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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.

No Treats for Anybody

"Rich man and poor Lazarus" (1865). ...

“Rich man and poor Lazarus” (1865). Crocker Art Museum in Sacramento. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You mean there are dogs in this Bible story?

Did that man in the last story give them treats?

Oh. He didn’t know them? I thought everyone in the Bible knew each other.

Okay, I’ll listen. I want to hear about the dogs.

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Jesus said, “There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day.”

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Did the rich man hand out treats?

I am listening.

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“At the rich man’s gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.”

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That rich man should hand out treats to Lazarus and the dogs.

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“The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side.”

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I bet those angels handed out treats.

I’m listening. I just want to know where the treats are. Those dogs are getting hungry.

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“The rich man also died and was buried. In hell, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.’”

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They don’t have treats in hell, do they?

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“But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’”

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Wait! Stop! Don’t give those dogs any treats. I don’t want them to go where that rich man is.

What? I’m not in the story. I don’t have to give up my treats.

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“The rich man answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father’s house, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’

“Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.’

“’No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’

“He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”

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I guess Lazarus won’t be bringing those brothers any treats.

 
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Posted by on December 8, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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The Fry

Bongo looking aroundWait! What?

Yeah, I know my younger person is coming home. He comes home every weekend.

He what!?

He’s not going away again in a couple days?

He’s here for a whole month?

Oh oh – I mean, yay, he’ll be here for a whole month.

Hmm. He yells at me when I try to pull mischief on my person. What to do? What to do?

I’m going to have to get sneakier with my mischief. It’s hard enough now when I keep getting locked up in dog jail.

Now I’ve got to work even harder.

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First, let’s see.

My younger person always has food around. There’s got to be a way to get some of it.

Bongo looking at food while his younger person looks on

How can I get at that food without him seeing me?

Oh look, he’s going to give me some.Younger person holding up a french fry for Bongo

Want the fry! Want the fry!

Oh please, hurry and give me that.

Can’t you see I’m drooling here?

I can already taste it.

Bongo looking disappointed

I don’t believe it!

He ate it.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Cloud Adventures

Bongo on the trailI headed out on my trails looking for adventure again today.

I was hoping for something better than I had the last time I went looking for adventure.

Last time I got attacked by that dog named Clyde, and even though neither of us got hurt it wasn’t the most fun adventure I’d ever had.

So I thought maybe I’d look for something a little milder this time.

Well, I guess I found it.

Mild, that is.

I didn’t have a single adventure on my trails.

Maybe looking for mild is not such a good thing. Next time I’ll have to pump it up a little.

But wait! I might not have had any adventures, but somebody else was having adventures all over the place.

The clouds were going wild.

Windblown clouds

Sugarloaf rock and windblown clouds

Trees, clouds and sun peeking through

Circle of the sun showing through clouds

Circle of the sun through clouds framed by trees

How’s that for adventure?

 

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Christmas on my Trails

Bongo near some mistletoe on the trailHmmm. It’s starting to smell a lot like Christmas on my trails.

I wonder why that is?

Most people around here decorate their houses, but they don’t do anything special to my trails.

Once I found an Easter egg on my trails on Easter, but I’ve never found anything Christmassy on my trails.

Well, unless you want to count the pine trees, but they grow here all the time.

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But something sure seems like Christmas today.

I’m not sure what it is.

Guess I’d better check it out.

There’s something here with green leaves.

It seems to be attached to a bush.

And look! It has little white berries.

Well, they’re not holly berries because holly berries are red.

White berries – what has white berries?

What, person? I should stand under it and pucker my lips?

Why would I want to do that?

Cute girls will come and kiss me?

They will?

This stuff here is mistletoe?

Woo woo!

Bongo's face next to the mistletoe

Hey girls! Come on over.

I’ll be waiting right here!

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Missed Celebration

Fish bowl picture of BongoI am so bummed!

I missed it!

It’s not my fault.

It’s my person’s fault.

She didn’t remind me.

She should have had a party planned for me and invited all my friends over.

A party with treats, and toys, and games, and maybe even a pool.

That’s it. A pool in my yard so I could go swimming.

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Come to think of it, my person could still get me the pool. Even if it is two days late.

You see, Monday was National Mutt Day.

I figured they made that day just for me.

I am the muttest of the muttliest.

The pride of the shelter – wait, what? What did I just say?

The shelter, isn’t that dog jail?

I never want to go back there.

Bongo waiting to come out of his kennel

And there’s a bunch of other dogs in there that don’t want to be there. They want a forever home full of loves and treats.

That’s what National Mutt Day is for. To remind people about all the mutts in shelters needing homes.

So even if it’s late, go adopt one anyway.

Or do something to help out your local shelter.

But you don’t have to wait all the way until next December to celebrate National Mutt Day on the right day – because it’s also celebrated on July 31st.

That way twice as many mutts can find forever homes.

Hey person, I think I might need another mutt to splash in my pool with.

Like next summer maybe? You can’t let me forget National Mutt Day twice.

 
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Posted by on December 4, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Looking for Adventure

Bongo on the trail on a cloudy dayI needed something for my blog post so I headed out to my trails looking for adventure.

There’s always some potential adventure on my trails.

Well, I found it.

But you know what?

My person, who drives me nuts with all those pictures she takes – Did I say nuts? Nuts are good treats. Hey person, where’s the nuts?

Oh. I got off the track, didn’t I?

Well, my person, who is always taking pictures until it drives me bonkers, didn’t take any pictures of this adventure.

She’s failing on the job. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.

She even had her little camera with her.

She could have whipped it out and taken pictures.

But she didn’t.

So here’s what happened.

I was walking along my trails, minding my own business. I had my person attached to my leash so I could keep an eye on her, when I heard somebody yelling, “Clyde, come back here!”

Well, Clyde didn’t mind very well and he came running right over to me.

And Clyde started picking a fight with me.

I would have given Clyde what for but I had to protect my person.

Who knows what Clyde might have done with my person. He might have tried to steal her from me.

Clyde’s person came and attached Clyde to her leash so he couldn’t fight with me anymore.

And she said Clyde had never done that before.

Which got me thinking.

I am a famous blogging dog, and everybody knows that these are my trails.

I bet Clyde wanted to chase me off my trails and steal them from me.

I bet Clyde heard about my girlfriends that hang out on my trails and he wanted to steal them too.

From now on I’m going to be watching for Clyde.

And if he comes back I’m going to make sure my person takes a picture of him.

And then I’m going to hang it with a big Wanted sign underneath.

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Bottle Note

Bottle with a note on it on a trail cairnHmmm. This is strange.

This is really strange.

Somebody left some strange stuff right by the sign on my trails.

And there’s a note on this bottle.

I’ve heard of notes in bottles, but I didn’t know that notes came on bottles.

Maybe this is a first.

My person’s mom found a note in a bottle on a beach once.

Now I’ve found a note on a bottle on my trails.

I wonder if somebody needs rescuing.

I’d better investigate.

Bongo and the bottle with the note

I’m having trouble reading this note, but I think it says something about somebody being lost and going to a different trail.

I wonder which way they went.

Maybe I’ll find some clues over here.

Bongo checking the bushes for clues

Nothing!

They didn’t go this way. I’m sure of it.

How am I supposed to rescue these people if I can’t even find them?

Guess I’ll have to go to Plan B.

Bongo with Detective Dog hat covering his eyes

Detective Dog to the rescue!

 
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Posted by on December 2, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Manager Who Passed Out Treats

The-ManagerHey person, I’m still waiting for that fattened calf you told me about in last week’s story.

What!? You’re not giving me one?

I’m leaving then.

Maybe you’ll feel all sad and try to bribe me to come back with a good chunk of meat.

If I listen to the story do I get treats?

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Jesus told His disciples: “There was a rich man whose manager was accused of wasting his possessions. So he called him in and asked him, ‘What is this I hear about you? Give an account of your management, because you cannot be manager any longer.’

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I think that manager was in real trouble. Is he going to get locked up in dog jail?

Okay, I’ll listen.

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“The manager said to himself, ‘What shall I do now? My master is taking away my job. I’m not strong enough to dig, and I’m ashamed to beg – I know what I’ll do so that, when I lose my job here, people will welcome me into their houses.’”

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Is he going to bring those people some treats?

I’d welcome him into my house if he brought me treats.

I am listening.

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“So he called in each one of his master’s debtors. He asked them first, ‘How much do you owe my master?’”

“’Eight hundred gallons of olive oil,’ he replied.

The manager told him, ‘Take your bill, sit down quickly, and make it four hundred.’

Then he asked the second, ‘And how much do you owe?’

“’A thousand bushels of wheat,’ he replied.

“He told him, ‘Take your bill and make it eight hundred.’”

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So where’s the guy that owes him sheep, or cows, or goats.

We might as well get a good meal out of this.

I’m listening – but can’t you come up with some good food?

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“The master commended the dishonest manager because he had acted shrewdly. For the people of this world are more shrewd in dealing with their own kind than are the people of the light. I tell you, use worldly wealth to gain friends for yourselves, so that when it is gone, you will be welcomed into eternal dwellings.

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Does that mean like giving someone treats so they’ll be my friend?

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Jesus continued, “Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much. So if you have not been trustworthy in handling worldly wealth, who will trust you with true riches? And if you have not been trustworthy with someone else’s property, who will give you property of your own?”

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I’m totally trustworthy.

You can trust me to eat every treat I find.

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“No servant can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.”

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Whew! I thought you were going to say that you can’t serve both God and treats.

 
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Posted by on December 1, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Locked Out from Fun

Bongo in dog jail looking sadI am so bummed out!

You know that dog jail thing my person got me.

I was kind of getting used to it – sort of.

But one thing I missed was being able to steal eat all the leftover cat food that Scratchy didn’t want.

And to go counter surfing when something smelled good up there.

And to mess up my person’s bed.

Nothing major. I just like to have a little fun.

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So I had to start doing it when my person was still home.

I’d wait until she went into another room – and then I’d be on it.

The only problem is that sometimes she could hear me and I’d get caught.

So I waited until she went into the bathroom and turned the water on.

No way is she going to hear me over that.

And I had it pretty good for a couple days.

But then – my person did something she’d never done before.

Bongo looking like he wants out of his kennel

She locked me in my dog jail when she wasn’t even leaving the house.

How could she?

This is terrible!

Scratchy’s food dish is going to get so full he won’t know what to do with all that food.

I’ve got to clean his dish out so there’s room for more food.

What am I going to do?

Bongo waiting to come out of his kennel

Scratchy, don’t eat everything!

I’ll be out to clean up your dish as soon as I figure out this latch.

 
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Posted by on November 30, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Turkey Trail

Bongo on the trail with red rocks and blue sky in the backgroundI don’t mean to make all my friends jealous who live in different places with lousy weather but – yes I do. I’m going to make you jealous.

Because we had the most perfect Thanksgiving Day ever.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature was pleasant.

The parking lot at my trails was so full that cars spilled out onto the street – even as far as my house.

Every two minutes it seemed, my person was pulling me aside so people could pass.

I did get to get loves from one little boy.

His face was at the perfect height for kissing.

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But something was missing from my trails.

After all, it was Thanksgiving so I figured there should be some turkeys running around somewhere.

Bongo sniffing and not noticing the turkey

So I started sniffing around to see if I could catch a turkey scent.

I’ve never seen a turkey on my trails, but you’d think at least one would show up on Thanksgiving.

Bongo in a dry wash and looking away from the turkey

I thought the dry wash might be a good place to go.

Not many people or dogs go here so I figured if a turkey was around it might be brave enough to show itself.

Bongo at a bend in the dry wash and still not seeing the turkey

Here turkey, turkey!

Come on out. It’s just me.

You’re safe here.

Bongo in the dry wash and still missing the turkey

I’m not having any luck finding turkeys.

Either they’re really good at hiding, or there just aren’t any around.

Bongo ready to head home - still missing the turkey

I give up. Guess I’ll head back home.

I hope my younger person didn’t eat all the turkey in the fridge.

 
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Posted by on November 29, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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