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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.

Midnight Mischief

Scratchy in the doorwayYesterday I had to put off my mischief story because I had so many other things to say. So today I’m going to tell you about the mischief maker – and this time it wasn’t me.

All last week my person was working on a paper mache empty tomb, and for some reason she wouldn’t let me alone in the room with that tomb. She doesn’t seem to trust me or something. Just because I knocked it on the floor and ate the paper mache stuff off of it. I don’t know what the problem is. My person fixed it.

At night she was shutting the door to her bedroom – with me inside – so I couldn’t go out and eat be near that tomb without her knowing about it.

Scratchy wasn’t very happy about this. He likes to come and go as he pleases and he really dislikes being locked inside the bedroom at night.

So one night Scratchy came to the closed door and started making noise like cats do and clawing on the carpet. My person opened the door and when he got up on the bed she shut the door again.

This made Scratchy mad and he wanted right back out. My person let him out since he was making such a ruckus and then she shut the door.

Scratchy didn’t like that either. He wanted that door open. He kept bugging us until my person opened the door again.

He didn’t want to come in, but he wanted to be able to come in.

Of course, this left me with access to that tomb.

But I didn’t want to eat that thing. It tasted terrible the first time.

Paper mache empty tomb finished

Crosses and empty tomb

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

 

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Eventful Easter

Bongo sniffing an Easter egg on the trailToday is Monday Mischief and I was going to tell you a great story about somebody else’s mischief – something I had no part in. But then I had such a great walk yesterday afternoon that I just had to share that instead. That mischief story will have to wait.

Yesterday was Easter, and while I was on my trails I found an Easter egg. I didn’t even know I was going on an Easter egg hunt. I was so excited. Somebody left an Easter egg just for me.

But if that’s all that happened all I would have is an Easter egg hunt story and lots of people had those yesterday. But there was more.

I passed three little girls. Cute little girls. And all three of them gave me loves. One of them even got down from her daddy’s shoulders to give me loves. Woo woo!

What, person? You didn’t take any pictures of those little girls giving me loves. How’s anybody going to believe me then? If I have to wait while you take pictures of all those flowers, then you’d better get your camera out and take pictures of me any time I’m getting loves. Even if those loves are from boys.

I guess I’ll have to look for more loves on my next walk. And make sure my person has her camera out and ready.

But there’s more.

I have a neighbor dog who lives on the other side of my backyard fence. Every time we’re outside together he barks at me. He’s a through the fence kind of friend. I wrote about him here. For a long time we’ve always had a fence between us when we meet. Yesterday, we finally got to meet dog to dog. Moe tried to give me what for like he does through the fence but I gave him what for back and then we were even. Moe backed off while my person talked to his person. They hadn’t met before either.

Bongo and Moe on the trail

So now that Moe knows who’s top dog around here, I’ll let him be my friend.

Moe, I’ll be out to meet you at the fence again in a little while.

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

 

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The Empty Tomb

Paper mache empty tombThat is not the same tomb that I ate a few days ago. That one was made of squishy newspaper and chicken wire.

I would never eat a rock. Who do you think I am, anyway?

This is supposed to be the tomb they buried Jesus in? Why would they bury him in a rock?

Yeah, I guess it would be hard to steal him out of a big, rock tomb when a humongous rock covered the entrance.

But who would want to? Why would anyone want to steal a body?

Jesus what? He told people he would be killed and after three days he would rise again?

So the elders, chief priests and scribes wanted to seal Jesus in so his disciples couldn’t steal his body and say he had risen?

But what if Jesus was telling the truth? Wouldn’t He be stuck inside that big rock tomb? What would He do then?

Okay, I’ll listen to the rest of the story.

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Jesus died on the cross on a Friday, and on Sunday Mary Magdalene and some of the other women who had followed Him went to His tomb. They found the stone rolled back from the door of the tomb.

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So Jesus snuck out right through the front door.

I am listening.

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Mary Magdalene ran to tell Peter and John, two of Jesus’ disciples, that they didn’t know where Jesus’ body had been taken. Peter and John ran to the tomb and only found the linen cloths that Jesus had been buried in. So they left and went back to their homes.

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Does that mean Jesus had to go and knock on their doors?

I’m listening. I just wanted to know.

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When Peter and John left, Mary stayed behind weeping. She looked into the tomb and saw two angels in there. The angels asked her why she was weeping and Mary said, “Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him.

After she said this, Mary turned around and saw Jesus, but she thought He was the gardener. She said to Him, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away.”

Jesus said to her, “Mary!”

Mary finally realized this was Jesus and was overjoyed.

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Did Jesus look for a place to hide after that so he wouldn’t be killed again?

Yes, I’m listening.

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Later, when the disciples were hiding behind locked doors for fear of the Jews, Jesus appeared to them.

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He went right through the locked door? Does that mean He could have gotten out of that tomb even if the door wasn’t rolled away?

That would make it easy for Him to hide so he wouldn’t be killed again.

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Jesus won’t be killed again. God raised Him from the dead so that He will have everlasting life. And you can have everlasting life too if you declare Jesus as Lord and believe that God raised Him from the dead.

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I’ve just got one question.

Can you make the next empty tomb out of bread please?

 
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Posted by on March 31, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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The No Sign

Bongo ignoring a No Trespassing signWhen I take my person through the dry wash on my trails we come to a place that has signs on the trees. That first word on the sign is “No” and I know what that means. I have no idea what the second word means. It’s one of those big words that people use that doesn’t make sense to me.

But I already know that I don’t like that word No. I hear that word too much at home when I’d rather hear Yes. Just once I’d like to hear, “Yes, you can eat the cat food that Scratchy left,” or “Yes, it’s okay to hang out on the couch,” but no, I never hear those things.

Since I don’t like the first word on that sign, the other word is probably bad too. So I’m ignoring it.

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Bongo in front of No Trespassing sign

But my person says I’m not allowed to go past those signs. She says the other side of those trees is no longer my trails and it’s someone’s private property.

I don’t get it. It looks like my trails to me. There’s a house way up on a hill, but there’s nothing down here.

Don’t those people realize that these are my trails and they’re lucky that I don’t bring all my dog friends and have a party here?

But my person seems to think I should honor those signs. She, of all people should realize that these are my trails.

Since I can’t convince my person and she won’t let me go past those signs, I’ll just handle it another way.

Bongo marking a bush below the No Trespassing sign

See who gets the last word in now.

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

 

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Name that Trail

Broken RockOne of my trails that I take my person on a lot doesn’t have a name. That’s because it’s not an official trail.

As far as I’m concerned it’s official, but it’s kind of nice because it’s almost private.

But I’ve been thinking, that trail really needs a name.

My person must have been thinking the same thing because today we found a broken rock on the trail and she thought Broken Rock Trail would be a good name.

She even tried to get me to pose by the rock to make it official.

Bongo looking away from the broken rock

I’ve got to think of another name quick. Broken Rock sounds so stupid. I mean, somebody accidentally stepped on that rock and broke it and now it’s going to be the name of my trail?

I don’t think so.

I thought and thought – as much as a dog brain can think – and finally I came up with it.

Here it is! The official name for my trail.

Bongo sniffing a bush near the broken rock

Good Sniffs Trail it is.

I bet all the dogs will want to visit it now.

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

 

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Flower Power

Indian Paintbrush hiding under blooming manzanita bushIt’s that time of year again. When my person is the slowest hiker in the world because all she seems to do is take out her camera.

And when I think she’s finished and we can start moving, she takes it out again.

There are some flowers that bloom around here called Indian Paintbrush. They’re pretty hard to miss when you walk by.

I’ve been lucky though. None of them grow on the trails we usually walk on, and I can usually distract my person when we walk by the ones near our trail so she doesn’t notice them.

But you know what those Indian Paintbrushes did?

They smuggled a couple of them right onto my trail and hid them under a Manzanita bush. But even hidden they’re hard to miss because of their bright color.

And my person noticed them.

And then she noticed that those other ones were in bloom. Those ones I told you about that she usually doesn’t notice.

So she had to go off of our trail and get her camera out. And of course she dragged me with her.

Indian Paintbrush

Indian Paintbrush in bloom

But I discovered something about those flowers.

The bushes around those flowers – the ones they tried to hide those paintbrushes under – have some really good smells in them.

Bongo with his nose in a manzanita bush

I hope my person stays here and takes pictures for a long time.

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

 

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The Best Smells

Good scents on SugarloafYesterday I told you about a smelly tree that I have to pass on the way to my trails. My person said that tree was probably trying to attract bees, but it wasn’t doing a very good job. I didn’t find a single bee around that tree.

I left the tree and went on to sniff much better things on my trails. Things that have messages attached so I can tell what my dog buddies have been up to.

And while I was sniffing I learned something new.

Bees must be kind of like dogs. They don’t like those smelly trees either.

They seem to like the bushes with the interesting smells too.

Although I stopped smelling this particular bush when I heard the buzzing sound.

Bee on a branch

This bee was on the busy side, and I didn’t want to disturb him.

Bee hanging from a branch

Getting on the wrong side of a bee is kind of like getting on the wrong side of a cactus.

I’ll go find another bush to sniff.

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

 

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What’s that Smell?

Bongo sniffing his favorite rockThe last few days there’s been a strange smell on the corner of my street. I smell it every time I walk by there to get to my trails.

It’s not like the smell of my favorite rock. I drag my person over to this rock every day when go near it. You see, it’s not quite on our path, but it ‘s worth going out of the way for.

No, this strange smell isn’t anything like my message spots. It’s kind of a girlie smell, but not like any girl I’d want to hang out with.

It smells sort of like perfume, but I sure hope none of my girlfriends wear perfume like that. I prefer a good old strong dog scent to that smell.

My person says the smell is coming from this tree and the tree is probably trying to attract bees.

Tree covered in white blossoms

If bees like the smell of that tree there’s got to be something wrong with them. I mean, who would want to go after that smell?

But maybe those bees are smarter than I thought.

white blossoms

 

I don’t see any of them hanging around this tree.

They probably found something that smelled much better.

 
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Posted by on March 26, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Tomb is Really Empty Now

Scratchy with bags of plastic Easter eggsHey person, Scratchy’s getting into the Easter eggs.

What?

I am not.

I am not trying to cover up for what I did.

What did I do?

Oh that. Well, it smelled like food to me.

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Partially completed paper mache empty tomb

So I ate it.

Bongo and damaged tomb

It was a what?

You’re making an empty tomb for Easter? The tomb that Jesus left?

Aren’t tombs made out of rocks or something?

Person, if you’d carved that tomb out of rock I wouldn’t have eaten it. So it’s all your fault.

But don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.

Look.

Bongo licking the paper mache drippings off the floor

I’m cleaning up the mess I made on the floor.

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

 

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Feet and Bread

English: The Last Supper

English: The Last Supper (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today is the beginning of what week?

Holy week? I haven’t been digging any holes lately.

Maybe it’s all those ant holes that I’ve seen popping up lately.

What do you mean it’s not that kind of holes? What other kind of holes are there?

Okay, I’m listening.

Today is Palm Sunday and I told the story of that last year?

I did?

Oh yeah. That’s when Jesus came riding on a donkey and everybody waved palm branches and shouted Hosanna.

But you said it’s a whole week. Did Jesus ride on a donkey all week?

I am letting you tell the story. I’m just asking questions to get you going.

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Jesus shared the Passover meal with his disciples later in the week.

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Food? This story is about food? I’m all ears!

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In those days the people wore sandals and their feet would get very dirty on the dusty roads, so the lowliest servant would normally wash the feet of those sitting down for a meal. But this time Jesus got up, wrapped a towel around his waist, and began washing the disciple’s feet.

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Why would Jesus wash their feet? Shouldn’t somebody be washing His feet?

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That’s what Peter thought and he said to Jesus, “You shall never wash my feet.”

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That means there’s extra water left in that foot washing bowl. I bet dirty foot water tastes good.

I am listening.

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Jesus told Peter that unless He washed him, he would have no part with Jesus.

And when Jesus had finished washing the disciple’s feet He told them to do for each other what He had done for them.

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I’ll lick the disciple’s feet any time. I bet those feet smell really good.

Yes, I’m listening.

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While they were eating, Jesus told the disciples that one of them would betray Him. The disciples didn’t know what He meant and one by one they said, “Surely not I?”

Jesus said, “It is the one to whom I will give this piece of bread to when I have dipped it in the dish.” He dipped the bread and gave it to Judas Iscariot.

As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him.

Jesus told Judas, “What you are about to do, do quickly.”

Judas left, but the rest of the disciples had no idea what he was doing.

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I can’t figure Judas out. Why would he leave before they were done eating?

He was going to what? Betray Jesus? But couldn’t he have done that after dinner?

Okay, I’ll listen.

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While they were eating Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to the disciples, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.

And after supper He took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to the disciples, and said, “This is my blood of the new covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.”

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You aren’t stopping now, are you person? I want to hear the rest of the story.

What do you mean I’d fall asleep if you talked too long?

No I wouldn’t. I’m just waiting for Jesus and the disciples to leave. I want to see if they left any food behind.

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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