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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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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.

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.

My people were gone for a long time and when they came home they said the Internet had gone down. I don’t know what that means. My person said she couldn’t check her email or Facebook and my younger person couldn’t work on the research for a paper he needed to write. All that didn’t really mean much to me, but then my person said something else.

She said that I wouldn’t be able to read any comments from my dog blogging friends, and I couldn’t answer any. Now that hurts. What is this Internet thing anyway? When it goes down you mean I won’t hear from Bassa or Rumpy or Bones? What about Lola, or my friend who shares my name – the other Bongo? You don’t mean I can’t talk to the 2 Brown Dawgs, or the Iowa Dogs, or my friends Amy, Mumsy, and Deannamelanie and all their animals? And what about Wonderbutt? Oh man, this really hurts. And I’ve got lots other friends too. Too many to mention them all. Whatever this Internet thing is, I sure hope it gets up soon. Is there such a thing as an Internet alarm clock?

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