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Frisbee Dog

You want me to do what with this?

One of my favorite things to do is catch Frisbees – that is, favorite thing after eating of course. My person has a Frisbee stashed by the back door and I don’t let her forget it. I don’t go out without that Frisbee. I catch that Frisbee and carry it around with me before I even think about doing my business.

Sometimes when I’m carrying my Frisbee around the yard I drop it so I can concentrate. The next time we go outside I tell my person to bring it and she shrugs her shoulders. Then she points it out to me in the yard and makes me go fetch it. Fetch, mind you. I like to catch, but this fetch thing. Not nearly as fun. I really wish my person would fetch it for me, but for some reason she doesn’t seem to understand that she can’t toss it for me unless it’s fetched.

Scratchy

23 Aug

Scratchy

I live with a big, black cat named Scratchy. Well, he’s big for a cat but not nearly as big as me. Scratchy gets special treatment that I don’t get and I get really jealous. Sometimes Scratchy gets on the bed and my person lets him stay there and even scratches his head. I’m not allowed on the bed – at least when anybody’s looking. Scratchy’s allowed to sit by my person on the couch too. If I get on the couch I get yelled at.

Most of the time Scratchy gets away with anything he wants, but every once in awhile he gets yelled at for something. When Scratchy gets yelled at I go try to help my person take care of the problem. If Scratchy’s on the counter I jump up and try to get him. If he’s in the bathroom trying to get the frog (the frog is locked in the bathroom so Scratchy can’t get him) I’ll come and block Scratchy’s escape path.

The funny thing is that every time Scratchy gets yelled at and I show up to help, I get yelled at. I just don’t get it.

Bongo

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Posted by Bongo on August 23, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: black cat, Cat, Scratchy

Caught on the Fence

22 Aug

I'm not posing on top of the fence for a picture.

I learned that I could jump the fence once when I was outside and it started to thunder. I am so scared of thunder. I had to find a way to escape it and that’s when I found out I could get over the fence.

I have another problem when it thunders. I can’t hold it in. So my person makes sure I get outside to take care of business when it’s going to storm, but sometimes it storms and I haven’t been out in awhile. This happened once and she made me go outside in the thunder. In the thunder! Did you hear me? Thunder is louder and closer when you’re outside.

I wasn’t going to stand around for this, so I jumped for the fence. I had to get away. My person was next to me, but I almost made it anyway. But she grabbed me – she grabbed my foot. And she wouldn’t let go.

What could I do? I was stuck on the top of the fence and I couldn’t go over because she had my foot. Could you please let go of my foot? I’ve got somewhere to go you know.

She would not let go of my foot. Then you know what she did? She opened the gate. I was on top of the gate. Now she was facing me and she pushed me back down into the yard. Right off the fence. That’s a long way down. Then she closed the gate before I could run through it. Sometimes a dog just can’t win.

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Posted by Bongo on August 22, 2011 in dogs, humor, pets

Tags: fence, Thunder

The Fence

21 Aug

My weeds, the ones in the yard that I like to chew on, are being pulled out by one of my people. I’m hanging out in the yard with her. I usually don’t get to hang out in the yard. I’m starting to get bored and it’s getting hot. I’m ready for adventure.

It’s safe. My person is on the other side of the yard. Here I go! One giant leap for dog! Gotta pull myself over before she crosses the yard. Yippee! I’m free!

Oh oh. Here she comes around the front of the house. And she’s got my leash. I’ll just duck under the neighbor’s back fence. She’ll never get me.

This is great. Lounging around the neighbor’s yard. Hey, wait a minute! Here she comes in her car. She’s going somewhere without me. I wanna come. Oh good. She’s opening the door so I can get in. This is an even bigger adventure. A trip in the car.

One turn. Two turns. I wonder where we’re going. Hey, this is our front yard! This is our house! Do I have to jump the fence again?