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Missing Birds

Normally when I go out on my trails I hear lots of birds chirping or making whatever birdie sound they feel like making. And if I look up into the trees I can usually see birds flitting around in there.

But not today. The birds were quiet, but it certainly wasn’t quiet on my trails.

There was howling, and whistling, and blowing, and my ears got pressed down tight to my head. The clouds overhead were moving so fast I’m surprised there were any left in the sky.

I finally heard one bird overhead, but it went by so fast that I think the wind had grabbed it and was taking it wherever it is that wind goes.

It must have taken all the other birds already.

I was determined that the wind wasn’t going to take me away, so I led my person down into the wash where the wind had trouble getting to us.

And guess what. Some of the birds had the same idea. At least the ones that the wind hadn’t grabbed and taken away yet.

Birds were chirping down in that wash, and a raven was even toughing it out overhead.

Guess I know where I’m heading if I ever want to go bird hunting on a windy day.

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

Tags: Bird, dry wash, Pets, Trail, wind

You’d Choose Me

14 Feb

I haven’t seen one of those on my trails since the Sedona Plein Air Festival. An artist!

And not only an artist, but a really cool artist. One that gives loves to dogs.

And she came a very long way to give me loves too. All the way from Canada.

That really makes her special. I don’t know many people who would come from Canada to give me loves – let alone artists.

What, person?

What do you mean, she didn’t come to see me? Of course she did.

What red rocks?

Oh, those. Why would anybody want to paint those?

Yeah, I know there’s a picture of the red rocks that you painted hanging in our living room.

Yeah, I know you take pictures of those red rocks and post them on my blog sometimes.

But you’re here already. And you just can’t leave your camera at home. And besides, I’m here so you don’t have to travel anywhere to give me loves.

So let me ask you this, person. If you could travel anywhere in the world, and you had a choice of either going to a place where you could paint red rocks, or to the place I was so you could give me loves you’d choose me, right? Yup, I knew it.

Well, don’t you think most people would choose me over red rocks? That artist is just extra lucky because she didn’t have to decide.

P.S. I wasn’t making this artist thing up. You can see her website here.

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

Tags: artist, Canada, loves, Pets, Plein Air, red rocks, Sedona Arizona

Could I Just Have My Treats?

13 Feb

I was really excited today when my person went out to the car and then came back for me. She didn’t even have to tell me. I jumped right in.

I’m not sure why she won’t let me in the front seat when she’s driving, but at least the ride wasn’t long.

We got out at the vet. I love going to the vet. Treats and loves. That’s what I get.

I made a new friend when I got inside. A poodle. He greeted me at the door.

And then one of my people friends came to get me.

She checked me over and then left the room. I stood patiently looking at the door and wagging my tail, waiting for her to come back so I could get my treats and loves.

But they were holding off on those treats today, and picking at me instead.

I tried to get my person to make them stop and give me my treats, but she seemed helpless to do anything.

I don’t know what they were finding so interesting in my hair.

If they wanted a souvenir so bad they could have just cut a hunk of hair off. I wouldn’t mind. But please give me my treats and loves.

This wasn’t quite the kind of loves I had in mind.

They found what? Little bugs attached to me? Tics? Do they taste good?

I’ll settle for my treats then.

Oh yeah? I might have given bugs to Scratchy? I bet I did because I kissed him this morning.

Make sure you tell Scratchy I made an appointment for him so he could get picked at too. And no treats for you Scratchy because you don’t like going to the vet.

That’s what you get Scratchy, for walking away in the middle of a kiss.

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

Tags: Cats and Dogs, Pets, Scratchy, tics, Treats, veterinarian

Where is Nemo?

12 Feb

Some of my friends in the eastern part of the States have had a visit by someone called Nemo. Nemo seems to like snow because he brought a lot of that with him. The people there are buried in snow, but some of my dog friends are having a great time playing in it.

I thought it would be fun to have some of that snow to play in, so I went out to see if Nemo had stopped by here.

I think maybe Nemo shook his head this direction because a lot of white flakes landed on top of me. They kind of look like dandruff. I think maybe Nemo needs to use a new shampoo.

Nemo, you might want to try some of mine. It works pretty good.

I figured Nemo was getting pretty close if he could shake his head and have stuff land here so I went looking, but I didn’t have much luck.

Nemo, are you hiding in this tree? I think you left something behind.

Wait a minute. I think I found something.

No this doesn’t look like it came from Nemo either. Maybe from one of his little brothers. A very tiny little brother.

This is no good. I’m very jealous of my doggie friends that have all that snow to play in while I’m having no luck.

What, person?

I’m lucky I can’t find Nemo? Why would you say that?

If anybody out there sees Nemo, could you tell him to stop by and see me, and bring some of his snow? And not just what he shakes out of his head either.

I mean it. I’m really serious about finding Nemo.

P.S. My person and I send our prayers to everyone who is digging their way out of the storm.

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

Tags: Finding Nemo, Nemo, Pets, snow, Winter storm

The Great Escape

11 Feb

Since I moved to my forever home I’ve been finding some great ways to escape. I shared a couple of those with you last week. Unfortunately, my person caught on to my tricks and I wasn’t able to use them anymore.

Then I came upon the ultimate escape trick – and it all happened by accident. If we’ve been friends for awhile you probably know that I am deathly afraid of thunder. Well, one day some of my person’s family were here visiting and they left me in the backyard – and it started to thunder.

I wanted to get far away from that thunder but I was stuck in the yard. I was desperate and willing to try anything. So I gave a run for, and I jumped. I was able to grab on to the top of the fence and pull myself over. I was free!

And since I knew I could do that now I started doing it sometimes just for fun. If I got bored, I jumped. Even a couple times when I was hanging out in the yard with my person. She was just sitting around, pulling out all my treats weeds. So I decided to give her some exercise – and over I went.

***

Person, I don’t want to tell them that?

What do you mean you won’t type this up for me if I don’t?

Okay. One time when I jumped the fence my person caught me before I got over, but all she could get hold of was my back leg. And I couldn’t pull myself over the fence because she was holding on to my leg. So we were in limbo. No way was I going to get off the fence and let my person win, and she wouldn’t let go of my leg. But I made one mistake in my calculations. I jumped onto the part of the fence that opens.

My person opened that gate, got in front of me, and pushed me backwards. No fair!

But there are no pictures of this so my person can’t prove it’s true.

Now my person won’t let me stay in the yard by myself, and if it’s thundering she won’t even let me outside without a leash on.

I’ve got to come up with a new escape plan.

Any ideas, anybody?

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

Tags: escape, fence, jumping the fence, Pets

The Nobleman’s Son

10 Feb

Jesus Christ in Capernaum (study) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Jesus went back to where? To Cana? Isn’t that where he turned that water into wine?

Oh no, I’m feeling tipsy already. Can’t Jesus just make some fish juice for me?

Yes, I’ll listen. As soon as you start telling the story.

***

There was a nobleman whose son lay sick and near death in Capernaum. When he heard that Jesus had returned to Galilee from Judea he went and begged Jesus to come and heal his son.

***

Did that nobleman bring a fancy car for Jesus to ride in? Or maybe an airplane?

Oh yeah, I remember you told me they didn’t have cars then. You mean they didn’t have airplanes either?

Yes, I’ll listen.

***

Jesus said to the man, “Unless you people see miraculous signs and wonders you will never believe.”

The nobleman asked Jesus to come before his son died.

***

How long would it take Jesus to walk there?

It was about twenty miles? That’s a long ways. I sure hope that man’s son hangs on. They really should have had an airplane.

I am listening.

***

Jesus told the man that he could go and his son would live. The man took Jesus at his word and left.

***

That man was pretty trusting. How could Jesus know what would happen twenty miles away?

I’ll listen. Just keep telling the story.

***

While the man was still on his way home his servants met him and told him his son was living. When the nobleman asked what time his son got better he learned that it was at the same time that Jesus had said to him, “Your son will live.” So the nobleman and his entire household believed in Jesus.

***

So if Jesus is performing miracles for all these people do you think he will do one for me? I’m still waiting for some fish.

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

Tags: Bible, Cana, Capernaum, Christianity, dogs, faith, Galilee, Jesus, Pets, Religion and Spirituality

Out the Front Door

09 Feb

After those extra fence posts that I told you about yesterday were put up in my yard, I had to find another way to escape.

This time I made my move right out the front door. But I couldn’t do this just any old time. Front doors are hard and not possible for a dog to bust down. Even Super Dog can’t do it.

So I have to wait until my person opens the door.

When my person is walking out the door and I’m in the house her back is to me, and she doesn’t have a clue what I’m up to.

So now’s my chance. Quick, run right past her and out the door as fast as I can and out of her reach.

Then comes the fun part.

I have to stay just far enough away from my person so she can’t catch me. Twenty feet is usually good.

Then when my person starts getting close I move another twenty feet away.

Most of the time I let her catch me after we’ve gone around the block. But I have gone up on my trails and made my person hike after me.

Unfortunately, my person caught on to this trick too. Now she walks out the door backwards so she can keep an eye on me. Maybe she’ll trip and I can get out anyway.

And she sometimes joins forces with my younger person when he’s around. Especially when there’s thunder and I really want out the door.

Oh the life of a dog. It’s so hard to keep one step ahead of my people. Time to come up with something new.

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

Tags: Door, escape, escape dog, Pets

My First Escape

08 Feb

When my people decided to get a dog they had their back yard fenced in. The neighbors already had fences on two sides of the yard but one of the fences had a big gap at the bottom. Big enough for a dog to get through easily. So my people put in a little fence to cover the gap and fenced in the rest of the yard. Then they came and found me and brought me home.

My people figured it was safe on nice days to leave me outside while they went off and did whatever it was they were going to do. But I didn’t like it one little bit. I just got a home with people to give me loves and toss balls for me to catch – and now they’re leaving me.

I felt caged and alone in that yard. So I did some exploring. And I found out I wasn’t as caged in as I first thought I was.

I found a neighbor to hang out with and she was really nice. But I learned that she was up to no good. Next thing I know, here comes my person driving up the street. My nice neighbor had called my person at work and let her know I had escaped.

It took awhile for my person to discover my trick. I let her think that I could just disappear and reappear on the other side of the fence. But one time I didn’t wait long enough and she caught me in the act.

Busted!

Now there are some extra fence posts in the corner where I was able to squeeze through before.

I keep telling my person they look really ugly there and she should take them down.

But she won’t listen to me.

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Posted by Bongo on February 8, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: escape, fence, Pets

Ornament Cat

07 Feb

Yesterday I had so much fun telling you about my first Gotcha Day that I thought I’d tell you some more old stories.

I ended yesterday’s story with the cat ornament that my people kept on top of the kitchen cabinets. That ornament was up there for a long time after my people brought me home. I don’t know much about how long time is, but my person says that ornament was up there for ten months.

It was so long that I forgot about it even being there. My person said it would sometimes come down to eat or do its business, but I never saw it come down.

Then one day that cat got tired of hanging around up there and decided to come down in broad daylight. And it turned out it wasn’t an ornament at all.

I got to meet Scratchy, the cat who lives at my house. I was really excited because now I had someone new to play with.

But Scratchy didn’t want to play with me.

I tried everything.

I even learned about cat claws. They hurt.

Scratchy became the bane of my existence.

And all I wanted to do was play.

Maybe we could put Scratchy back on top of those cabinets and get a more playful floor cat.

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

Tags: Cat, Cats and Dogs, Pets, Scratchy

Happy Gotcha Day to Me!

06 Feb

Today’s my Gotcha Day! I’m so excited!

For any of my friends who don’t know what a gotcha day is, it’s for those of us who don’t know when our real birthdays are. It’s the day our people gave us our forever home.

It seems like a long time ago for me. Seven years. Do you believe it? Last year I posted a poem for my Gotcha Day so this year I thought maybe I should tell you a little bit about what happened.

I was out running and having a great time when someone picked me up and took me to this place with a lot of other dogs and put me in a little tiny caged area. I didn’t like that tiny area at all and every time someone walked by I jumped up and down in order to get their attention. Finally I guess I was at that place long enough or jumped high enough because I got promoted to a bigger caged area. And I had that area to myself. I didn’t have to share it with any other dogs.

People would walk by me and I’d bring them a ball and hope they’d throw it back so I could catch it. One day a lady and a boy came by and I had great fun playing catch with them, but like everyone else that came by they walked away and left me. A few people came by every day, like the ones who fed me and the ones who took me for walks, but lots of people came by once and then I never saw them again. Or even worse, they’d come back and ignore me and take another dog away with them.

So when I saw this lady and boy again the next day I figured they were coming to see some other dog. I couldn’t believe it when someone put a leash on me and handed it to those people. And they put me in their car and took me home with them.

I was kind of scared at first, but eventually I got used to how things were in my new forever home, and I started making a few rules of my own.

But there was one thing I couldn’t figure out for a long time. My new people, my person and younger person, had this cat ornament that they kept on top of the kitchen cabinets. That ornament moved around. Sometimes it was on one cabinet and then it would move to another one. But it never came down; at least that I could see.