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Yeshua is Born

Yeshua (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay person, in the last Bible story you told me you said Moses climbed a mountain and died, and Joshua took over. But you weren’t going to tell me any stories about Joshua right now because there’s someone else you want to tell me about who has the same name, but different.

Okay, I’m waiting. Who is this person with the same name – but different?

His name is what? Yeshua? That’s a strange name. I’ve never heard of a name like that before.

And Joshua had a name like it? Wait a minute. Joshua’s name is Joshua.

Person, you are really confusing. Okay, I’ll listen.

Yeshua is a shortened version of Joshua’s Hebrew name Yehoshua? Joshua was sometimes called Yeshua. How come Joshua has so many names?

Because his Hebrew name is translated to his English name when the Bible is translated into English? Okay person, what would his name be in Doglish?

I am listening.

This story is about Yeshua, who was born in Bethlehem to Mary and Joseph, and laid in a manger because there was no room at the inn.

Wait a minute person. You told me this story last year. But it was about Jesus. There can’t be two babies who hung out in mangers.

They were the same baby? Now I’m really confused.

Yeshua is Jesus’ Hebrew name. Then how come we don’t call him Joshua like that other guy.

Because Jesus’ name was translated into Greek first (part of the Bible was written in Greek?) and then into English, so it became Jesus instead of Joshua.

Oh dog, that’s all Greek to me. What would his name be if it was translated again into Doglish?

The name Yeshua means Salvation? I know what it would be in Doglish then.

Dinner.

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Posted by Bongo on December 16, 2012 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Bethlehem, Bible, Christianity, Christmas, dogs, Jesus, Joshua, Pets, Yehoshua, Yeshua

Missing Trails

15 Dec

Something is strange here. There are no cars in the parking lot of my trails. This worries me. Yesterday there was a travelling Trails sign here in the parking lot and it’s gone. I think my fears have come true. Everybody followed that sign and now they’re walking on different trails. There’s nobody left here to give me loves. This is terrible!

Well, I’m going to go out on my trails anyway – sign or no sign. After all, they’re still my trails even if nobody else is on them.

At least, I think they’re my trails. Everything looks different today.

What happened to all the dust on my trails? It’s not here anymore. It’s vanished.

And look at this! My trails are leaking water. I don’t remember seeing water on my trails. Where’s all this water coming from? Is somebody crying? They must be very sad.

Look at this big wet spot – right in the middle of my trail. It’s cold too. Where did this come from? I don’t think this is my trail at all. Did my trails leave with that travelling sign? What am I going to do without my trails?

There’s something else missing. Where’s the blue sky? My sky is always blue. What happened to it?

Is there something strange about Thunder Mountain? Look, the color is missing on top. It looks like someone took a giant eraser and erased the color. Now it’s all white up there.

What am I going to do? What if that eraser comes down and starts erasing everything? It might even erase me!

Yikes! I’d better get out of here.

Hey, look down there. Is that what I think I see?

It’s my puddle! You’re back, puddle! I think I finally figured out why my puddle leaves.

My puddle is shy. My puddle doesn’t like it when there are lots of people and dogs around.

Puddle, I think you’d better be careful though. A giant eraser is after us. If you’re not careful you might be disappearing again before you’re ready.

I’m on my way now.

Look at this! Somebody else has been here. There’s been a dog on my trails but he’s not here anymore.

I think that eraser got him.

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Posted by Bongo on December 15, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Hiking, Parking lot, Pets, Photography, Puddle, Rain, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Thunder Mountain, Trail

Travelling Trails Sign

14 Dec

I was heading out to my trails minding my own business, when all of a sudden I stopped in my tracks. Something new had appeared. A travelling sign pointing people to my trails.

This is good. This will make it easier for people to find my trails. And that means more people on my trails to give me loves.

But, wait a minute! There’s something wrong with this picture. This is a travelling Trails sign. Won’t that confuse people?

People will see the sign that points to my trails, but when they come back again the sign might be gone, and the people will think my trails have disappeared.

How terrible!

People will go somewhere else, trying to find that Trails sign again. And there won’t be any people on my trails to give me loves.

And when that sign points to different trails, some other dog will be getting all the loves.

***

I’ve got an idea.

I’d better make sure the people with this travelling Trails sign aren’t looking though.

The coast is clear. I don’t see anyone coming.

Quick, does anyone have a tow truck?

If I tow away the travelling part, the sign will stay here forever.

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Posted by Bongo on December 14, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Custom License Plate, Hiking, loves, Pets, Trail, Trails Sign

In the Trunk

13 Dec

Today when my person and I got back from our walk my neighbor dog Toby and one of his people were out in their yard. Well, of course I had to go over and see them.

But when we got there I found something even more interesting. So I ignored Toby – well I did give him a little sniff first – and brushed by Toby’s person, and headed for the open trunk.

I’m a sucker for any open car door, but I’ve never tried a trunk before. I wonder how it works, riding in a trunk.

Hmmm. Something in here smells pretty good.

I’m not sure how this is going to work though – riding back here. I don’t seem to be able to look out the window. Maybe there’s a way to get a better view.

Oh, wait a minute. I just figured out what a trunk is for. It’s not for riding in at all.

Now that I’m in the trunk I’m at the perfect height.

My neighbor can give me loves and he doesn’t have to bend over at all.

Somebody sure was smart when they invented the trunk.

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Posted by Bongo on December 13, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: loves, neighbor, Pets, Toby, trunk

Not Coming In!

12 Dec

I am not coming in! Don’t you get it person? It’s too nice to stay in the house all day.

The weather has finally gotten absolutely perfect for my trail walks. It’s still sunny outside and it’s cooled way down from the summer. I feel like I have a spring in my step and I could walk for a long time.

There are so many adventures to be had outside. In the house all I have is Scratchy and he won’t play with me.

See. I told you he wouldn’t play with me.

So on days like this when my person wants to go back in the house, I dig in.

Sometimes it works – but usually I have no luck. Maybe if we had some nice, mucky mud I could get stuck in it so hard my person couldn’t pull me out.

But wait a minute. If we had mud I’d be running into the house, because that means it’s raining – and probably cold.

I think it’s time for my Inventor Dog hat to come on. I’ve got to figure out a way to make rainless mud.

Any ideas? I can only think of one, and I’m not sure I want to dig my feet into that.

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Posted by Bongo on December 12, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Cats and Dogs, Pets, Trail, walk

Little Black Bags

11 Dec

Detective Dog here – and I’ve got another mystery to solve.

I’ve noticed something when I’ve been out on my trails. Little black bags.

I see them everywhere. Like this one in plain sight.

Look at this one. Somebody left it on the side of the trail.

And this one’s hiding in the middle of some bushes. Well, it’s not really hiding. Maybe if it was summer they would have been able to conceal this here.

So now I have the evidence. Three little black bags in three days.

And the funny thing is these bags are always missing the next time I come by. Well, most of the time they’re missing. I guess sometimes somebody forgets one.

So now I’ve got to figure out what these little black bags are for. And why are they getting left on my trails?

Maybe they’re munchies in case somebody gets really hungry while they’re on my trails.

But that can’t be it. If they were munchies I’d be eating them and I don’t see anything attractive about these little black bags.

So I’ll have to look for some more clues.

What do they have in common – besides being little, and black, and bags?

I’ve got it. Flies! They all have flies buzzing around them. I wonder why.

***

Excuse me a minute – I’ve got to take a break.

***

Hey person, what are you doing with that little black bag? It looks a lot like the ones I’ve been investigating.

What are you doing, person? Don’t put that in the little black bag. I left that there for a reason.

Now you’re getting me upset and it’s messing up my whole investigation.

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Posted by Bongo on December 11, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: bags, Hiking, Pets, Trail

Peanut Butter Jar

10 Dec

I can’t believe it. I’ve been so good because I know Santa is coming soon, but everyone else around here seems to be getting into mischief.

This time it’s a peanut butter jar.

I don’t know what got into that peanut butter jar – well, besides peanut butter that is.

My person left the house and I innocently checked the sink to see if there were any dishes that needed to be cleaned out. I thought I’d help my person out by washing some dishes for her.

I found this peanut butter jar in the sink and it really needed cleaning out. There was still a layer of peanut butter all over the inside of the jar. It was kind of hard standing over the sink to clean it so I took it out and into the next room where there’s a soft carpet and I could really work on cleaning that thing.

I was doing a great job with the cleanup when that jar started pulling its mischief.

You see, that jar kept some of the peanut butter where I couldn’t reach it. I tried everything – chewing on the jar, squashing it, stretching my tongue out really long – but nothing I could do would convince that jar to give up its peanut butter.

My person got mad at me when she came home, but it wasn’t my fault I didn’t get the jar all clean. If that mischievous jar hadn’t kept that peanut butter in a spot where I couldn’t get it, I would have been able to do a really great job.

But somehow I’m always the one that gets blamed.

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Posted by Bongo on December 10, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: mischief, Peanut butter, peanut butter jar, Pets

Climbing the Mountain

09 Dec

Moses shown the Promised Land (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hey person, you’ve been telling me a lot of stories about Moses. Isn’t he getting kind of old by now?

No way! Moses was one hundred twenty years old? How old is that in dog years?

You just don’t want to do the math, do you?

I’m listening.

After Moses lifted up that bronze snake that healed the people who looked at it, he led the Israelites in a few more battles against nations that had come against them.

Did he give them what for?

I am listening. But did Moses give those nations what for?

Woo woo! My person says he did give them what for. But then God told Moses what? That he would be gathered to his people? What does that mean?

Oh. God told Moses he was going to die. That wasn’t a very nice thing to say to Moses.

Okay, I’ll listen but this is getting sad.

Moses appointed Joshua son of Nun to take his place as leader and lead the people into the Promised Land.

Then God told Moses to climb to the top of Mount Nebo where he could see all of the Promised Land. He told Moses that he would die on top of the mountain and be gathered to his people.

Why didn’t Moses just not climb the mountain then?

Moses was obedient to God? I’m not always obedient to you person. You aren’t going to make me climb up a mountain are you? I’m not going.

God told Moses he couldn’t go into the Promised Land because he had not upheld God’s holiness among the Israelites at the waters of Meribah Kadesh in the desert of Zin. That was when Moses struck the rock instead of speaking to it like God had told him to do.

I guess Moses didn’t want to disobey God twice, but that would be pretty scary climbing up that mountain.

After Moses saw the Promised Land from the top of the mountain he died. God buried him in Moab, in the valley opposite Beth Peor, but nobody knows where the grave is.

And Joshua took over as leader of Israel and the Israelites had some awesome adventures.

I’m sticking with Joshua and maybe get to watch some walls fall over. I heard that Jericho doesn’t have a chance.

What? Oh yeah, it’s almost Christmas. It’s hard to remember that when we have sunshine instead of snow. What does that have to do with Joshua?

You mean I have to wait to hear stories about Joshua? That’s okay. I can’t wait for my treats and toys. I’ll have lots of stories about my new presents.

What do you mean, Christmas isn’t about snow, treats, or toys? What else is there?

Now I’m totally confused. You mean Christmas is about someone who had the same name as Joshua, but it was different? I don’t get it.

Oh, in English – you mean Doglish I’m sure – the names are different but they mean the same thing. I’m still confused.

You’re going to make me wait to find out? This is almost as hard as waiting for my presents.

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Posted by Bongo on December 9, 2012 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

Tags: Bible, Christianity, Christmas, faith, God, Israelite, Joshua, Moses, Mount Nebo, Pets

The Package Person

08 Dec

Today was a really good day. It was warm and sunny and I was lounging around in the sunny spot when I heard someone coming to the door.

I recognized the sound. Sometimes I hear her coming to the door when my person’s not home. All I can do is peak out the window (don’t tell my person because I have to get up on the couch to do that – but it’s not my fault it’s in the way) and maybe bark a time or two. Then when my person comes home she finds a package sitting at the door.

But this time my person was home and she opened the door when my friend came up to it. Well, guess what. It seems my person and this package person know each other. They used to hang out together at this place called “work.”

And this package person (my person says she’s our mail carrier) is really cool because she likes to give me loves. Loves and packages.

I wonder what’s in that package she brought me. Maybe treats – or a new squeaky toy.

What, person? What do you mean that package isn’t for me? What do you mean it’s something you ordered for my younger person?

Then I think you’d better get on your computer right now and order me some packages. But make sure the delivery is spread out so I get a new one every day. And make sure you’re home when they come so I get my loves too.

Woo woo! Packages and loves every single day. What more could any dog want?

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Posted by Bongo on December 8, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: loves, Mail carrier, package, Pets

The Aliens Have Landed

07 Dec

Sedona, where I live is well known for aliens and for UFO sightings. Personally, I’ve never seen an alien or a UFO. I guess they don’t hang out on my trails.

But this time the evidence is clear. There is no doubt about it. The aliens left one of their UFOs behind. They just parked it and left it. It’s been hanging around for days now.

I’m not sure where the aliens went though. Maybe they went on one of those Pink Jeep Tours. Or maybe they went on a helicopter ride because their spaceship couldn’t swoop down those canyons the way a helicopter can.

What if they went on a hike and got lost? I could go sniffing them out – but what does an alien smell like? I guess I could sniff until I smell something I don’t recognize. That would be the aliens.

Whatever they’re doing, I guess they’ve been doing it for too long because my person told me their spaceship collapsed.

This could be really serious because that means those aliens are living here now. And if I ever run across them I’m going to have to teach them a few lessons.

The first lesson is that every dog you meet must be given treats.

The second lesson is – oh, I forgot. Just repeat the first lesson over and over again.