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The Squirrel that Got Away

My person takes me for walks on the trails near our house. There are lots of little critters on the trails like lizards, quail, and sometimes rabbits. Mostly I don’t pay much attention to them. There are things I like better – like smells, and other dogs. One time though, as I walked along right next to a bush – there’s lots of bushes out there – two squirrels decided to run out of the bush right in front of my nose. Right in front of my nose! Do you get it? Squirrel smell. Wow! I tried to run after them, but my person yanked my leash. Boing___go! My person pulled me right back – and the squirrels were gone. I don’t know why she doesn’t get it. Those squirrels were mine and she let them get away. I would have shared.

Bongo

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Posted by Bongo on August 28, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Squirrel, trails

Bedroom Access

27 Aug

I made Scratchy run

At night I usually sleep in the bedroom with one of my people. My bed is in her room and sometimes I sleep on that but more often I stretch out on the carpet. Scratchy doesn’t like to go into the bedroom at night because my person shuts her door and Scratchy likes to have free access to his litter box. I guess it’s too much for him to wake up our person and wait for her to get up and open the door for him. I don’t have any problems with that. I usually don’t need to get up at night but if I do I make sure my person gets up and lets me out. I don’t let up until she does.

In the morning Scratchy usually decides he wants to join us in the bedroom, so what does he do? He claws on the carpet outside the bedroom door. Our person gets out of bed, opens the door, and then gets back in bed. Scratchy comes in at his leisure and our person lets him get on her bed. He just clawed up the carpet and she lets him get on her bed. She never lets me get on the bed and I’m much better than Scratchy.

This morning I decided to do something about it. I posted myself near the door and when Scratchy started coming in I stood up as if I was going to chase him. Scratchy ran. That was fun. I waited for Scratchy to come back but he never did – so I decided to get my person out of bed instead.

Out the Door

26 Aug

I'm not going out there!

Yesterday both of my people left for the whole day. I have a special friend that comes over to let me out when my people leave for a long time. My friend showed up and I was happy to see her, but she wanted me to go outside. I had just heard thunder rumbling in the distance and there was no way I was going out there. No way at all.

I guess my friend didn’t know what to do because she pulled out this little box and started talking in it. I could hear my person’s voice coming out of that box. Darn. My person must have told my friend all her tricks because the next thing my friend did was to put my leash on me and drag me out the front door. I tried to resist. I resisted so hard that my collar came off, but she was persistent. She put it back on me and dragged me out that door anyway.

I did my business and she let me go back inside and then she tried to leave. Oh, no you don’t. There’s no way you’re leaving me alone when there’s thunder. I tried to run out that door with her and that trapped her. She couldn’t leave without me getting out. Ah ha. Gotcha! You’ve got to stay with me until I say so. My friend got out that little box again and I heard my person’s voice. I was listening to my person’s voice when my friend snuck out that door. Without me!

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Posted by Bongo on August 26, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Door, Thunder

The Bone

25 Aug

Bone Bliss

Last night one of my people left and came home with a bag. My other person opened it and then I began to smell it. A little whiff – and then he took it outside. When he came back in – oh, that smell was heavenly. I sat there, saliva building up in my mouth, and I watched him eat that chunk of meat. I could only dream and hope I might get a tiny little scrap in the end.

Then he gave it to me. I haven’t had one of these in a long time. A mouth-watering meaty chunked bone. Mmmm, so good. I took it out of my bowl and settled on the soft carpet to munch. Then my other person took it away and made me go back into the kitchen to get it. Fine, I can play this game. I took the bone from her and settled back down on the carpet. She took it away again. Go get the bone – back to the carpet. Here she comes again. This is getting ridiculous. Okay, this tile floor is not nearly as nice, but if that’s what I’ve got to do to keep my bone I guess I must.

I stayed on that tile floor long enough. I tried one more time to take my bone out to the carpet. She let me stay and I spent the evening in bone-crunching bliss.

Bongo

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Posted by Bongo on August 25, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Bone, Carpet, Tile

Frisbee Dog

24 Aug

You want me to do what with this?

One of my favorite things to do is catch Frisbees – that is, favorite thing after eating of course. My person has a Frisbee stashed by the back door and I don’t let her forget it. I don’t go out without that Frisbee. I catch that Frisbee and carry it around with me before I even think about doing my business.

Sometimes when I’m carrying my Frisbee around the yard I drop it so I can concentrate. The next time we go outside I tell my person to bring it and she shrugs her shoulders. Then she points it out to me in the yard and makes me go fetch it. Fetch, mind you. I like to catch, but this fetch thing. Not nearly as fun. I really wish my person would fetch it for me, but for some reason she doesn’t seem to understand that she can’t toss it for me unless it’s fetched.

Scratchy

23 Aug

Scratchy

I live with a big, black cat named Scratchy. Well, he’s big for a cat but not nearly as big as me. Scratchy gets special treatment that I don’t get and I get really jealous. Sometimes Scratchy gets on the bed and my person lets him stay there and even scratches his head. I’m not allowed on the bed – at least when anybody’s looking. Scratchy’s allowed to sit by my person on the couch too. If I get on the couch I get yelled at.

Most of the time Scratchy gets away with anything he wants, but every once in awhile he gets yelled at for something. When Scratchy gets yelled at I go try to help my person take care of the problem. If Scratchy’s on the counter I jump up and try to get him. If he’s in the bathroom trying to get the frog (the frog is locked in the bathroom so Scratchy can’t get him) I’ll come and block Scratchy’s escape path.

The funny thing is that every time Scratchy gets yelled at and I show up to help, I get yelled at. I just don’t get it.

Bongo

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Posted by Bongo on August 23, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: black cat, Cat, Scratchy