Today is the day.
It’s officially hot now.
And you know what that means?
Time to sleep on the tile.
It’s not quite as cozy as my bed, or the carpet.
But it sure is cooler.
So this is my spot for the summer.
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Hey person, you don’t have to show the whole world that I’m sleeping in the bathroom.
I’m kind of bummed right now.
You see, there’s this dog that I’ve been seeing on my trails lately.
And our people won’t let us get together.
Well, today was different.
My person and I had just headed out the door to go to my trails.
We were about to cross the street to the trailhead parking lot when who should show up but that dog and his person.
My person made me wait where we were but they came right toward us.
Hey, they must live on my street.
Well, we got kind of close and then, you know what happened?
That dog started getting all mean and nasty toward me.
That dog started barking and growling and so I started doing some of the same.
Then that dog’s person made him leave.
I kind of wanted to follow that dog and find out where he lives, but I guess that’s not a very good idea.
I didn’t think it was possible for someone to not like me but ——I don’t think that dog likes me.
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Hey person, when are you going to draw a picture of me?
My person came home with a very interesting smell on her jeans today.
It was almost as good as the smells I find on my trails.
But something’s wrong.
Those messages on my trails are left by my friends.
I recognize them by their smells.
But this was no regular message on my person.
And I didn’t recognize the smell.
Some stranger rubbed his scent all over my person.
This is bad – really bad.
How could my person let some strange dog claim her?
She should have told that dog to back off.
She’s already owned by a dog.
How could my person be so unfaithful?
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I had a pretty good idea what this dog looked like by the smell he put out, but just to make sure I grabbed my person’s camera.
She takes pictures of everything and usually it’s a pain, but sometimes it comes in handy.
And I was right.
There it was. A picture of that other dog.
The one that tried to steal my person away.
Hey, how come my person didn’t bring a puppy home for me?
There are a lot of quail living on my trails, but I don’t see them all that often.
Most of the time they’re hiding in the bushes.
If I didn’t smell them I wouldn’t even know they were there, except that they give themselves away.
When my person and I come anywhere near where they’re hiding they scurry off.
If they’d stayed where they were we’d never see them, but we usually get a glimpse of them before they’ve hidden themselves in some more bushes.
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But this time of year there are some lonely male quails who hang out in plain sight and make lots of noise so everybody knows they’re there.
This fence is near the beginning of my trails, before the houses end and the wild things begin.
I guess that quail thought it was a good place to look for a girlfriend.
Posing will get you everywhere.
Believe me, I know.
I hope those girls come by and notice soon.
If that guy finds a girlfriend maybe things will quiet down on my trails.
Hey, wait a minute!
That quail decided I was right about my trails being too noisy…
So he moved into the tree in my front yard?
No Mr. Quail, that’s not what I meant.
Does anybody have any earplugs?
They’re everywhere this year.
Spots of magenta peeking out from the browns and greens of my trails.
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It’s kind of like an Easter egg hunt.
Little spots of color popping up when you least expect it.
But I’m going to have to practice my photobombing.
Because my person has to get her camera out every time we pass one of those things.
I don’t know what she sees in those things.
They don’t even smell good.
And none of my friends leave messages on them.
That could be disastrous.
All I can hope for is that their blooming season is over very soon.
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Wait! What?
This is terrible!
The hedgehogs are still in full bloom and the prickly pear are already starting up?
What am I going to do?
Two kinds of cacti blooming at the same time.
I think I’ve got a lot of boring walks to look forward to.
Time for another photobomb.
Woo woo!
I got a special message on my blog yesterday.
It’s a lot of adventures shared, and a lot of friends made.
My person says a lot of hours spent on the computer too.
She always complains, but better her than me.
So I guess I should share my message with you.
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1,000 Posts!
Congratulations on writing 1,000 total posts on bongodogblog.
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Can you imagine?
One thousand adventures shared on my blog!
In the same amount of days.
But here’s something even cooler.
Some of my longest time blogging friends, Love Bug and her mumma, and their dogs Bella and Beary over at Bumpy Road to Bubba got their 1000 post message too.
On the very same day!
How awesome to share this special milestone with friends.
I think I’ll send them all some big, slobbery kisses to celebrate.
I hope Love Bug sends me back some little girl loves.
I just love little girl loves.
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My person thought I should share my most popular post with you but I don’t want to.
It’s that dumb dead mouse again.
One of the first posts I ever wrote.
It’s always that dumb dead mouse.
It’s not even about me, but people keep finding it because of the picture my person drew.
If only she’d taken a picture of that mouse I wouldn’t have this problem
Or maybe if she drew a few pictures of me.
I’m sure people would like me better than a mouse.
And a dead one at that.
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Well, I’m off to have some more adventures now.
Otherwise, how am I going to write the next thousand posts.
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Popping, popping popping!
Jesus has been popping in and out all over the place ever since He resurrected.
But how come He missed Thomas when He popped in to see the disciples?
I mean, wouldn’t Thomas feel really left out?
I would doubt too if everybody but me said they saw Jesus.
What?
If I listen, Thomas might get to see Jesus?
Okay, I’ll listen for Thomas.
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A week after Jesus had popped in to see all the disciples but Thomas they were in the house again, and Thomas was with them.
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I bet Thomas didn’t let the rest of those disciples out of his sight after missing Jesus the last time.
I am listening.
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Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, Peace be with you!” Then He said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.”
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I bet Thomas didn’t like putting his finger on Jesus’ owies.
Me, I’d just lick them.
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Thomas said to Jesus, “My Lord and my God!”
Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”
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Does that mean I’m blessed?
Where are they?
Where are they?
I know they’re around here somewhere.
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Maybe under here.
They must be somewhere else.
I’ll find those cats.
You know what those cats did to me?
They tied me up in dog jail.
And I was stuck there all day.
All day!
I’ll get those cats if it’s the last thing I do.
And when I find them I’m giving them what for.
They deserve every bit of it.
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Those cats are nowhere to be found.
Guess I’ll take a break.
I don’t believe it.
Normally I can’t get rid of those cats.
But now that I want to find them they don’t seem to be anywhere.
I’d better get some help.
Hey person, I’m worried about those cats.
We’d better track them down.
“Hey Scratchy, what are we going to do about Bongo?”
“He’s locked up in dog jail Gizmo. I don’t think we have to do anything.”
“But what if he gets out?”
“He won’t get out. He never has yet. He couldn’t even chew his way out during a thunderstorm.”
“I’ve got a friend visiting today. What if she opens the door and lets him out?”
“Oh, yeah you’re right Gizmo. What about this rope here?”
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“That rope’s too short to tie Bongo up with. But I’ve got a better idea.”
“Great idea Gizmo. That was brilliant.”
“He’ll never get out of that dog jail now, will he Scratchy?”
“Not a chance. And Bongo will finally realize that not everyone who comes here to visit is coming specifically for his benefit.”
“She’ll never be able to get Bongo out of there. She’ll probably give up before she even tries.”
“I’ll bet she won’t even notice that rope anyway because we both know she’s coming over here to see me.”
“Hey Bongo, are you having fun in there?”
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This blog post was brought to you by “the cats.”
Something great happened on my trails the other day.
I was walking along, minding my own business, on a part of my trails where hardly anybody else goes – when I saw her.
My girlfriend Layla.
I hadn’t seen Layla in a very long time.
Weeks, or maybe even months.
So I was really excited.
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Some of my dog friends don’t like to play much, but Layla loves to play.
We ran, and jumped, and had a great time.
But after awhile it was time to get serious.
I’m not sure if I wore Layla out, or she didn’t like that serious part because she left me.
Layla, come back!
I guess I’ve blown it again.
The only ones that seem to stick around are the cats.
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