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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.

Save the Weeds

28 Mar

Perfect conditions! Warm spring weather and we just had lots of snow that melted and soaked the ground. Guess what that means. Weeds! Bunches of them. And I really like munching on weeds.

My person took me out for an extra walk today because she wanted to get some pictures, and I took advantage of it to get some weed munching in. My person kept telling me to quit, but she was too busy with her camera to do anything about it, and I kept munching away.

What am I saying here? Somebody’s going to think I’m turning into a sheep. I still like meat and dog treats and stuff, but an occasional weed for dessert is nice. And I’ll chase the sheep before I turn into one myself.

Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. I got a taste of the weeds on my trails and I really looked forward to trying out the weeds in my yard. But you know what my person did? She went out in the yard and started pulling those weeds out of the ground. She put them in a big black bag and threw that in the garbage can.

I think I could have convinced her to save some of those weeds, but she wouldn’t even let me go out in the yard with her. She said it wasn’t even to keep me from eating weeds. Something about getting bored and jumping the fence when she was out pulling weeds before.

Hey person, that was way last summer. I won’t do that again. I’ll just stay in the yard and graze. Really.

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Posted by Bongo on March 28, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Weed

Get Rid of Those Tacks

27 Mar

You got done with what, person? There were some tacks in your computer? Well, I’m glad you took them out. You could get poked with those. That could hurt.

Taxes? What are those? Are those fancy tacks? Do they come in special shapes or something?

Oh, that’s what you were working on the last few days when you spent so much time on your computer? I thought you were working on my blog. Person, I told you what I wanted you to put on my blog. Did you do it?

No, that’s not good enough person. I want all of it on my blog. Get those tacks out of the way. You’re probably afraid that they’ll hurt your fingers. Wouldn’t it make more sense to move them? Besides, you haven’t been reading me any of my friend’s stories lately. What’s wrong with you anyway?

You’re getting a what? What’s a refund?

Oh, you thought you were going to have to take money out of my dog treat fund to pay for all those tacks on your computer, but you’re getting money back instead.

Woo woo! More money for dog treats. Can you read me some of my friend’s stories while I’m munching on my dog treats?

Homework! Now you have to finish your homework first?

Okay person, hand over your computer. I’m going to stick a few tacks back in it.

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Posted by Bongo on March 27, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, taxes

Boys are Better

26 Mar

I had a great time on my trails today. I met this cute girl. Anybody who knows me knows how much I like getting loves from cute girls. Well this girl was kind of shy. She said she liked me, but then she was afraid to give me loves. I put on my charm though, and finally I got some loves from her.

But then, something even better happened. I met a bunch of boys and they wanted to give me loves. I’m not picky. I’ll take loves from anyone. But those boys had something even better than loves. They had a ball and they wanted to play. Imagine that, somebody wanting to play ball with me.

I had so much fun with those boys. They tossed the ball for me and I jumped up and caught it. And then they tossed it again. Finally, I gave the ball to my person to toss. I missed it and knocked it into a big pile of prickly pear cactus. That was the end of that ball.

Since my playing time had been cut short I thought maybe I’d see if Scratchy would play with me when I got home. I don’t think he was in the mood though. When a cat hisses does that mean no?

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Posted by Bongo on March 26, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: ball, Pets, Scratchy, Trail

Why Did They Want to Kill Him?

25 Mar

What are you telling me, person? You mean that little baby you told me about last Christmas – the one who was born where all the animals were – grew up to be a man and then people wanted to kill him? Why would they want to do that?

Yeah, Jesus. That’s who I’m talking about. Why would they want to kill him?

He did? He performed miracles and healed lots of people? Is that why they wanted to kill him? I don’t get it.

Did Jesus heal animals too?

He taught people about God and the Kingdom of Heaven? Didn’t they like God? Is that why they wanted to kill him?

He told people to do things like love their enemies? Okay, now I get it. They must have thought he was nuts. He tried to take away the fun of giving someone what for.

What, that wasn’t it either? Then what?

People followed him instead of the religious leaders? And Jesus told the religious leaders they were hypocrites that were leading people away from God? Oh, now I get it. I think.

So the religious leader got jealous of Jesus? And mad at him?

He did? He told people he is the Son of God? Why would he say that if he knew it would upset people? He could have just kept quiet and no one would have bothered him.

But person, that doesn’t make sense at all. You mean he came and was born so he could die on a cross? I don’t get it. Couldn’t he have asked God to rescue him?

He could? Then why didn’t he? Did he at least give all those religious leaders what for?

No way! He asked God to forgive them? I really don’t get it now.

He died on that cross because he loves us? I love you person, but I don’t want to die on a cross.

He had to take all the sins on himself so everybody could be with God? Didn’t God like Jesus?

He loves people too, so He was willing to sacrifice His only Son for all the people? And he saved the lives of animals too because they didn’t have to be sacrificed anymore? That’s cool. That means He loves animals too.

But I still don’t get it.

I have to hear the rest of the story and that happens on Easter?

Oh, Easter. That’s the day I get to steal the candy out of the plastic eggs.

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Posted by Bongo on March 25, 2012 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Christianity, Easter, faith, God, Jesus, Pets, Son of God

Training Session

24 Mar

My person has been making a lot of mistakes lately and I think she’s due for some retraining, so this is a training session for my person. All of you people out there who walk your dogs might want to listen up too. And if you don’t walk your dog, or you don’t have a dog to walk you need to start with a different training session. I’ll get to that one in awhile.

Hey person, I’ve got to lay down some rules here. I know you have to hang on to the end of my leash so you don’t get lost or run off, but there are a few times you need to let go.

For instance, today when that bunny came running across the trail. If you had let go of my leash your arm wouldn’t have been yanked so hard. You know it’s going to be sore tomorrow.

And if you had let go of my leash I would have been able to chase that bunny. You know it’s getting close to Easter. That bunny is probably gathering up a stash of brightly colored eggs somewhere. I might have been able to follow that bunny to the stash.

You know that would have helped you out, person. You’ve got an Easter egg hunt coming up. Where do you think you’re going to get the eggs for it?

I hope you’re thinking about what I’ve just told you. Next time we see a bunny, let go of my leash.

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Posted by Bongo on March 24, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: bunny, Easter, Easter Bunny, Easter egg, Egg hunt, Leash, Pets, walk

Stepping for Squeaks

23 Mar

Hey, my person likes the squeaks as much as me. She stepped on my squeaky ball so she could hear the sound it made. She likes it!

What person, you didn’t see it there? It was right in front of you. How could you miss it?

I know where my balls are when it’s dark. If I can’t see something I can still smell it. So why didn’t you smell it? Why didn’t you turn the lights on anyway?

Oh yeah, you were just getting up to go to the bathroom and I left the ball right in your path. Good story. You know you really like to make my ball squeak.

Speaking of the bathroom, can you let me outside now? Hurry person, open the door.

What’s that squeaky sound? Somebody else must like the sound of my squeaks.

I did? I stepped on it? Oops.

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Posted by Bongo on March 23, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: ball, Pets, Squeak, Toy

Where Do the Snow Creatures Go?

22 Mar

This morning my entire back yard had turned into a popsicle. It tasted so yummy. Forget the Frisbee. I think I’ll see how much of my yard I can eat. Frozen snow is the best. Nice and crunchy. Not as hard as ice cubes – but I like those too.

I wanted to eat my whole yard – all the snow in it, but my person had other ideas – as usual. She took me out on my trails though and another wish came true. My trails had turned to mud. The sides of my trails still had lots of snow, but gooey, mucky, squishy mud filled my trails. It felt so good to walk in. I’m not sure why, but my person kept trying to avoid the mud. She didn’t do a very good job.

We squished along for awhile and then I found something interesting. Just sitting there on top of a trail marker. A snowman and a snow worm. A couple days ago I found a strange creature buried in the snow. I wonder if the snow worm is one of its babies. I wish it would snow more often. I’m finding all kinds of creatures that I don’t normally see on my trails. I wonder where they go when the snow goes away.

I even found a creek that only comes out when it snows. I wanted to follow it and find out where it goes. Maybe I would find where the snow creatures go too. They must have a hidey hole they all go to when the snow goes away.

My person wouldn’t let me follow the creek. Something about getting her boots wet. C’mon person. First you complain about the mud. Now you don’t want to wash it off.

People! If I don’t get mine trained right I’m never going to find that hidey hole.

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Posted by Bongo on March 22, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Frisbee, Mud, Pets, snow, Trail

Snow Changes

21 Mar

We got more snow overnight and then the sun came out in the afternoon. Time for more adventures!

The sun made the snow start melting so there were all kinds of puddles and streams on my trails. I walked through the middle of every puddle. It was great fun.

I found some kind of strange spiny creature hibernating in the snow. I’ve never seen this creature before. I hope it’s still there when the snow melts. I want to see what the rest of it looks like.

My pond didn’t have any water in it a couple days ago. Now it’s a true mud puddle. It even has red water. I’d better get my Detective Dog hat on and find out where this water is coming from.

Hey, where did this water come from? It’s running down the rock.

We even found a virgin trail and got to put the first footprints in the snow.

Hey person, I bet tomorrow we’ll be able to find some really good virgin mud.

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Posted by Bongo on March 21, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Puddle, snow, Trail

How to Walk in Snow

20 Mar

I don’t believe it! My person let me outside Sunday morning and there was snow everywhere. And not just a little bit of that white stuff. There was bunches. Perfect for dragging my Frisbee through. It slides really well in snow. This new Frisbee I have slides so well that sometimes it slips away from me and I have to find it.

If you look really close you can see my Frisbee flying behind me.

After I’d had enough of the Frisbee games, I decided it was time to take my person for a walk. I’m not sure taking my person for a walk in the snow was such a good idea though.

She kept making me stop so she could take pictures, and even when she wasn’t taking pictures she wouldn’t go fast enough.

Hurry up, person.

Cactus Covered in Snow

Frozen Pricklers

I kept finding all kinds of really great smells in the bushes and every time I tried to go find where the smell came from my person yanked me back to the trails. Besides, every time she took a step her feet made such a loud crunching sound in the snow that all the critters probably heard her coming and ran for it.

I didn't know there was a stream here.

Then, guess what? I found a dead mouse sitting right on top of the snow. I picked it up and started to chomp on it. And you know what my person did. She made me drop it. I tried to ignore her but she wouldn’t give up. I figured if I dropped it for a minute she’d be happy and I could go pick it up again. But no. She wouldn’t let me get back near it. I can’t figure out why she would want to waste a good tasty morsel like that.

I’d had about enough after that. I took my person home. And if she keeps spoiling my fun in the snow I’m leaving her home next time.

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Posted by Bongo on March 20, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Frisbee, Outdoors, Pets, snow, Trail, Walking

Junk Yard Dog

19 Mar

Yippee! My person is home. I got to play Frisbee and go on my trails and my person even fixed my squeaky bear. I pulled the squeaker out of it while she was gone. Now it squeaks again.

My person says I’m famous in Indiana. Lots of her friends know about me and asked about me. And most of her friends don’t even live in Indiana, so I’m famous all over.

What, person? Don’t let it what? What about my head? How many people have a famous dog? I think you should be proud of me.

You did what while you were gone, person? You missed being around me so much that you found another dog to take pictures of? Who do you think you are, Laurie Bartolo or something? That’s what she does. My friend Laurie finds dogs to take pictures of. You’re only supposed to take pictures of me.

I don’t care if I wasn’t there. Next time you’ll have to bring me along.

You found a what? A junk yard dog? I could be a junk yard dog. Just give me a junk yard to play in. Better yet, I’ll take all my chewed up toys out in our back yard. Then I’ll be a junk yard dog too.