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Yuccas are Mean

A manly dog needs something to lift his leg against. A bush, a tree, a fire hydrant – it doesn’t really matter what it is, but he’s gotta have something. My back yard used to have some plants growing in it that weren’t quite bushes, but I could pretend. They were close enough to being bushes that I could do my business on them and feel good about it. But my person cut them down and took them away.

You know what I have left? Yucca plants. You know what a yucca is? It’s a bush shaped thing full of pointy things that are a cross between a leaf and a spear. Every time I get near one of those yucca plants I get poked. I move a little bit, and get poked again. When you gotta go now it’s a real challenge to find a position where you can lift your leg without getting poked. It usually takes at least three or four tries. Ouch! I hope my person brings back those bushes.

Bongo

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Posted by Bongo on September 3, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: bushes, Yucca, yucca plants

Frisbee Drag

02 Sep

When I’ve been catching Frisbees and I need to catch my breath I start playing a new game. I call it “Drag the Frisbee.” It’s really fun. There’s no grass in my yard – just rocks and dirt. My person said something about the rocks being in order and the yard really pretty until I came to live with them. Not anymore. I walk backwards and drag the Frisbee through the yard with my front feet. It makes nice little paths through the rocks and dirt, but I don’t really pay much attention to that. It’s just so much fun to drag that Frisbee.

I haven’t figured this one out though. Every time I drag my Frisbee and then take it back to my person to toss for me, she makes me go back inside. When we get inside she makes me give the Frisbee to her. I wish she’d let me keep it so I can chew on it for awhile.

Bongo

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Posted by Bongo on September 2, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Dog, Frisbee

Happy September 1st

01 Sep

Today is September 1^st. I’m really excited. I know it probably doesn’t mean much to you. It’s not a special holiday or anything. It’s not even a dog holiday. But for me it’s the best day of the year. You want to know why? For two months now I’ve been putting up with something I don’t like at all. Something I’m very afraid of. It’s called thunder. July and August are called monsoon season here. That’s when most of our thunderstorms come. But now it’s not July anymore and it’s not August. It’s September and that means no more thunderstorms. Yay!

What’s that? Did I just hear thunder rumbling in the distance? Noooo, nooooo! It can’t possibly be. It must be something else. It’s September 1^st.

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Posted by Bongo on September 1, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Monsoon, Thunderstorm

Who Won the Tug o War?

31 Aug

I think I’m really in trouble. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to go hang with those two dogs. I know, my person didn’t want me to. She held my collar tight so I wouldn’t. But I was determined. Something about them. I just had to get over there and check it out. So I lunged with all my strength. My person was supposed to let my leash out, or let go of it or something. But she didn’t. She held on to me and went right over on the ground. I was mad at first because I really wanted to go for those dogs. When I saw her on the ground I was worried. What’s she going to do to me now? Or what’s my other person going to do when we go home? He’s younger, but he’s the biggest one of us and he gets mad at me sometimes.

But the worst thing ever happened. I had to miss my walk. When my person got up she turned around and headed back home and took me with her. We’d barely gotten out of the house.

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Posted by Bongo on August 31, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Dog, Leash, Pet, Tug of war

Getting Even

30 Aug

Bongo's Mess

Yesterday both my people left for a long time – again. They just did that a few days ago. My special friend came over to let me out. Last time she was here she tricked me. She snuck out the door when it was thundering and I really needed someone to stay with me.

This time I decided I would get her back so when she let me out in the yard I jumped the fence. That’ll teach her. I didn’t want her to find me right away so I immediately ran over to the next block. This is great! Freedom! But wait, she’s supposed to come looking for me. Where is she? Last time she talked to my person on that little box and learned her tricks. Maybe she’s doing that again. My person would tell her where to find me. Guess I’d better head back and check. Here she comes. She tricked me by making me come back to my own street first.

Hey, wait a minute! You can’t put me back in the house and leave! That makes me mad. I’m finding a way out of here. Back door’s shut. Maybe if I move the mat out of the way I can get through it. Nope. This window doesn’t work either and knocking over the guitar in front of it didn’t help. How about the bathroom? Oh no. The only thing I can move there is the mat. I’m not getting anywhere. I just want to get out so someone will come and chase me. Guess I’ll spill my water instead.

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Posted by Bongo on August 30, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: escape, fence, friend, Pets

Trail Smells

29 Aug

Good Smells

When my person takes me out on the trail my favorite thing to do is smell. There are so many good smells out there. Most of the smells I like are the ones left by other animals – dogs, coyotes, rabbits and things. I never seem to get my full taste of a smell though. My person just keeps on walking and if she gets to the end of my leash she pulls on it. She spoils all the fun sometimes.

When I find a really good smell and don’t want to leave it I hold my ground. We’ve gotten into a real tug-of-war at times. If I wasn’t so anxious to keep smelling, the tug-of-war would be fun. There’s a time for everything, but not when I’ve got a good smell.

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Posted by Bongo on August 29, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Tug of war

Squirrel Tag

28 Aug

The Squirrel that Got Away

My person takes me for walks on the trails near our house. There are lots of little critters on the trails like lizards, quail, and sometimes rabbits. Mostly I don’t pay much attention to them. There are things I like better – like smells, and other dogs. One time though, as I walked along right next to a bush – there’s lots of bushes out there – two squirrels decided to run out of the bush right in front of my nose. Right in front of my nose! Do you get it? Squirrel smell. Wow! I tried to run after them, but my person yanked my leash. Boing___go! My person pulled me right back – and the squirrels were gone. I don’t know why she doesn’t get it. Those squirrels were mine and she let them get away. I would have shared.

Bongo

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Posted by Bongo on August 28, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Squirrel, trails

Bedroom Access

27 Aug

I made Scratchy run

At night I usually sleep in the bedroom with one of my people. My bed is in her room and sometimes I sleep on that but more often I stretch out on the carpet. Scratchy doesn’t like to go into the bedroom at night because my person shuts her door and Scratchy likes to have free access to his litter box. I guess it’s too much for him to wake up our person and wait for her to get up and open the door for him. I don’t have any problems with that. I usually don’t need to get up at night but if I do I make sure my person gets up and lets me out. I don’t let up until she does.

In the morning Scratchy usually decides he wants to join us in the bedroom, so what does he do? He claws on the carpet outside the bedroom door. Our person gets out of bed, opens the door, and then gets back in bed. Scratchy comes in at his leisure and our person lets him get on her bed. He just clawed up the carpet and she lets him get on her bed. She never lets me get on the bed and I’m much better than Scratchy.

This morning I decided to do something about it. I posted myself near the door and when Scratchy started coming in I stood up as if I was going to chase him. Scratchy ran. That was fun. I waited for Scratchy to come back but he never did – so I decided to get my person out of bed instead.

Out the Door

26 Aug

I'm not going out there!

Yesterday both of my people left for the whole day. I have a special friend that comes over to let me out when my people leave for a long time. My friend showed up and I was happy to see her, but she wanted me to go outside. I had just heard thunder rumbling in the distance and there was no way I was going out there. No way at all.

I guess my friend didn’t know what to do because she pulled out this little box and started talking in it. I could hear my person’s voice coming out of that box. Darn. My person must have told my friend all her tricks because the next thing my friend did was to put my leash on me and drag me out the front door. I tried to resist. I resisted so hard that my collar came off, but she was persistent. She put it back on me and dragged me out that door anyway.

I did my business and she let me go back inside and then she tried to leave. Oh, no you don’t. There’s no way you’re leaving me alone when there’s thunder. I tried to run out that door with her and that trapped her. She couldn’t leave without me getting out. Ah ha. Gotcha! You’ve got to stay with me until I say so. My friend got out that little box again and I heard my person’s voice. I was listening to my person’s voice when my friend snuck out that door. Without me!

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Posted by Bongo on August 26, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Door, Thunder

The Bone

25 Aug

Bone Bliss

Last night one of my people left and came home with a bag. My other person opened it and then I began to smell it. A little whiff – and then he took it outside. When he came back in – oh, that smell was heavenly. I sat there, saliva building up in my mouth, and I watched him eat that chunk of meat. I could only dream and hope I might get a tiny little scrap in the end.

Then he gave it to me. I haven’t had one of these in a long time. A mouth-watering meaty chunked bone. Mmmm, so good. I took it out of my bowl and settled on the soft carpet to munch. Then my other person took it away and made me go back into the kitchen to get it. Fine, I can play this game. I took the bone from her and settled back down on the carpet. She took it away again. Go get the bone – back to the carpet. Here she comes again. This is getting ridiculous. Okay, this tile floor is not nearly as nice, but if that’s what I’ve got to do to keep my bone I guess I must.

I stayed on that tile floor long enough. I tried one more time to take my bone out to the carpet. She let me stay and I spent the evening in bone-crunching bliss.

Bongo

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Posted by Bongo on August 25, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Bone, Carpet, Tile