Author Archives: Bongo
Creepy Cloudy Days
Cloudy days can be creepy here.
You never know what you might step on when you’re creeping along in a wash.
Hey, wait a minute!
Person, you put up the wrong picture.
I don’t get creeped out in my wash. I like stepping in puddles.
Put that other picture up.
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The light goes away on cloudy days.
Or it’s up way too high to reach.
This isn’t right either.
I can find my way by smelling things.
I don’t care if there’s not much light.
You’ve still got the wrong picture, person.
That’s better. That’s what I’m looking for.
Or is it?
That looks like you got some black dots on your lens.
I think you need to clean your camera, person.
I think you cleaned your camera the wrong way. Now those black dots are bigger.
Oh yeah, that’s what I was talking about.
On cloudy days the ravens fly low over that rock on my trails.
They always look like they’re up to no good.
At least they don’t come down and dive bomb me but they sure flock together on days like this.
I tried to talk to those ravens and find out what they were doing up there.
I even threatened to get my Detective Dog hat and investigate.
But nothing seemed to work.
I don’t think those ravens understood what I was saying to them, because they kept repeating the same word over and over again.
I asked them if they were going to come back every cloudy day and all they said was…
Nevermore.
Berry Conspiracy
Hmmm.
I think I’ve got another mystery on my paws.
Something strange is happening around here.
You see these berries by my feet?
These are juniper berries – and they’re gathering in clumps all over the place.
There might be some kind of conspiracy going on.
I wonder if any of them are hiding in this grass.
I don’t see any here.
This is strange. This is really strange.
This means they’re not even afraid.
They’re all out in the open where everybody can see them.
What are they up to?
I think I’d better go home and get my Detective Dog hat.
Much better.
Now to get to work.
One of these berries has got to be willing to spill the beans – I mean the berries – I mean…
Whatever.
Which one will it be?
I think I know.
That one with the funny face over there.
Alright Funny Face. What do you know?
Give it to me loud and clear.
Turkey for Me!
I don’t believe it!
This is too good to be true!
My younger person came home this weekend just to make me a turkey.
A nice, juicy, meaty, scrumptious turkey!
All for me!
I am in dog heaven right now. I can’t wait to get my jaws around that turkey.
It smells so good.
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Hey younger person, that turkey is just a little bit out of my reach.
I know you don’t like me counter surfing, so do you think maybe you could just put the whole thing in my dish?
You’re being kind of slow with that turkey, younger person.
All you have to do is pick it up, take it over to my dish, and drop it in?
What do you mean, you’re not going to do that?
I thought you made that turkey just for me.
What!? It’s not for me?
But this is my house. Aren’t all turkeys cooked in my house made for my benefit?
I guess I’ll have to do some counter surfing after all.
Oh please younger person. Can’t I have just one little bite?
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Coming Home Hungry
What do you mean this next story is kind of like me when I run off and pull mischief?
I’m the perfect dog. I don’t pull mischief. It’s always Scratchy.
Besides, you got me that dog jail so I can’t run off. Let’s skip this story.
There’s food at the end? Okay, I’m all in.
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Jesus told a story: “There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘’Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.
“Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.”
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That’s not like me at all. I might eat all my treats but I’d never get rid of my toys.
Fine, I’ll listen.
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“After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
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Why doesn’t he just eat the pigs?
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“When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called you son; make me like one of your hired men.”
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Did those hired men get to eat the pigs?
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“So he got up and went to his father.
But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.”
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Why didn’t he just give him a pig?
I am too listening.
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“The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.”
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What good is that going to do? That boy’s hungry!
Alright, I’ll keep listening.
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“Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast to celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
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Now that’s more like it. This is my kind of celebration.
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“Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. “Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’
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You mean they had a party and that older son wasn’t invited? I know how that feels.
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“The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him.”
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I guess he was invited after all. He should have gone in. Who could have refused all that good, juicy meat?
I’m listening.
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“But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’
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You mean that older son never got any meat to eat?
I’d be sore too.
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“’My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”
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So if I run off and come back will you give me a fattened calf?
I’ve got to figure out how to break out of that dog jail.
I Didn’t Walk in the Rain
Person, I have no idea how this towel got out here under my leash because I wasn’t out getting wet in the rain.
No, I was a good dog. I spent all day while you were gone hanging out in my dog jail. You’re the one who let me out. You know I was in there.
By the way, that wasn’t very nice of you to send that nasty thunderstorm last night when I was stuck in my dog jail. I wanted to try to escape it. I couldn’t go anywhere.
I am not changing the subject. I was here all the time.
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Can we go for a walk now?
I don’t care if it’s raining.
Toby wouldn’t let me go far enough to check on my puddle – I mean, I want to see how my puddle is doing. I haven’t seen it all day.
There’s some pretty cool waterfalls on my trails right now – I mean, I bet there’s some waterfalls right now with the rain and all.
What!!?
What do you mean, you saw a text message between me and Toby on your cell phone?
What do you mean you know I went out in the rain and got all wet?
You have no business checking my text messages.
I don’t care if it was on your phone. You’d better get me my own phone.
Well, can we go for a walk anyway? You need your exercise, person.
See, I told you there were waterfalls on my trails right now.
Look what happened to my puddle!
It turned into a mud puddle.
At least my puddle left some suds nearby. After I get all muddy I can wash myself off.
Day Two – No Blue
This is the second day in a row with gray skies. That’s got to be some kind of record for here.
I really don’t mind the weather.
It’s not windy, and not too cold.
Actually a really good day for a walk on my trails.
The only problem is that nobody else seems to think so.
I didn’t meet a single person or dog on my walk today.
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And without other people or dogs it’s kind of hard to have adventures sometimes.
So I had to look for something else adventurous.
I didn’t find much.
Some berries enjoying the gray day.
And a mushroom with a face.
Well, I thought I saw a face on it, but my person had to enhance (is that an adventurous word – enhance?) the eyes so that you could see them too.
So much for adventures today.
Guess I’ll go take a nap.
What Happened to the Sky?
I know this isn’t so strange for most of my blogging buddies this time of year, but for me it is.
What happened to the sky?
I’ve been looking at blue sky almost every day, but today it’s gone.
Where’d all that gray come from?
And it’s soggy too. It’s a good thing I’m a water dog.
I’ll take water in any way, shape, or form – soggy or not.
But I don’t know what to do with my person.
She’ll look for any excuses to get her camera out and she found some today.
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Go ahead person. Keep taking pictures here.
I found some good weeds to munch on.
I finished those weeds and had to drag my person on.
That worked until she found a lost little mushroom that had popped up out of the soil.
It looks like that poor mushroom got dimples from shivering so much. All the other mushrooms hung out when it was warmer.
I finally convinced my person that that mushroom was fine all by itself, but when I stopped in one of my favorite sniffing spots she found something else.
I’m not sure I want to hang around these things for very long.
Some of them have some pretty mean looking teeth.
Let’s get outta here!
My Treat
Check this out.
Somebody left me a treat.
This isn’t one of your typical trail treats – you know, the kind someone accidentally drops when they’re on my trails.
Mostly people are not thinking of me at all when they drop something.
No. This is a special treat.
You see, this treat is in my very own yard.
So someone who knows that I live here probably left it for me.
Somebody must really love me.
They thought of me and left me a treat.
By the way person, since you’ve got your camera out could you get my profile too?
Okay, enough posing.
Time to check out this treat.
Hey! Wait a minute!
Somebody got to my treat ahead of me.
This treat is in my yard. You leave it alone!
What do you mean, those ants think this is their yard too?
I think we’ve got a serious problem here.
My Kind of Party
Last night I think the people behind my house were having a party in their yard.
And they didn’t invite me.
It didn’t sound like a big party – just a few people.
But they were playing musical instruments and I really thought I should be part of that.
I heard the sound of a guitar every once in awhile.
That didn’t really bother me.
My person has a guitar.
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It’s kind of collecting dust right now but I guess if I really wanted to play it I could tear open the case and see what kind of sounds I could make.
But there was another instrument that really attracted my attention.
It’s not one that my person has – well, she sort of has it, but not really.
And it’s something I’ve always wanted to play.
I mean, who wouldn’t want to play an instrument that was named after them.
Maybe my neighbors will hear something and invite me over next time they play the bongos.
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