army!
This is my blog!
If you try to let someone take over my blog I’m staying right in the middle of this kitchen floor.
Every time you try to eat I’ll be here.
Right in your way.
And I might trip you too, so you drop food on the floor.
Then it’s mine.
Who’s taking over my blog anyway?
It better not be the cats again.
You what?
You just want to tell everyone what my younger person did?
Well, why didn’t you tell me?
Can I tell them?
Woo woo!
Awhile back my younger person went to that college place – wherever that is.
And he wasn’t around here so much anymore.
But now he finished with that college place and he had to go take a bunch of tests from someplace called the FAA.
I think that means Forget About Animals because every time my younger person went to take one of those tests he left me and was gone for a couple days.
But now he’s done with all those FAA tests and he can officially work on airplanes, helicopters, and jets.
Hey younger person, if you want to work on this plane you’ve got to catch it first.
Don’t look person.
There’s nothing over here.
Just keep walking on the trail.
I’ll catch up with you as soon as I take care of business.
Just don’t look this way.
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Person, you weren’t supposed to look over here.
I didn’t want you to see those cactus flowers.
Now I’m stuck.
She’ll be here taking pictures forever.
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See. I told you so.
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Whew! She didn’t take too many pictures this time.
Now we can get on with our walk.
Wait a minute!
What are you doing?
My person is so desperate to take pictures that she’s finding flowers that don’t even exist.
Since when do we have green flowers on my trails?
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I’m not ready to hear another story.
I’m still hanging out on that beach eating up the fish that Jesus cooked.
Just give me a few seconds.
I’ll have it all gulped down.
Oh alright, I’ll listen.
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Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus told them to go. When they saw Him they worshiped him; but some doubted.
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I bet if Jesus had cooked up another batch of fish they wouldn’t have doubted.
I am listening.
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Then Jesus came to them and said, “This is what I told you while I was still with you: Everything must be fulfilled that is written about me in the Law of Moses, the Prophets and the Psalms.”
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Didn’t a lot of people have trouble reading back then?
How would they know Jesus wasn’t making everything up?
They did?
They told stories like you tell me?
And I thought I was special.
Yes, I’m listening.
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Then He opened their minds so they could understand the Scriptures. He told them, “This is what is written: The Christ will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, and repentance and forgiveness of sins will be preached in His name to all nations, beginning at Jerusalem.
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If they’re going to preach to the dog nations I hope they’ll explain what those big words mean.
Or maybe they don’t have to.
Us dogs never sin.
We just do mischief.
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Jesus said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”
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If Jesus is with me to the end of the age I’ll for sure make disciples and baptize them.
Baptizing is kind of like swimming, isn’t it?
I’ve got some good news to share with you.
You see, a little over a year ago there was some serious mischief on my trails.
A crime actually.
Someone had murdered some of my prickly pear cacti.
If you want to know how terrible this crime was you can click on this link here.
Ever since then I’ve been sad every time I walk by and see them.
But those prickly pear are hardy.
And they’re beginning to show signs of healing.
They must have only been almost murdered.
How do I know?
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Because dead cacti don’t grow flowers.
It’s like a miracle on my trails.
And things have gotten even better.
The injured prickly pear keep getting more flowers.
But please be careful around these prickly pear.
If you tell them they still look ugly…
they might shed a few flowers.
Today was the best day ever!
Well, it was almost the best day.
My little buddy came over to visit me.
At first we had kind of a misunderstanding.
He built his tracks right on top of my ball.
How am I supposed to play with my ball if there are train tracks running over it?
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But I took care of the problem.
After that my little buddy decided he didn’t need to play with those tracks any more.
Because I’m more fun.
We had a great time playing Tug o war.
Especially since I won.
And…
Winner takes all!
Either that car was going too fast or that bird was flying way too slow.
They should have let me drive.
I hope nobody missed me yesterday.
You see, I had some important things to do and I ran out of time to tell you about my latest adventures.
I was busy…
I was busy doing…
What was I busy doing?
Oh yeah.
I had some important things to do.
Very important stuff.
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Like playing ball.
So I hope you understand that sometimes there’s stuff that’s just more important than posting to my blog.
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What!?
What do you mean, I did post on my blog yesterday?
I didn’t post anything. I’m sure of it.
I’d better check.
Gizmooooo!
What are you doing on my blog?
Don’t ever get on my blog again!
It’s my blog. Mine!
As soon as I catch you I’m giving you what for.
Don’t even think you can escape by hiding in that cubby.
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I’m going back to guard the computer now.
Will someone please let me know when Gizmo jumps down?
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