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Rock n Roll

Bongo by a broken rockHere I am reporting from a dry wash in the middle of my trails.

What? I’ve got to explain myself?

Oh. Dry wash.

Well, it’s dry – most of the time.

That’s why they call it a dry wash.

But sometimes when there’s a lot of rain the water washes through.

That’s why they call it a wash.

So here I am in the middle of this dry wash and I see something strange.

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A rock – a pretty big rock – broken in two.

Broken rock

It must have come rolling down the wash and hit this other rock hard.

But if this rock was tumbling down fast enough to hit that rock and break, then I don’t think the wash was dry.

There must have been water flowing through really fast.

Does that mean it was a wet wash?

I guess so.

But I’ve never heard anyone talk about a wet wash.

But there’s something else too.

A rock that hits hard enough to break would probably make a lot of noise.

Maybe a thunder-like noise.

And a dry wash turns into a wet wash when there’s a lot of rain.

And most of the time when there’s thunder there’s rain.

So maybe there’s no such thing as thunder.

It’s noisy rocks instead.

So now I’ve got a plan.

If I could get the City of Sedona to ban all rocks from being here and send them far away, then I’d be a happy dog.

I’m on my way to the Mayor’s office.

I’m sure he’ll think it’s a great idea.

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Note from Bongo’s Person: If you’re not familiar with Sedona, it’s famous for its rocks.

Close up of lit up red rocks

 
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Posted by on August 6, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Bag

Bongo checking out a black bagMy trails have been full of strange things lately.

Yesterday it was that tarantula.

Today, I saw something hanging out next to my trails and I had to go over and investigate.

It turned out to be a big, black bag.

A shopping bag.

Now I’ve got a new mystery on my paws.

Where are the stores on my trails?

I mean, if you’re going to go shopping there has to be a store to go shopping at.

Do you think somebody knows something about my trails that I don’t know?

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I’d better get on my Detective Dog hat.

Detective Dog

Who knows what kinds of stores I might find with a little investigation.

There might be treat stores.

Or toy stores.

I’d better dig further into this.

Maybe I’ll discover something if I check out this bag a little more thoroughly.

Notice I’m using some heavy duty detective words.

So what’s in this bag?

Mustard Seed Shopper bag

Mustard seed shopper?

You mean all you can use this bag for is to shop for mustard seeds?

What good are mustard seeds?

Oh yeah, isn’t there something about having faith like a mustard seed.

So maybe this bag is about having faith.

And I’ve got faith for sure.

I’ve got faith that I’m going to find those treat and toy stores.

 
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Posted by on August 5, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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I Don’t See It

Bongo looking for somethingPerson, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

I don’t see a thing.

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Bongo looking the other way

Is it over there?

I think you’re making something up.

I don’t even smell anything interesting.

That’s got to mean you’re making it up.

Bongo with a tarantula on the ground near him

There is nothing that’s about to crawl on me – or bite me, or anything else.

You are hopeless, person.

Why do you make things like this up?

You probably can’t think of anything to put in my blog post so you’re making things up instead.

If you’d just take me on longer walks we’d have all kinds of adventures.

I’d have to do extra posts to get all the adventures in.

But no, you’ve got to make things up instead.

There’s nothing here.

Tarantula

Oh!

Monday Mischief Pet Blog Hop

Click here to find more mischievous pets.

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Dragging Them Off

Saint Philip Healing the Cripple in Samaria Jacob Jordaens  (Flemish, Antwerp 1593–1678 Antwerp)Hey person, I’m still fuming from last week’s story.

I’m sad that Stephen was killed and I’m so mad at Saul because he let that happen.

Saul could have stopped it and he didn’t.

If I ever find him, I’m going to grab his clothes in my teeth and play tug-of-war with them.

You know how strong I am from when I play tug-of-war with you – except I don’t do it with your clothes.

I might get in trouble if I did that, huh?

Okay I’ll listen to the story, but if I get mad again I’m covering up my ears.

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On that day a great persecution broke out against the church at Jerusalem, and all except the apostles were scattered throughout Judea and Samaria.

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This is not good.

I think I’ll cover my ears now.

Okay, I’ll listen a little bit longer.

But if it’s bad I’m covering my ears.

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Godly men buried Stephen and mourned deeply for him. But Saul began to destroy the church. Going from house to house, he dragged off men and women and put them in prison.

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Okay, that’s it.

Saul and I have a date for a game of tug-of-war and I’m dragging him off.

And then I’m covering my ears.

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Those who had been scattered preached the word wherever they went.

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Hey wait a minute.

Isn’t that what Saul was trying to stop?

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Philip went down to a city in Samaria and proclaimed the Christ there. When the crowd heard Philip and saw the miraculous signs he did, they all paid close attention to what he said.

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Do you think Philip could do a miracle to get rid of Saul?

He won’t have to?

Why not?

Oh, I get it.

Someone else is going to take care of Saul.

Maybe even me.

Okay, I won’t cover my ears.

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With shrieks, evil spirits came out of many,…

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You make me leave my ears uncovered and then I hear shrieks.

Okay, I’m listening.

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…and many paralytics and cripples were healed. So there was great joy in that city.

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Hey, Saul was kind of the cause of the great joy coming to that city.

I bet that makes him mad.

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2014 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Stacked Up

Bongo looking back at a rock stack on the trailMost of my adventures happen in a day, or a walk, or maybe even in a minute.

But this adventure took a long time to unfold.

Almost a month.

Because every time I walked by this place something had changed.

For some reason people like to stack rocks on my trails.

Sometimes when I go for a walk I’ll find that a new stack has appeared.

And sometimes it’s gone again the next day.

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But one particular stack started out small.

Bongo in front of the rock stack

And then it grew.

And a few days later…

Bongo next to a stack of rocks

It grew again.

So I started getting excited to see what would happen each time I walked by.

How big would this stack get?

So the next time I walked by that way…

Bongo in front of a slightly shorter rock stack

Wait a minute.

There’s something wrong with this picture.

I’m not very good at counting, but aren’t there supposed to be more rocks on this stack, not less?

 
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Posted by on August 2, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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What to do with Cats

Scratchy on top of a cat cageSomething happened while I was at the dog hotel.

The cats I live with took over my blog.

Do you believe it?

Cats on my blog!

And they tried to keep it a secret.

But one of my blogging buddies spilled the beans.

So I had to do something.

And I did.

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I sent Scratchy to the vet.

Scratchy on cat cage

Scratchy hates the vet.

And they must not like him either.

When I go to the vet I get treats and loves.

Scratchy doesn’t get any treats or loves.

It was the perfect punishment for Scratchy.

But now I’ve got to figure out what to do about Gizmo.

Gizmo stretched out on the couch

He’s the chief instigator these days.

Bongo looking cute

I’m open for ideas.

 
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Posted by on August 1, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Vacation from Vacation

Bongo on the floorI finally made it back home, but now I need to take a vacation from my vacation at the dog hotel.

I’ve got to catch up on my Zzzz’s before I can write another post.

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In the meantime I’m only allowing pictures to be taken of my good side.

Bongo's profile

I’ve got a big zit on my nose.

It’s so embarrassing!

 
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Posted by on July 30, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Cat Blogging

Gizmo lying on his backIt’s been really quiet lately.

No Bongo around.

Peaceful, but kind of boring.

Scratchy and Gizmo together on the futon

Hey Scratchy, check this out.

Bongo’s blog.

There aren’t any posts on it.

We can do whatever we want and he won’t notice.

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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Dddddopp,pppk;k;lll;kl;k;;;;ddddddddddddddddddd

Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllllllllllllllmmmmmmmmmm

Gizmo lying in front of the door

I think I’d better hang out by the door now.

I need some advance notice when Bongo comes back.

 
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Posted by on July 25, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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On Vacation

Bongo's profile

I’m on vacation – hanging out at the dog hotel for a few days.

They don’t allow dogs to have WIFI here.

I’m going to have to get my person to find me a place that has all the amenities (whatever those are).

See you soon.

 
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Posted by on July 21, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Where’s the Rescue?

Cigoli [Public domain], via Wikimedia CommonsI’ve been waiting all week to find out what happened to Stephen after he was arrested.

The angels rescued him, right?

What do you mean, I have to listen to find out?

They did rescue him, didn’t they?

Okay, I’m listening.

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Last week Stephen was seized and brought before the Sanhedrin and false witnesses were brought against him.

The high priest asked Stephen if these charges were true and Stephen gave them a speech, sharing Israel’s history and how it pointed to Jesus.

Then Stephen said, “You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears! You are just like your fathers: You always resist the Holy Spirit! Was there ever a prophet your fathers did not persecute? They even killed those who predicted the coming of the Righteous One. And now you have betrayed and murdered him – you who have received the law that was put into effect through angels but have not obeyed it.”

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I think Stephen might have made them mad.

Yes, I’m listening.

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When they heard this, they were furious and gnashed their teeth at him.

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That sounds like something a dog would do.

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But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God.

“Look,” he said, “I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.”

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Is Jesus going to send down some fish?

That would prove that Stephen saw him.

I am too listening.

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At this they covered their ears and, yelling at the top of their voices, they all rushed at him, dragged him out of the city and began to stone him.

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This doesn’t sound good.

Run Stephen, run!

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Meanwhile, the witnesses laid their clothes at the feet of a young man named Saul.

While they were stoning him, Stephen prayed, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

Then he fell on his knees and cried out, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” When he had said this, he fell asleep.

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What do you mean, Stephen wasn’t taking a nap?

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And Saul was there, giving approval to his death.

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If I ever see Saul, I’ll be gnashing my teeth.

Hey, do you think Saul had something to do with those tadpoles that disappeared a couple days ago on my trails?

 
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Posted by on July 20, 2014 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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