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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.

Bird Seed

12 May

Soil (Photo credit: arimoore)

Jesus told a story about bird seed?

He did too. He was by the lake and so many people came that he got in a boat and told them stories while they stood on the shore.

You know, those stories with two bulls in them – those pair a bulls.

But this story wasn’t about bulls, it was about bird seed.

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A farmer went out to sow his seed. Some of the seed fell along the path and the birds came and ate it up.

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See, I told you it was a story about bird seed.

What do you mean, there’s more to the story?

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Some of the farmer’s seed fell in rocky places without much soil. It grew quickly, but when the sun came out the plants withered because they had no root.

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I don’t get it. I understand bird seed – but rock seed?

Okay, I’ll listen.

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Some of the seed fell among thorns which grew up and choked the plants.

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Maybe the birds could eat the thorn seeds.

I am listening.

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Some of the seed fell on good soil and produced a crop – a hundred, sixty, or thirty times what was sown.

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I sure hope that crop was of something I like to eat.

There’s more to the story? I’ve still got to listen?

But I was getting ready to eat.

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Jesus disciples asked him what the parable meant and He told them.

Jesus said that the seed is the word of God. Those on the path hear the word, but then the devil takes the word from their hearts so they won’t believe and be saved.

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You mean those birds are the devil? I thought I saw a few birds looking at me with the evil eye.

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Those on the rock receive the word with joy, but since they have no root they fall away when things get hard.

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It’s really rocky where I live. I wonder if that takes everybody’s joy away. It takes mine away when a little rock gets stuck in my paw.

I am too listening.

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The thorns are those who hear but worries, and money, and stuff become more important to them.

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Does that include food?

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The seed on the good soil stands for those who hear the word, understand it, stick with it, and produce a crop.

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Oh, I get it now. When the word falls on good soil, that means more food.

Come on everybody, get away from that path, and those rocks, and the thorns. You’ve got to hang out on the good soil.

Get moving. I’m waiting for the food.

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Posted by Bongo on May 12, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Bible, Christianity, dogs, Jesus, parable, Pets, Seed, Soil

Eat What You Want Day

11 May

Today is Eat What You Want Day. This is absolutely my favorite day of the year.

Let’s see. What do I want to eat today?

Maybe some of that fish I’ve been wanting lately.

Or how about some ice cream?

Wait a minute. I know! I’m going to eat a nice, big, juicy steak. And then some meaty bones that I can chew on for the rest of the day.

And some treats tossed in here and there all day.

My mouth is drooling watering just thinking about all that good food.

Here comes my person. I bet she’s coming to open the refrigerator for me right now and give me something delicious.

Wait! What? What do you mean you don’t have any of those good things to eat in the house?

But it’s Eat What You Want Day. How can I eat what I want if it’s not here to eat?

Person, you’ve got a job to do. You’ve got to go to the store right now and get me everything I want to eat.

You’re not? You’re not going to the store?

You’re giving me what to eat? Dog food?

That’s all I get is dog food?

I guess that wasn’t so bad.

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Posted by Bongo on May 11, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: dog food, Eat What You Want Day, Fish, Food, Ice cream, meaty bone, Pet, steak

Stranger at the Door

10 May

When I hear a stranger come into my yard, or knock on my door I bark.

I figure that will keep any strangers who are up to no good away.

Sometimes my person will open the door for a stranger. I stand there right by her side to make sure she’s safe.

After all, that’s my job isn’t it?

Once I decide that the stranger is safe, what I’d really like to do is go out and get them to give me loves. Lots of loves.

But my person is always holding tight to my collar so I can’t go out.

I know she’s probably nervous about having a stranger at the door, but I wish she didn’t get that nervous. She’s got me by her side and once I’ve figured it’s safe to go out and get loves, my person should figure that I know what I’m doing and there’s no danger here.

I know who’s good to get loves from and who isn’t. I wish my person would realize that.

But sometimes a stranger comes knocking at the door that even I wouldn’t open the door for.

A stranger that even I would not want to get loves from – and I like to get loves from almost everyone.

But not this stranger.

I think I’ll leave the door closed.

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Posted by Bongo on May 10, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Door, Pets, stranger, tumbleweed

Don’t Steal My Blog

09 May

I think somebody is trying to take over my trails. And steal my blog. And become the center of attention.

How dare this creature pose for the main picture in my blog post? That spot should always be reserved for me.

At least that creature is small. Maybe all anyone sees is a rock and a bunch of branches. Maybe that little thing blends in with the background.

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Now that the weather is getting warmer, lizards have been scurrying around on my trails.

I don’t even bother trying to chase them. They run right off and hide before I even get near.

We have the wimpiest creatures on my trails. The only ones willing to get near me are my dog friends – and the people, of course.

All the creatures that live on my trails run off at the mere thought that someone might be coming too close. Even the birds fly off when we get near – as if we could ever catch them up a tree.

Maybe I should bring Scratchy on my trails with me. He could climb up the tree after those birds and then when they fly off he’d be stuck there.

Hey, great idea. Why didn’t I think of that before?

But where was I going with this?

Oh yes, that lizard.

It’s a good thing he does run off so easily.

He’s going to have a hard time taking over my blog if he’s running off to hide in the bushes.

Now to go get Scratchy.

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Posted by Bongo on May 9, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Cats and Dogs, Lizard, Pets, Scratchy, Trail

Useless Yellow Flowers

08 May

I don’t know what’s so special about these flowers. They don’t even smell good. No one’s left any messages here.

Check this out.

See these weeds here? These dried up weeds? They’re much more appetizing that any old yellow flowers.

Why don’t you take some pictures of these, person? I could hang them on the wall near my bed and look at them when I’m not on my trails.

I can’t believe it! There she goes right back to those flowers. No matter how much I tell her what’s important, she still doesn’t get it.

I think I’m about to give up on people. They like all the strangest things, and they don’t seem to care about any of the good things in life.

Person, if you can’t take pictures of any of the right stuff just put your camera away.

See, she did it anyway. Total disrespect. She just won’t listen to me.

Now put your camera away, person.

You found a what?

Wait a minute. What? What?

Someone’s trying to take over my yellow flowers?

How dare that butterfly hang around here?

You did send that butterfly away, didn’t you person?

Those yellow flowers are mine.

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Posted by Bongo on May 8, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: butterfly, Flower, Pets, Photography, weeds, yellow flowers

Mystery Bags

07 May

When I’m sniffing around on my trails looking for clues to my latest mystery, or just looking for new and interesting sniffs, I sometimes run across little black bags.

These bags aren’t very interesting in themselves except for the fact that I usually never see the same one twice.

Most of the time when I come back the same way the bag is missing. There might be another bag in a different location, but that first bag is hardly ever there anymore.

I gave up trying to solve this mystery eons ago. There’s nothing special about these bags and they just don’t interest me enough.

There might be something inside these bags, but the smell doesn’t come through and I’d much rather solve mysteries with more aromatic clues.

But today, while I was sniffing the territory and looking for some clues that might lead me to a new mystery I passed another of those little black bags.

I was about to walk right by it when…

I had to do a double take.

Apparently somebody thought this particular bag was special.

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

Tags: black bags, hearts, Mystery, Pets, Trail

Road Trip

06 May

My younger person is home from school this week and today he and my person told me to get in the car with them. I like jumping in the car but I always get a little nervous about where I might be jumping back out.

We headed down the street and we made a turn. Well, this isn’t the way to the vet. I like the vet. They give me loves and treats there.

And then I got really worried. This is the way to the dog hotel! I don’t like going to the dog hotel. Maybe we should turn around and go back home.

But we kept going. Hey, wait a minute! We don’t ride this far in the car when we go to the dog hotel. Where are we going?

We rode and rode, and finally my person stopped the car. And there was no vet and there was no dog hotel. We were in a big parking lot.

And then we crossed the street.

A brand new trail! I hope my people brought lots of water because there are an awful lot of bushes that I need to leave messages on.

After my people assured me we had lots of water with us we headed up the trail.

We walked for a ways through lots of trees and then we climbed some rocks – and look what I saw!

My younger person went exploring some more, so I thought I might too.

But before I could get very far my younger person came back.

I could sit here forever.

What? It’s time to go back.

I sure hope there’s some treats at the end of this trip.

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

Tags: Fay Canyon, Hiking, Outdoors, Pets, Photography, Recreation, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Trail

Dinner at Last

05 May

Deutsch: Christus im Hause des Pharisäers, Jacopo Tintoretto, Escorial (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Finally! Jesus is going to dinner. I think I’ll tag along and pretend I’m his dog. They’ll have to let me in.

What do you mean they might not let dogs come? They let that lady come and she wasn’t even invited.

Yes, I’ll listen to the story.

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A Pharisee named Simon invited Jesus to dinner.

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I wonder if they’re having fish for dinner.

I’m listening – I’m listening.

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A woman who’d lived a sinful life found out Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house. She showed up with an alabaster jar of perfume.

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I hope they invited her in and gave her some fish.

I am too listening.

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The woman stood at Jesus’ feet weeping. She began to wet His feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them, and poured perfume on them.

Simon the Pharisee thought to himself that if Jesus was really a prophet He would know that this woman who touched Him was a sinner.

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I wouldn’t care who that woman was if I got loves. Maybe not on the feet though.

Can I get loves while I listen?

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Jesus knew what Simon was thinking and He told Simon a story.

“Two men owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he canceled the debts of both.”

Then Jesus asked Simon which of the two would love the moneylender more.

Simon replied that he thought it would be the one with the bigger debt canceled and Jesus told him he was right.

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This is where Jesus gives Simon what for, isn’t it?

I am listening. I’m just trying to help you along.

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Jesus told Simon that when He came into his house Simon hadn’t given him any water to wash His feet, but the woman had washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair. Simon had not given Jesus a kiss, but the woman had not stopped kissing His feet. Simon had not put oil on Jesus’ head, but the woman poured perfume on His feet.

Jesus told the woman her many sins were forgiven because she had loved much. And He said that he who has been forgiven little loves little.

The other dinner guests began mumbling among themselves, “Who is this who even forgives sins?”

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Would Jesus forgive my sins? I’ll kiss His feet.

Oh wait, I forgot. I’m the perfect dog. I don’t have any sins to forgive.

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Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”

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I think that woman should have kept hanging out. She probably would have gotten some fish. Oh well, that’s okay. All the more for me.

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Posted by Bongo on May 5, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Bible, Christianity, dogs, faith, Forgiveness, Jesus, Pets, Pharisee, Simon, Sin

Fallen Fruit

04 May

I hadn’t even made it to my trails today when I discovered something mysterious.

Strange green things on the ground. What are they? Where did they come from?

I’m still close to home. I think I’d better go back and get my Detective Dog hat.

What do you mean person, we’re not going back? I’ve got a mystery to solve here. I’ve got to be dressed in the proper attire.

Oh my. This mystery just got deeper. The ground is full of these strange green things.

How did they get here anyway?

Maybe a flock of birds dropped them as they were flying by. Bird bombs. I wonder if anyone got hit by them.

Now I’ve got another mystery. Person, I really need to get my Detective Dog hat. The mysteries are piling up. Did these green things hit anyone, or not? I can’t possibly solve everything without my hat.

Look up? Where? Why? Are the birds about to drop more of these things?

Would you look at that? There are green things in that tree that look just like the ones on the ground.

Now I’ve got more mysteries. How did those green things get into that tree and why are they staying there?

I don’t care what my person says. I’m heading back for my hat.

Okay, I’m ready. Now to look for some clues.

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

Tags: Detective Dog, Fruit, green fruit, Pets

Sunglasses on the Street

03 May

Somebody must really like me. The other day someone left me a dead snake – right in front of my house. And today they left me a pair of sunglasses. All for me.

It took me a minute to find those sunglasses. They didn’t have a very interesting smell so at first I passed them up.

But when I realized what they were I put them right on. The sun was really bright today, so I figured they’d be a great help while I’m out on my trails. I’m sure that’s what somebody was thinking when they left these for me.

But whoever left these sunglasses wasn’t thinking very clearly. They should have known what size I wear. These are just too big.

I put them on, but they slipped right off my nose and landed on my leash.

I’m not sure what my leash is going to do with these sunglasses. But my leash has been through all kinds of things with me, so I’m sure it’ll figure something out.

Wait a minute! What am I doing letting my leash have my new sunglasses? Leashes don’t need sunglasses.

If they won’t stay on my nose I’ll just try something else.