Today is the day.
It’s officially hot now.
And you know what that means?
Time to sleep on the tile.
It’s not quite as cozy as my bed, or the carpet.
But it sure is cooler.
So this is my spot for the summer.
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Hey person, you don’t have to show the whole world that I’m sleeping in the bathroom.
My person came home with a very interesting smell on her jeans today.
It was almost as good as the smells I find on my trails.
But something’s wrong.
Those messages on my trails are left by my friends.
I recognize them by their smells.
But this was no regular message on my person.
And I didn’t recognize the smell.
Some stranger rubbed his scent all over my person.
This is bad – really bad.
How could my person let some strange dog claim her?
She should have told that dog to back off.
She’s already owned by a dog.
How could my person be so unfaithful?
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I had a pretty good idea what this dog looked like by the smell he put out, but just to make sure I grabbed my person’s camera.
She takes pictures of everything and usually it’s a pain, but sometimes it comes in handy.
And I was right.
There it was. A picture of that other dog.
The one that tried to steal my person away.
Hey, how come my person didn’t bring a puppy home for me?
There are a lot of quail living on my trails, but I don’t see them all that often.
Most of the time they’re hiding in the bushes.
If I didn’t smell them I wouldn’t even know they were there, except that they give themselves away.
When my person and I come anywhere near where they’re hiding they scurry off.
If they’d stayed where they were we’d never see them, but we usually get a glimpse of them before they’ve hidden themselves in some more bushes.
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But this time of year there are some lonely male quails who hang out in plain sight and make lots of noise so everybody knows they’re there.
This fence is near the beginning of my trails, before the houses end and the wild things begin.
I guess that quail thought it was a good place to look for a girlfriend.
Posing will get you everywhere.
Believe me, I know.
I hope those girls come by and notice soon.
If that guy finds a girlfriend maybe things will quiet down on my trails.
Hey, wait a minute!
That quail decided I was right about my trails being too noisy…
So he moved into the tree in my front yard?
No Mr. Quail, that’s not what I meant.
Does anybody have any earplugs?
They’re everywhere this year.
Spots of magenta peeking out from the browns and greens of my trails.
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It’s kind of like an Easter egg hunt.
Little spots of color popping up when you least expect it.
But I’m going to have to practice my photobombing.
Because my person has to get her camera out every time we pass one of those things.
I don’t know what she sees in those things.
They don’t even smell good.
And none of my friends leave messages on them.
That could be disastrous.
All I can hope for is that their blooming season is over very soon.
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Wait! What?
This is terrible!
The hedgehogs are still in full bloom and the prickly pear are already starting up?
What am I going to do?
Two kinds of cacti blooming at the same time.
I think I’ve got a lot of boring walks to look forward to.
Time for another photobomb.
Woo woo!
I got a special message on my blog yesterday.
It’s a lot of adventures shared, and a lot of friends made.
My person says a lot of hours spent on the computer too.
She always complains, but better her than me.
So I guess I should share my message with you.
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1,000 Posts!
Congratulations on writing 1,000 total posts on bongodogblog.
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Can you imagine?
One thousand adventures shared on my blog!
In the same amount of days.
But here’s something even cooler.
Some of my longest time blogging friends, Love Bug and her mumma, and their dogs Bella and Beary over at Bumpy Road to Bubba got their 1000 post message too.
On the very same day!
How awesome to share this special milestone with friends.
I think I’ll send them all some big, slobbery kisses to celebrate.
I hope Love Bug sends me back some little girl loves.
I just love little girl loves.
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My person thought I should share my most popular post with you but I don’t want to.
It’s that dumb dead mouse again.
One of the first posts I ever wrote.
It’s always that dumb dead mouse.
It’s not even about me, but people keep finding it because of the picture my person drew.
If only she’d taken a picture of that mouse I wouldn’t have this problem
Or maybe if she drew a few pictures of me.
I’m sure people would like me better than a mouse.
And a dead one at that.
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Well, I’m off to have some more adventures now.
Otherwise, how am I going to write the next thousand posts.
Click here to find more mischievous pets.
Where are they?
Where are they?
I know they’re around here somewhere.
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Maybe under here.
They must be somewhere else.
I’ll find those cats.
You know what those cats did to me?
They tied me up in dog jail.
And I was stuck there all day.
All day!
I’ll get those cats if it’s the last thing I do.
And when I find them I’m giving them what for.
They deserve every bit of it.
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Those cats are nowhere to be found.
Guess I’ll take a break.
I don’t believe it.
Normally I can’t get rid of those cats.
But now that I want to find them they don’t seem to be anywhere.
I’d better get some help.
Hey person, I’m worried about those cats.
We’d better track them down.
“Hey Scratchy, what are we going to do about Bongo?”
“He’s locked up in dog jail Gizmo. I don’t think we have to do anything.”
“But what if he gets out?”
“He won’t get out. He never has yet. He couldn’t even chew his way out during a thunderstorm.”
“I’ve got a friend visiting today. What if she opens the door and lets him out?”
“Oh, yeah you’re right Gizmo. What about this rope here?”
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“That rope’s too short to tie Bongo up with. But I’ve got a better idea.”
“Great idea Gizmo. That was brilliant.”
“He’ll never get out of that dog jail now, will he Scratchy?”
“Not a chance. And Bongo will finally realize that not everyone who comes here to visit is coming specifically for his benefit.”
“She’ll never be able to get Bongo out of there. She’ll probably give up before she even tries.”
“I’ll bet she won’t even notice that rope anyway because we both know she’s coming over here to see me.”
“Hey Bongo, are you having fun in there?”
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This blog post was brought to you by “the cats.”
Something great happened on my trails the other day.
I was walking along, minding my own business, on a part of my trails where hardly anybody else goes – when I saw her.
My girlfriend Layla.
I hadn’t seen Layla in a very long time.
Weeks, or maybe even months.
So I was really excited.
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Some of my dog friends don’t like to play much, but Layla loves to play.
We ran, and jumped, and had a great time.
But after awhile it was time to get serious.
I’m not sure if I wore Layla out, or she didn’t like that serious part because she left me.
Layla, come back!
I guess I’ve blown it again.
The only ones that seem to stick around are the cats.
My person has been glued to her computer lately.
So you’d think she’d be helping me more with my blog.
I mean, what other reason would there be for her to be on the computer?
But no, I’m not sure what she’s doing.
She hasn’t even helped me answer all my friends who’ve made comments on my blog in the last few days.
And now I’m way behind.
So I hope everybody will understand.
It’s not my fault.
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What, person?
You want to do what!?
No person, you can’t do that!
Listen to this.
A couple days ago I was innocently napping and a cat stole my blog.
Now my person wants to steal my blog.
And she’s not even going to wait till I’m asleep.
She wants to show you what she’s been doing while she’s been glued to the computer.
She says she’s been taking a Photoshop class (whatever that is) and she’s been working on her final project.
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I guess I might as well let her show it to you or I’ll never hear the end of it.
What!?
You’ve got two pictures?
Oh alright. Go ahead.
I hope she’s done now and I can have my blog back.
Scratchy, don’t you dare come near this computer!
There is a lot of prickly pear cactus on my trails.
Most of the time if you stay away from the cactus, it will stay away from you.
That’s how we get along, that cactus and I.
All winter that cactus sits around and doesn’t do much of anything – except maybe get eaten by javelina.
But in the spring the prickly pear has blossoms.
They’re not quite here yet.
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And it will be bad when they do come out because my person will stop and take all kinds of pictures of them.
Hey wait a minute!
The prickly pear around here don’t have pink blossoms.
What’s going on?
If I were a pink flower I would not be growing there.
They must be stuck.
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But back to the prickly pear.
In the fall they have fruit.
Big, red, juicy fruit.
Like pears with prickles.
But I found this one prickly pear that doesn’t seem to know what time of year it is.
Or maybe this prickly pear is trying to be my friend.
No flower pictures.
This one cut right to the fruit.
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