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Rocks on Rocks

Hmm. This is strange.

For a long time there have been trail markers on my trails so people know which way to go.

They’re mostly just a big pile of rocks, but the rocks have heavy wire around them so the pile keeps its shape and the rocks don’t get knocked all over the place.

People need this kind of thing. I think they’d find it much easier if they’d learn from us dogs.

Follow the smells.

But look what I found.

This pile of rocks has another pile of rocks on top of it.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Is it for people who don’t get it the first time and need to be told twice?

Or maybe it’s for really tall people who don’t see the regular trail marker because it’s so far below them.

Or it might just be a waste of good rocks.

And look at this.

Here’s another one.

I’ve figured it out now.

This isn’t a double trail marker to help people follow the trails.

The rocks on top mean something else.

Instead of sticking to the trails these rocks are telling people to go up.

I think they’re for the birds.

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

Tags: cairn, Hiking, Pets, Rocks, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Trail

Who is my Neighbor?

08 Sep

What are you telling me person? Someone gave Jesus a test?

Did He pass with flying colors, or did He just get a B or a C?

I’ll listen, but first I want to know what grade Jesus got?

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An expert in the law stood up to test Jesus and asked, “Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

Jesus asked the man what is written in the Law and the man answered “’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”

“You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”

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Wait a minute. Who did you say was giving the test?

I’m listening.

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Then the man asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

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If I’m his neighbor then he has to give me loves – and treats.

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Jesus replied by telling a story.

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I thought this already was a story.

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Jesus said, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead.”

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Can you hold the story, person? I’ve got to go after those robbers and give them what for.

Okay, I’ll listen.

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“A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side.”

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Did anybody tell those people that they’re walking on the wrong side of the road? Somebody might come and run them over.

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“But a Samaritan, as he travelled, came to where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him.”

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Weren’t the Samaritans those people that everybody hated?

Yeah, I thought so.

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“The Samaritan went to the man and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine.”

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I could have licked that man’s wounds. I bet that would have felt better than the wine.

Yes, I’m listening.

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“Then the Samaritan put the man on his donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’”

Then Jesus asked, “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

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I don’t think I’m ever going to give Jesus a test. He didn’t even take it – but he sure gave that other guy a test.

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The expert in the law replied to Jesus, “The one who had mercy on him was the neighbor.”

Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

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Can I go now? I’ve still got to give those robbers what for.

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Posted by Bongo on September 8, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Christianity, dogs, faith, God, Jericho, Jerusalem, Jesus, Parable of the Good Samaritan, Pets, Samaritan

Locked In

07 Sep

Oh no. I’m in trouble now.

But it’s not my fault.

My person left me home alone – and there was thunder.

Well, it was quiet thunder – but it was thunder just the same.

And I needed to find a way to hide from it – or escape it.

None of the escape routes worked. I’m locked in the house.

I tried dragging things out so I could hide under them – but that didn’t work.

Then I tried my younger person’s room. The door was shut but I pushed it open.

Maybe I can hide in his closet.

And then it happened.

The door to my younger person’s room closed, with me still inside.

I don’t know how it happened. It must have a mind of its own.

I’m not supposed to be in here.

My younger person gets really upset if I come into his room. Something about hair or something.

What do I do now? I can’t get out.

Somebody’s going to find me.

Oh dear. I hear my person coming into the house now.

Maybe if I’m real quiet…

She’s calling for me. I can’t let her know I’m in here.

Maybe she’ll get busy cleaning up the mess I made and forget to look for me.

I’ll stay real quiet and maybe she’ll think I’m over at my neighbor dog Toby’s house.

Oops. The door’s opening.

She found me.

Person, I have no idea how I got in here.

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Posted by Bongo on September 7, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Door, Pets, Thunder, trouble

Paw Print

06 Sep

I didn’t do it.

No, really I didn’t.

Some other dog beat me to it.

Some other dog put his paw print on that car.

I only do things like that when there’s somebody in a car that I want loves from.

And there’s nobody in that car.

So it wasn’t me.

I hope that other dog got some good loves.

Because it wasn’t me.

Person, maybe you’d better give me extra loves because I was a good dog.

I didn’t put my paw print on that car.

And I bet I missed out on some loves because of it.

I’ll take those loves now person.

Because if you don’t give them to me…

I might decide to put a paw print on your car.

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Posted by Bongo on September 6, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Automobile, loves, paw, Pets, print, Vehicle

Walking Without Me

05 Sep

I have a real complaint.

My person got a new camera.

And now she leaves me home alone once a week.

She says she has to learn how to use her new camera – so she’s taking a class.

Please don’t tell her that I go on walks with my neighbor dog Toby while she’s gone.

But that’s not really what my complaint is.

Now that my person is taking a class she says she has to do her homework.

I always thought homework was called that because you do it at home.

I think my person’s confused because she thinks she has to do her homework out on my trails.

And she doesn’t take me.

Person, I promise I won’t mess up your pictures.

I might yank on my leash a little, but the thing you’re taking a picture of is still there.

Just try again.

Oh, come on. It’s been a very long time since I’ve pulled you over because I wanted to get at a coyote.

I won’t wreck your camera.

But no – I can’t convince my person.

So now she takes two walks on my trails.

One with me.

And one to do her homework.

But here’s what’s really bad.

While my person was out on one of her homework walks…

she saw my girlfriend Layla.

And she left me at home.

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Posted by Bongo on September 5, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Camera, Homework, Pets, Photography, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, walk

Missed the Swimming Hole

04 Sep

Do you see that? Do you see it?

Right where I’m looking.

This is my wash here.

Normally it looks like this with no water in it.

You see where the grass is laying down?

Right there is a little trail that connects to the rest of my trails.

But the grass there is usually standing up tall.

That grass doesn’t normally lay down on the job.

And you know what that means?

It means that water came flowing down my wash and got so deep that it buried all that grass.

My wash turned into a regular swimming hole.

And I missed it.

I missed my chance to go swimming in my own wash.

By the time I got out here there was no water at all.

What, person? What are you trying to tell me?

What? When that water was here it was pouring down rain and thundering?

But that’s terrible!

How dare that rain and thunder be here at the same time as my swimming hole.

I bet that’s what chased my swimming hole away.

I mean, isn’t that kind of like raining on my parade?

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Posted by Bongo on September 4, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: dry wash, Pets, Swimming hole, Trail, Water

Street Mushroom

03 Sep

Strange things pop up here sometimes in the summer after it rains.

Can you see it?

Oh wait, I guess you’re just looking at me in the picture. I can’t blame you for that.

That strange thing is pretty little. It barely shows.

Is that better?

You see that little round thing next to my feet?

It’s a mushroom.

Here’s some more.

You’d never think mushrooms would grow in Arizona, but they do.

Little tiny ones grow on my trails when it’s warm and wet around here.

Our typical summer weather.

But this year I found something even more special.

This wasn’t on my trails at all.

I found it right by the street. Right near my house.

It’s way bigger than all those little mushrooms I found on my trails.

Well, except for a few I found last year – but only in one spot.

This has got to be a brand new species – one that nobody has ever found before.

So here it is.

And since I found it I’m the one that gets to name it.

This is hard. What should I call it?

Oh I know.

I found it on my street so I’m going to call it Street Mushroom.

I bet there’s no other mushroom with a name like that.

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Posted by Bongo on September 3, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Arizona, Mushroom, Pets, Trail

Cat Mischief

02 Sep

Some people think it’s really cool living with a cat.

That’s because they have no idea what their cat is thinking.

Cats look so innocent and sweet. But deep down inside they are plotting how they can get you.

And when they do something mischievous they purr and rub against you and pretend to be ever so innocent.

And the dog always gets blamed.

You wouldn’t believe how many times I get blamed for things that Scratchy does.

I don’t know why everybody looks to me first.

I’m such a perfect dog. I don’t do anything wrong.

It’s always the cat.

I just wish my people would realize that.

When there’s garbage on the floor – it was the cat.

When the covers are messed up on the bed – it was the cat.

When my hair is all over the furniture that I’m not supposed to be on – it was because Scratchy rubbed up against me and put my hair there.

But finally, I’ve caught Scratchy in the act.

He was up to mischief and no way can he deny it.

And I kind of blame my person for this too.

She put food in my dish before I came back in the house.

I can’t help it if there were some new smells outside that I had to check out.

That’s my job, isn’t it? Making sure the yard is safe from anything causing strange odors.

So anyway, when I did come in I caught Scratchy in the act.

And it’s sure good I caught him when I did.

If I’d been a little later I might not have been able to write any more blog posts –

because I would have starved to death.

Don’t ever live with a cat.

P.S. I have some blogging cat friends and they’re okay. They never eat my food.

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

Tags: Cat, Cats and Dogs, dog food, mischief, Pets, Scratchy

Stomping on Snakes

01 Sep

Wait a minute. Last week you told me a story about Jesus healing that blind man, and now you’re telling me He sent His disciples away?

What do you mean, a training mission?

Well, if Jesus is training His disciples, I should get trained too. I’m going with them.

I don’t need to listen to the story. I’ll find it out from those disciples when I follow them.

Okay, I’ll listen.

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Jesus appointed seventy-two disciples and sent them two by two ahead of Him to every town and place where He was about to go.

He told them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into His harvest field. Go! I am sending you out like lambs among wolves. Do not take a purse or bag or sandals; and do not greet anyone on the road.”

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Those disciples need a guard dog to protect them from those wolves. I’d better go for sure.

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Jesus told the disciples to stay in the first house they enter if a man of peace is there, and not to move around from house to house. He also said, “When you enter a town and are welcomed, eat what is set before you. Heal the sick who are there and tell them, ‘The kingdom of God is near you.’”

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Wait! They got free food and then they got to do miracles too?

I’m going on this trip for sure.

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Then Jesus said to them, “When you enter a town and are not welcomed, go into its streets and say, ‘Even the dust of your town that sticks to our feet we wipe off against you. Yet be sure of this: The kingdom of God is near.’”

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I like kicking up dust. That sounds like fun.

I am listening.

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When the seventy-two disciples returned they were full of joy and said, “Lord, even the demons submit to us in your name.”

Jesus said, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven. I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.”

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I think I’m going to go out and get me a few snakes and scorpions right now.

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“However,” Jesus said, “do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”

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Snakes and scorpions, watch out! I’m going to trample on you and then I’m going to escape to heaven where you can’t touch me – ‘cause my name’s written there.

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Posted by Bongo on September 1, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Bible, Christianity, dogs, faith, Jesus, Kingdom of God, Pets, Religion and Spirituality, Seventy disciples