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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.

Mysterious Object

01 Jun

I found this strange object when I was out on my trails. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I guess I’d better get investigating and figure out what it is.

Time for my Detective Dog hat.

This won’t do.

That’s better.

Maybe it will help if I look at that object in its natural environment.

When I found it, it looked like this.

Oh, look at this. These weeds are right near where I found this object.

Maybe these will give me some clues.

I am not eating these weeds, person.

I didn’t find anything in here anyway.

What do you mean, look up?

What does that have to do with anything? Can’t you see how high it is?

This little thing I found was way down here.

I still don’t know why you’re looking at that.

Well, yeah. It’s kind of the same color.

I’m not getting anywhere with this investigation. Let’s head on down the trail.

I’ll think about this later.

30 Comments

Posted by Bongo on June 1, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: century plant, Detective Dog, Pets, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Trail, Weed

Cooling Down

31 May

It’s that time of year again. Starting to get hot out. And I’ve got to find a cooler place to hang out.

That’s why I’m hanging out on the kitchen floor.

I used to spend more time hanging out in the bathroom in the summer – but I’ve changed my spot.

The bathroom’s nice and quiet – well, most of the time it is. But there’s something in the kitchen that never shows up in the bathroom.

Food!!!

So I can stay cool and at the same time be close to the food.

If I can put on my best sweet innocent look, maybe somebody will toss me a treat as they walk by.

It doesn’t usually happen, but more things are spilled in the kitchen than anywhere else. And I’m right there to lick them up.

That is a dog’s job isn’t it? Cleaning the floors?

I really like feeling useful around here.

What, person?

What? I’m in the way?

I’m right in the middle of the kitchen?

Toss me a treat out into the living room and I’ll leave.

Oh wait a minute. The living room doesn’t have cool tiles to lie on.

I’ve got it!

Just turn the air conditioning way down low and I won’t need the cool tiles. I’ll stay out of your way.

You want me to what? Go to work to pay the air conditioning bill?

Okay fine. Throw some treats down on the floor and I’ll clean them up.

That’s what I do for a living.

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Posted by Bongo on May 31, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Bathroom, heat, Kitchen, Pets, summer, tiles

Puddle Palooza

30 May

Some of you might remember my puddle. The one that keeps disappearing. Running off, or whatever it does.

My puddle comes and goes and I never know what to expect.

Well, my puddle has been gone for a very long time now.

I asked my friends if they’d seen it, I put up Missing Puddle signs, and I even tried to get the police to put out an All Points Bulletin.

The police wouldn’t go for it. I don’t know why.

I’m still looking for my puddle. We haven’t had any rain here for a long time and it sure would be nice to have a puddle to splash in.

I wish I could convince my puddle to come back so I could do that.

Today I was wandering around where my puddle used to be, feeling kind of mopey because it was still missing, when I noticed something new.

Something had grown to take the place of my puddle.

It’s still not the same as having my puddle to splash in, but I started checking this out.

Weeds! Tasty weeds!

If I can’t have my puddle, at least I have something to munch on.

But what if my puddle realizes its spot was taken over and it never comes back.

Okay weeds, if you don’t move yourselves I’m going to eat you.

A few more bites and my puddle can return.

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

Tags: Pets, Puddle, weeds

Name that Corner

29 May

This time of year my street has two corners with special names. At least I think they should have special names.

After we got back from my trails I got an extra long walk so we could go to these corners and my person could take pictures. I guess I don’t mind her taking pictures if I get a longer walk because of it.

This first corner is for the birds.

Bird of Paradise, that is. That’s what these yellow flowers are called.

The next corner is Century Plant Corner.

Every year for as long as I can remember, one Century Plant has shot up on this corner.

I’m not sure what’s going on though, because these corners have the wrong street signs on them. They have some really strange names that don’t even look like Bird of Paradise Corner or Century Plant Corner.

This is really bad, because people are going to get lost when they try to find these places.

Maybe I’d better get some new signs and post them on these corners.

Oh yeah, forget the signs. That Century Plant isn’t in full bloom yet and awhile back I promised I’d show some pictures of the ones on my trails when they started blooming. My person made my climb a hill so she could get pictures of this one. The first one to bloom on my trails this year.

Alright, that’s enough. Stop your gawking.

This is a blog about me.

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

Tags: Agave americana, bird of paradise, century plant, Pets, Photography, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Street sign, Trail

What is a Pita Dog?

28 May

My person left me today and went out with some friends. Did you hear that? She left me to go have fun without me. I’m not sure what possessed her. She should have taken me along.

Anyway, my person and her friends met a man who had a little dog. When they asked him what kind of dog it was he said it was a Pita dog.

I’ve never heard of a Pita dog and I guess my person and her friends hadn’t either, because they had to ask the man what a Pita dog was.

First, the man asked if any of them had dogs and of course my person said she did. Now if she’d just taken me along that man wouldn’t have even had to ask.

But then the man told my person that her dog was probably a Pita dog too.

Now, wait a minute. That man had a little dog. I’m a big dog. How can we both be the same kind of dog?

When I asked my person that, she told me I probably didn’t want to know.

Come on, person. You can’t leave me hanging. How can I be the same kind of dog as a little dog? This doesn’t make sense.

So my person told me what a Pita dog is.

I am not!

I am not a Pita dog!

That man is sooooo wrong!

Maybe she’ll get out of bed for my snake.

I AM NOT A PAIN IN THE *** DOG!

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Posted by Bongo on May 28, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Cats and Dogs, Pets, Pita

I Like the Old One

27 May

My person is definitely the mischief maker today. You see, I had the perfect leash. Well, perfect would have been walking without a leash, but if I’ve got to walk my person with a leash, this one was the best. When my person tried to keep me from going out further on that leash, it didn’t work. That leash was definitely on my side. I could go get loves from people my person tried to keep me away from, and meet up with dogs I didn’t know yet. I mean, how am I going to add to my list of girlfriends if I don’t get a chance to meet any? But now, I have a new leash. . .

Come on person, ease up! I’ve got places to go, smells to sniff, and people and dogs to meet.

Can you give me a little more slack? You’re cramping my style, person.

This is not good at all. That dog – you see that dog way over there? Well that dog came right up near me, and if I’d had the old leash attached to my person I would have been able to get to that dog and give him what for. He pretends he’s being friendly, but I know what he’s really thinking.

Wait a minute. It was because of that dog that I got my old leash working just right. I guess I’d better be nice to him next time he comes over.

Hey person, you’ve got to let me go. I’ve got to go tell that dog we’re buddies now.

I think the power of this new leash has gone to my person’s head.

She is such a mischief maker.

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Posted by Bongo on May 27, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Leash, mischief, Pet, Trail, Walking

Drowning Pigs

26 May

After Jesus calmed that storm and they let some fish jump into their boat and had a fish feast…

What do you mean, I’m making that part up?

I know it doesn’t say anything in that part of the Bible about anybody eating fish, but you know they must have.

You can believe what you want. I prefer to believe that they ate fish – and invited me to the feast.

***

After Jesus calmed the storm they sailed to the other side of the Sea of Galilee, to the region of the Gerasenes.

And this dude came out to meet Jesus.

***

Didn’t lots of people come out to meet Jesus?

Okay, I’ll listen.

***

This dude had an evil spirit and lived in the tombs. He had often been chained hand and foot but he broke the chains and no one was strong enough to subdue him. He would cry out night and day and cut himself with stones.

***

Wow, that’s some scary dude. If I was Jesus I’d run back to the boat and head back home.

He stayed there? Did he have his tail between his legs?

I am listening.

***

The man ran to Jesus and fell on his knees in front of him. He shouted at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, don’t torture me!” For Jesus had commanded the evil spirit to come out of the man.

Jesus asked the man his name and the man said Legion, because many demons had gone into him.

***

That would be pretty squishy for all those demons to fit inside one man. I wonder how they got along with each other.

I’m listening, but I’ve got to make comments sometimes.

***

The demons begged Jesus not to send them into the Abyss. There was a large herd of pigs feeding on the hillside and the demons begged Jesus to let them go into the pigs. Jesus let them, and as soon as they went into the pigs, they rushed down the steep bank into the lake and were drowned.

***

What a waste of a lot of good bacon.

I can swim. Could I go retrieve some pigs?

Yes, I’ll listen.

***

The people tending the pigs ran off to report what had happened and people came to see what was going on. When the people came to meet Jesus they found the man who had been possessed by demons sitting there, dressed and in his right mind.

The people asked Jesus to leave because they were afraid.

The man Jesus had cured begged to go with him, but Jesus told him to return home and tell how much God had done for him. So that’s what the man did, and all the people were amazed.

***

You’re not done with the story are you?

What about those pigs?

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Posted by Bongo on May 26, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Bible, Christianity, Demon, dogs, Fish, Jesus, Legion, Pets, Pig, Sea of Galilee

Something to Say

25 May

Awhile back I saw the Film Car on my trails. I tried really hard to get noticed by that car so maybe I could be in a film, but no such luck. Nobody cared, and after a few days I didn’t see that car on my trails anymore. I guess it went back home to film some other dog.

But that Film Car isn’t the only unusual car I’ve seen parked at my trails or in my neighborhood.

There’s another car trying to tell me that I shouldn’t worry about trying to be in films. I should just be myself.

These cars must be trying to teach me something. I guess this next car is saying that whether I get into films or not I can still choose my attitude, and I’d better make it good.

While I was going around being joyful – because that’s what I always am anyway when I’m on my trails – I found this other guy that I really could get used to hanging out with.

But I don’t know about this next guy. He could slice everything in two.

I bet he’d be great to go see if I ever had the hiccups though.

I think I’ll head out on my trails now. I’ve seen enough interesting cars, and learned enough good lessons for awhile.

But someday, I’ll see what other interesting cars I can find.

Until then…

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Posted by Bongo on May 25, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Autos, Custom License Plate, Pets, Trail

Strange Spots

24 May

This is highly unusual. I’ve never seen a prickly pear cactus on my trails before with spots like this.

It’s downright suspicious if you ask me.

How did these spots get here, and what do they mean?

Could this cactus have a spot causing disease?

I certainly hope not, because that would mean these spots could spread all over my trails.

Can you imagine every cactus on my trails bearing spots?

And then what happens if those spots jump even further – if they jump onto another kind of cactus, or hop onto the bushes or trees.

This is terrible! What if, when I’m leaving a message for my friends, one of those spots jumps off a bush and lands on me?

What would I do then?

This is getting really serious. I’d better put on my Detective Dog hat and investigate.

That’s better. Now I’m seeing things a little more clearly.

Wait! What is this?

I’ve got it now.

Those spots aren’t the beginning of an infectious disease at all.

This is much worse.

This is the beginning of an invasion of a far more dangerous kind.

I’d better put together an army of dogs to combat this.

This is no cactus!

This is an alien in disguise!

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Posted by Bongo on May 24, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: alien, Cactus, Pets, spots, Trail

Quail on the Trail

23 May

This time of year it’s never quiet on my trails. Birds are always out there making a ruckus, but the ones who seem to have the most interesting conversations are the quail.

Quail hang around here all year, but in the winter we don’t see them much. They hang out in the bushes until I get near – then they make some little gobbly noises and run off.

Silly quail. If they’d stay put and quiet I’d only know they were near because of their smell – and my person wouldn’t know they were there at all.

But now that the weather has gotten warmer those quail are everywhere.

I go out in my backyard…

and find them on the fence.

I go in the front yard…

and they’re in my driveway.

I head to my trails…

and they’re on the trail neighbor’s fence.

Or they’re up in a tree…

calling out for a mate.

And those mate callers don’t have a little gobbly kind of call. They’re loud and it sounds more like a cawing kind of call. I guess they’re really desperate for a girlfriend.

But sometimes those quail are tricky. Sometimes they make a different kind of sound. It sounds almost like a kitten in the bushes.

Maybe I should take Scratchy out on the trails with me.