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Indoor Catch

I love catching balls, and my person has given me some soft balls that I can play catch with in the house. When I want to play catch I’ll bring a ball to my person and if I’m lucky she’ll toss it in the air for me.

I’m really good at catching the balls she tosses. Once I catch it I make sure to get it good and slobbery before handing it back for her to toss it to me again. Something about a good slobbery ball makes it really fun to play catch.

Sometimes my person makes a funny toss and I miss catching the ball. It will bounce off my nose and go flying. Usually that’s the end of the game. My person is afraid something will get broken. I keep bringing the ball back to her, but she ignores me.

Sometimes though, when the ball goes flying the game ends for a different reason.

Would somebody please get my ball for me?

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Posted by Bongo on November 16, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Balls, Pets

What’s That Sound?

15 Nov

Today we were out walking on the trails minding our own business when we heard a sound like a rattle and someone started chanting “Hey Yah – Hey Yah,” – whatever that means. I’ve never heard my people make any sounds like that.

Well we looked around for where the sound was coming from. My person thought it might be from the top of Sugarloaf where the tiny flute player had been awhile back, but she couldn’t see anyone up there. Then we saw him. On the side of Sugarloaf, partway up. All dressed out in Native American clothing and holding a rattle and a drum. I didn’t know what to make of all his chanting.

My person wanted to get closer to take a picture, but she really needed a telephoto lens – or to climb up the mountain with that guy. She didn’t want to do that. I think she was afraid he’d make her join in the chanting. I would have joined, but I’m not sure that guy would like it.

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Posted by Bongo on November 15, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Chant, Native American, Pets, Sugarloaf

Shrinking Rocks

14 Nov

Something really strange happened today. The big rocks near my house got shorter.

I had a really fun time on my walk. There were lots of puddles and mud. My person doesn’t like the mud. She says she sinks into it and it sticks to her boots – so she tried to walk on the dry spots, but sometimes there weren’t any. Me, I like the mud. It’s soft and squishy and feels good to walk on.

I got a surprise when we went further along on the trail. My puddle that has been around for awhile had turned into a lake. It had lots of good smells in it too.

By the time we came back from our walk the big rocks had gotten back to normal size. I’m not really sure what was happening with those rocks.

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Posted by Bongo on November 14, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Mud, Pets, Puddle, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Trail

Boat Ride Anyone?

13 Nov

I was really upset when my person told me the Bible story of creation and I found out we were only allowed to eat plants. No meat! It just isn’t fair.

Well, my person told me all that changes so I hope she’s coming through. She said she’d tell me another story and it even has animals in it, but I’m only listening if I get to eat meat.

My person said that this story happened a long time ago and everyone on earth was very bad. Everyone except one man, that is. And God came to this man and told him to build an ark. I asked my person what an ark was and she said it was a big boat. Okay, so is this story about boats or meat?

My person told me to lie down and listen and she’d get to it. I wasn’t very happy about it but I figured I could go to sleep if she kept talking about boats.

This man who had to build the boat was named Noah. It took him a long time to build it because God told him to make a really big boat. My person said he probably wasn’t anywhere near a large lake or the ocean and all the bad people around him probably came and made fun of him.

I don’t know about Noah, but I think I’m ready to give this story up. Boats, bad people, and Noah. I haven’t seen any animals and where’s the beef?

I started to walk away and my person grabbed me by the collar and made me stay. Then she told me that not only did God tell Noah to build a big boat, He also told Noah to collect two of every kind of animal. When Noah finished the boat they’d all get in it and go for a ride.

I’m not sure I’d want to ride in a boat. I might get seasick. I guess I’d be okay in Noah’s boat though. It didn’t have a sea to make me sick.

My person said all that changed. When Noah finished the boat and he and his family and all the animals got inside, God made it start raining – a bunch. And that rain kept up for forty days and forty nights and flooded everything and wiped out all the bad people. But Noah and all those animals had to stay on that boat for a year before all that water went away.

Finally God told Noah that everybody could leave the ark, and He promised Noah and all the animals that He wouldn’t send a flood like that again. He said His rainbow would be the sign of His promise.

I still felt very hungry and started to head toward the door so my person could let me outside when she said the story wasn’t quite over. I turned around and looked at her. She said that in the beginning God had given all the green plants to eat. When Noah and everybody got off the boat, God told them they could also eat meat.

Yes!!! I’m saved. I’m pushing the veggies aside. Please pass the meat platter.

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Posted by Bongo on November 13, 2011 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Bible, Boat, dogs, faith, God, Noah, Pets

Vegetable Dog

12 Nov

There’s that sound again. I’m on my way. Chop, chop, chop. My person is chopping vegetables. When she does that I get treats. Vegetable ends. She used to throw them away. Silly person. Why would she do that?

She doesn’t throw them out anymore. I got her to toss me something once – a long time ago. I don’t even remember what it was. A zucchini end or something. Now that she knows I’ll eat them, she tosses the ends to me all the time. So as soon as I hear that knife chopping away, out into the kitchen I come.

My person tosses the pieces high into the air and I get to catch them. That’s almost as much fun as eating them. Sometimes even more fun, depending on what it is she tossed to me. Cucumbers are alright, but I prefer tomatoes, zucchini, and onions. And don’t toss me any olives. I’ll spit them right out. I guess my person figured out about the olives because I don’t see her chopping any. I mean, it makes more sense to chop the kinds that I like, doesn’t it?

Now I’ve got to figure out how to get her to chop up some meat.

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Posted by Bongo on November 12, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets

Gotta Catch Up

11 Nov

My person is back home again. Yay! I’m so happy. It was very late when she got home, but I heard her car and woke up to greet her and got lots of loves. Scratchy stole a few of my loves though.

While my person was gone I missed out on a lot. One thing I missed was catching Frisbees. I didn’t get to do it at all. My younger person won’t throw them for me. Maybe he hurt his wrist or something being on the computer all the time. I don’t think so though because both my people spend lots of time on the computer. I think they both would have hurt wrists then.

Maybe my younger person has too much homework and doesn’t have time to toss me Frisbees. Sometimes my person takes classes and has homework too. Maybe she gets hers done faster. Anyway, I didn’t get to catch one single Frisbee while my person was gone.

I’m making up for it though. My person knows that when I want to go outside she might as well let me because I don’t stop bugging her until she does. I’m bugging her lots today. I don’t really need to go outside, but I’m gonna make sure she catches me up on all those missed Frisbee tosses.

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Posted by Bongo on November 11, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Frisbee, Pets

Toss the Ball

10 Nov

Yay! My person is coming back from Indiana tonight. It’s a good thing because my younger person is going away for the weekend. If my person wasn’t coming home she would make my younger person stay home with me – and then he’d probably be mad at me.

In the meantime Scratchy and I are standing watch, waiting for my person to get home. I can’t believe Scratchy cares, but here he is sitting next to me and waiting. I’ve got my ball ready for my person to toss. Scratchy, maybe you should get a piece of yarn or something. Actually, never mind. I don’t think our person can toss balls and twirl yarn at the same time. She may be good, but I don’t think she’s that good. At least she said she wasn’t that good and I want all the ball tossing time I can get.

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Posted by Bongo on November 10, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Cat, Cats and Dogs, Home, Pets, Scratchy

Where Did She Go?

09 Nov

I think my person has ADD. She gets up and heads for the door, so I run to the door getting ready for her to let me out, and then she does something else. How could she forget so quickly? I mean, sometimes it’s only a second or two. She turns the other direction, or she gets distracted by something on the counter, or she gets herself something to eat.

Can you believe that? She was getting up to let me out, and I was so looking forward to catching a few Frisbees, and then she forgets and gets herself something to eat. She doesn’t even give me any food. How rude is that?

About this time I’m usually running back and forth between my person and the door to remind her that she was supposed to be letting me out and tossing Frisbees to me. Sometimes she finally remembers, and sometimes she doesn’t. Usually if I go right up to her and jump up and down a few times it jogs her memory. I just wish she didn’t get so distracted. It would be so much easier on me.

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Posted by Bongo on November 9, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets

Can You Walk to Indiana?

08 Nov

My person is leaving today and I’ve got to stay home with my younger person. I have to watch over him and make sure he gets up in time for school. He won’t let me in his room though. He says I get too much hair everywhere. So I guess I’ll just have to scratch on his door.

I’m not sure where my person is going. She says it’s someplace called Indiana. I don’t know where that is but I know it’s a long way from Arizona. My person says she can’t even walk there. She says if she tried it would be a very long time before I would see her again.

She says she’s going to get in her car but I’m not allowed to get in with her. She has to drive for two hours to a place called an airport in Phoenix and get on something called an airplane that will fly her to Indiana. She pointed out an airplane that was flying overhead and said it is like a very large bird that people can fly inside of. I’m not sure I’d want to trust the insides of a bird’s belly.

Since my person won’t be here to help me write my blogs I had her help me do some ahead. She said she’d try to post them but her schedule might be all screwed up. Somehow I think my person is losing sight of her priorities.

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Posted by Bongo on November 8, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets

No, Not That!

07 Nov

I didn’t notice it at first because as soon as my person got home she put her hiking boots on and attached my leash to my collar and we headed out the door. I think she felt guilty about only giving me half a hike the other day because the scent of my person’s little blogging friend hung around her.

Yes, she admitted she had been with her blogging friend, but she said she’d made a point of getting home in time to take me for a walk before it got dark. Thank you person. You didn’t do that the other day.

But there was something else. It became obvious when we returned home from our walk that it wasn’t only the little blogging friend that I smelled. It was a new scent. Something, actually somebody that I hadn’t smelled before. Not a person. Not even a dog, and definitely not a cat. It was a – a – it was – I haven’t been around one of those in a very long time. It was a puppy.

Nooo – not a puppy. What if my person wants to replace me with a puppy? What if she thinks that puppy is cuter than me? I’m in trouble now. Where would I go if that puppy came and took my place?

What? You mean? That puppy’s not coming here? You’re not going to replace me? That puppy belongs to your blogging friend? Silly person. Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?