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Conflict in the Kennel

Bongo and Scratchy in the kennel togetherScratchy!

What are you doing in my dog jail kennel?

You don’t belong in here.

This is my place. My our person bought this for me.

You’d better get out of here.

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Bongo starting to go after Scratchy in the kennel

Scratchy, I mean it.

You need to get out of here now.

Bongo looking patient while Scratchy gets upset

Scratchy, I’m trying to be nice about this.

Why is it you don’t want to cooperate?

All you have to do is get out of my kennel and go find your own place to sleep.

Scratchy giving Bongo what for in the kennel

Alright, that does it.

That’s enough.

I’ll deal with this later.

Scratchy, if you want to be in here so bad you can stay in here.

I’m outta here!

Scratchy alone in the kennel

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Posted by on November 18, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Lost Sheep

English: Lost sheep on farm track.

English: Lost sheep on farm track. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hey person, you don’t have to tell me a Bible story. I’m still full from that banquet story last week. I think I’ll roll over and take a nap.

What? The next story talks about Jesus eating?

I’m on my way.

I bet if I hung out near him under the table he’d hand me some scraps.

I’m listening now.

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The tax collectors and “sinners” were all gathering around to hear Jesus. But the Pharisees and teachers of the law muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”

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Do you think Jesus would welcome a perfect dog to eat with him too?

Not some other dog – I mean me!

I am too a perfect dog.

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Then Jesus told them this parable: “Supposed one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them.”

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Lost sheep? I’m on it!

Here I go! The perfect sheep dog to the rescue!

What do you mean, I’m not a sheep dog?

Well, I’ve got some blogging buddies who are. I’m sure they’d come and help me.

Okay, I’ll listen.

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Jesus said, “Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it?”

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I could stay and guard those ninety-nine sheep that are left.

I’d be the most perfect guard dog.

What do you mean, I’m not a perfect listener?

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Jesus continued, “And when he finds the lost sheep, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home.”

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Okay, the sheep are all home now. It must be time for a perfect break.

Oooh! That must mean it’s snack time.

I’m listening! I’m listening!

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Jesus went on with the story, “Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’”

“I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”

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Rejoicing in heaven?

That sounds like a real party.

I wonder what kind of treats they serve at parties in heaven.

 
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Posted by on November 17, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Missing the Smell

Bongo climbing out of a dry washMy person and I headed out of the wash and back onto one of my regular trails.

But before we could get on the trail our path was blocked.

Three mountain bikers rolled on by.

They couldn’t see us as they approached because we were hidden behind a tree. But as they rolled on past, only a few feet away, not one of them looked and noticed that we were there.

Imagine being so close to a dog and a person and not knowing it.

People are so unaware sometimes.

I’d never miss a biker. If I didn’t see or hear the biker I would smell him.

But what if nobody smelled?

Not only would the world be a far less interesting place, but if someone was quiet enough they might be able to sneak up on you.

Or we might pass people and dogs all the time and not even know about it.

We might be lost in our own little worlds and lose out on all the greetings, and conversations (barking, I mean), and playful times.

That might make the world a lonely place to be.

It would be terrible!

Wait. If people can’t smell things very well, I bet they miss out on who’s near them all the time.

Something needs to be done about this.

There must be some kind of nose surgery to help people smell things better.

And I hope that surgery clears a few more things up for them.

For some reason people have the strangest sense about what smells good.

 
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Posted by on November 16, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Poetry is Necessary

Bongo checking out a parked bikeI headed to my trails and found a bike parked there. This doesn’t happen very often.

Most of the bikes that come to my trails go on my trails.

But this bike is different – in more ways than one.

I see lots of people put stickers on their cars, but I don’t usually see them on bikes.

Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one on a bike on my trails before.

But this bike must be special.

It’s a poetry bike.

"Poetry is Necessary" sticker on bike

This bike says poetry is necessary.

Does that mean I have to write poetry?

Is it as necessary as eating, or sleeping, or going on walks on my trails?

Okay, I guess I’ll write a poem.

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Bikes that write poetry

Are found to be rare

But a dog that writes poems

Can be worse than a bear

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Wait a minute! What happened there?

Those words just came out. They’re not what I wanted to say.

That poetry writing took right over and started writing its own words.

Maybe I shouldn’t be writing poetry.

But I can’t stop yet. I’ve got to get that bear first.

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I chased a bear

He’s no longer there

He ran over the hill

And I’m not sure to where

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Take that you mean old bear.

And don’t come back either.

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Yoda Come Back

YodaI always thought Yoda was this great and powerful Jedi knight, but until I met him in person doggin I didn’t realize how little he was.

I guess Yoda is something like a habanero chili – a lot of punch in a little package.

Yoda and I could make a great team.

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When I put on my Detective Dog hat…

Bongo looking cool with his Detective Dog hat on

And investigate a mystery and find a bad guy –

Yoda could get out his light saber and go after him.

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But when I met Yoda…

Bongo and Yoda

He didn’t even have a light saber.

Yoda, how are you going to conquer the dark side of the force without your light saber?

And then – this makes me really sad – Yoda didn’t seem to want anything to do with me.

Yoda walking away from Bongo

As a matter of fact, Yoda acted like he was afraid of me.

Yoda leaving Bongo

Yoda come back!

I won’t try to steal your light saber.

Just because I’m part black doesn’t mean I’m on the dark side.

See, I’m part white too. I’m one of the good guys.

Where are you going Yoda?

Yodaaaaa!

 
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Posted by on November 14, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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World Kindness Day

Bongo looking kindToday is World Kindness Day. I figure it’s a really good holiday for me because I’m just naturally kind.

It’s totally my second nature.

Eating treats is my first.

I’m always doing kind things such as taking my person for walks.

Can you imagine how out of shape she would be if I didn’t do that?

And I’m kind by giving loves to anyone who wants them. (Cute girls are my favorite though.)

I’m kind by cleaning up the kitchen floor so my person doesn’t have to mop as often.

Frankly, I don’t know why she mops at all. I think I do a pretty good job of cleaning.

I actually spend my whole day being kind in one way or another, so maybe I should name every day World Kindness Day.

What? What are you saying, person?

Now, that’s going a bit too far.

You mean I have to be kind to Scratchy too?

I’ll be kind to Scratchy alright. As soon as he gives me my ball back.

Bongo waiting for Scratchy to toss him the ball

Come on Scratchy, I really want that ball.

Bongo looking at a tennis ball

Okay fine Scratchy. Now that you gave me my ball I’ll share the water in my water dish with you.

Scratchy standing by while Bongo drinks water

As soon as I’m finished with it.

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Treat on the Trail

Bongo finding an apple on the trailThis is the best day ever!

I never find treats on my trails – well, except for weeds, that is.

But today I found an apple. I like apples.

So I hurried over to see what this was all about.

Why was an apple sitting on my trails – right in broad daylight for me to eat?

I guess I really don’t need to solve this mystery – I just need to eat it.

So I thought I would savor the moment, taking in all the juicy good smells of this apple.

Bongo smelling an apple on the ground

Mmmm, this smells good! I think I even sense a trace of little kid smell on here. I wonder how that smell got on this apple.

I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s time to chomp away.

Wait! What?

What are you doing person?

You can’t drag me away!

I’m just getting ready to eat this apple.

Bongo beingdragged from the apple by his leash

Person, you don’t understand?

Don’t you get it? This isn’t one of the normal smells on my trails.

Can’t you see that apple?

Person! Hey person!

Noooooooooo!

 
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Posted by on November 12, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Next Challenge

Bongo in his kennel with the door openIf you’ve been reading my blog over the past couple weeks or so you probably know that my person recently got me a dog jail.

I tried to put Scratchy in it and turn it into a cat jail, but for some reason that didn’t work.

And I keep getting locked in that dog jail every time my person leaves the house.

Don’t tell my person, but I have to admit something.

I’m kind of starting to like that dog jail.

And here’s why.

I’m getting a lot of extra treats because of it.

Every time my person wants me to go in there she puts treats inside.

I hope she never finds out that I’ll go in there without the treats, because treats are what I live for.

And I can sleep in that dog jail just as well as I can sleep on the carpet.

But there is one problem with it.

While I’m locked in dog jail I can’t steal the cat food.

So I’m having to take some bigger chances.

It’s easier when my person isn’t in the house, but now the farthest away she’ll be without seeing me is another room.

Next time I think I’d better wait until she’s farther away than the next room.

You had your camera in your hand already?

Person, you can’t put these pictures on my blog. There’s dirty dishes on your counter.

Bongo on the counter stealing the cat food

As long as my person is going to embarrass herself with these pictures, I might as well finish the job.

Bongo eating all the cat food

At least if I get in trouble now it was worth it.

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

 

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The Banquet

Bongo at the table smiling

This Bible story is about food?

I can’t wait to hear it. I’m drooling already.

Did Jesus feed thousands of people again?

I’m all ears.

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Jesus went to eat at the house of a prominent Pharisee.

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Oh, I get it. Someone fed Jesus this time. I wonder if that Pharisee invites dogs to eat at his house.

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Jesus said to His host, “When you give a luncheon or dinner, do not invite your friends, your brothers or relatives, or your rich neighbors; if you do, they may invite you back and so you will be repaid. But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed. Although they cannot repay you, you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.”

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I can’t repay for my dinner, so I should be invited all the time.

I’m listening. I’m listening.

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When one of those at the table with him heard this, he said to Jesus, “Blessed is the man who will eat at the feast in the kingdom of God.”

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Blessed is the dog too.

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Jesus replied,: “A certain man was preparing a great banquet and invited many guests. At the time of the banquet he sent his servant to tell those who had been invited, ‘Come, for everything is now ready.’

But they all alike began to make excuses. The first said, ‘I have just bought a field, and I must go and see it. Please excuse me.’

“Another said, ‘I have just bought five yoke of oxen, and I’m on my way to try them out. Please excuse me.’

“Still another said, ‘I just got married, so I can’t come.’”

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If all those people can’t come that means there will be lots of leftovers. I bet they’ll give them to me and all my dog buddies.

I am listening. I’m waiting for the food part.

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Jesus continued, “The servant came back and reported this to his master. Then the owner of the house became angry and ordered his servant, ‘Go quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame.’

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Don’t bring in too many of those people. There won’t be any food left for us dogs.

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“’Sir,’ the servant said, ‘what you ordered has been done, but there is still room.’”

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Oh good. Time for a dog party.

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“Then the master told his servant, ‘Go out to the roads and country lanes and make them come in, so that my house will be full. I tell you, not one of those men who were invited will get a taste of my banquet.’”

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Here I am. I’m on this country lane out here. I’ll eat the banquet that those ungrateful men wouldn’t come and eat.

Jesus does care about dogs, doesn’t He?

 
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Posted by on November 10, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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A Sad Story

Bongo sniffing something on the trailHmmm.

Something’s here that doesn’t belong on my trails.

At least not this time of year.

It smells funny too. Not your usual trail scent.

And it’s colorful.

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What's hiding in Bongo's shadow?

There’s not usually much color on my trails this time of year except for the red rocks and the blue skies.

I wonder how this strange stuff got here.

Colors are usually cheery, but this stuff seems to have a sad story behind it.

Maybe a cute girl was sniffing the funny smell and the wind came up and blew these things out of her hands.

Or maybe a boy was bringing these to a cute girl, but she’d gone too far on my trails and he couldn’t find her.

Or maybe these were meant to remember someone.

Oh wait – this is Sedona after all. Someone was probably using these to put an enchantment on my trails.

It’s a good thing I found them then.

Discarded flowers on the ground

No enchantments for my trails.

Unless it’s to enchant all the cute girls to come and give me loves.

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

 

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