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Who’s into Mischief?

Bongo with a ball between his pawsMy person left the house early this morning. I don’t really like it when she does that, but it does give me more chances to get into mischief.

And what my person doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

So I got on her bed and messed it up. There’s two cats now, so I can always blame them if my person says anything.

I checked out the litter box. What?! My person cleaned it before she left? That’s not fair.

Then I looked to see if there was any cat food left.

This is not good. My person is getting better about remembering to put the cat food where I can’t reach it.

I hear somebody at the door. It can’t be my person. I didn’t hear her car. I heard another car though.

It’s my friend who comes sometimes when my person’s not here.

Don’t anybody tell my person that I have a friend over when she’s gone. I might get in trouble.

Hey wait a minute!

My friend let me go outside, but now she’s ignoring me.

She’s paying attention to Gizmo!

Gizmo looking to his right

What is this?

Gizmo, go hide in the bedroom or something. This is my friend. She came to see me.

What do you mean, she was your friend first?

You used to live with her?

Gizmo on the back of the couch

And now you live with me?

I don’t know what to make of this.

How can I have secret mischief if you’re the one having a friend over and not me?

Gizmo lying on the floor looking cute

Gizmo, I’m telling. You’re not supposed to have friends over when my – oh, I have to say “our” now – person is gone.

 
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Posted by on June 20, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Posted Under Duress

Gizmo - a gray and white catThis is unfair! This is totally not fair! My person is making me write a blog post about a cat. I’m writing this post totally under duress. I don’t even know what that word means, but I’m under it.

I barely even know this cat. He showed up at my house a couple days ago and every time I try to get to know him I get locked in the bedroom. I’m tired of getting left in the bedroom so I guess I’ll just ignore him for awhile.

But there’s a mystery to this cat. I recognize his smell. His smell has been sticking to some of my friends that visit sometimes. Maybe they got tired of having his smell on them. Oh no, that means his smell is going to be on my people instead.

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Gizmo sleeping on the back of a couch

Hey, how did that picture get here? How come that cat is sleeping there? I’ve never seen him sleeping on the back of the couch. Every time I see him he’s hiding under something, or behind something. How come he won’t come out when I’m around?

You want me to what, person? Tell everybody his name? I don’t even know his name. What is it? Scratchy Two? I sure hope not. That would really be bad.

Oh. His name is Gizmo. How come he’s here? Are my friends – the ones who smell like him – on vacation?

Oh. They had to move and couldn’t find a place that accepts pets? You mean Gizmo might be here for a long time? I’m stuck with two cats?

Gizmo rolling onto his back

Gizmo lying on the floor looking cute

I don’t believe it. Gizmo is even trying to out-cute me.

Hey person, do you know anyone who has to move that has a dog?

 
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Posted by on June 5, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Outnumbered

Scratchy looking behind the couchScratchy, what are you doing? What’s back there behind that couch?

You’re not hiding something from me back there are you?

How come you’re not saying, Scratchy?

I guess I’d better check this out for myself.

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Gizmo behind the couch

What is that back there behind the couch?

That’s not what I think it is, is it?

Scratchy, what have you been doing?

Did you bring a friend in here?

Scratchy following another cat

This is terrible! What am I going to do? There are two of them now.

Scratchy, please tell me you just invited a friend over for the day.

It’s what? Today is Hug Your Cat Day?

And now I’ve got to hug two cats?

Okay Scratchy, come here. I’ll give you a hug.

Oh.

You don’t want me to hug you and you figured you’re safe now that this other cat is here.

Then he’s leaving as soon as I hug him, right?

Gizmo arched up on the back of a couch

I don’t think he wants a hug.

So what happens if I don’t hug him? He’ll still go away, right?

What!? June is Adopt a Cat Month?

If I don’t hug him, he stays?

I’m outnumbered! This is going to be a terrible month.

What I want to know is – what month is Trade a Cat for a Dog Month?

 
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Posted by on June 4, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Not Me

Bongo near a messy bedHey person, you forgot to make your bed this morning. You’d better make it. It looks pretty messy.

What in the world are you talking about?

You’re trying to blame me because you didn’t make your bed?

I’m not even allowed on your bed. My bed’s down on the floor next to yours. I might mess my bed up, but I would never mess yours up.

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An unmade bed

I don’t know why there’s a pillow and a blanket right where you sleep. Maybe you slept on top of them.

How would you know if you slept on them or not? You were asleep.

Well, if you didn’t mess up your bed like that then it must have been Scratchy. You let him sleep on the bed.

How come you let Scratchy sleep on the bed and not me?

Scratchy on bed with Bongo below

That is totally unfair. You’re showing favoritism to cats.

That’s what you get for it. Scratchy got on your bed while you were gone and totally messed it up.

I wasn’t going to tell, but he’s just gone too far this time.

What do you mean, you don’t believe me? Of course Scratchy did it.

Bongo looking innocent in front of the messy bed

Look into my eyes, person. I did not mess up that bed.

That bed is not even messed up. What you see is a perfectly well made bed.

You will get into bed like normal tonight, without noticing anything awry.

What?

What do you mean, this isn’t working?

I didn’t do it. Really.

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Posted by on June 3, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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What is a Pita Dog?

Bongo at homeMy person left me today and went out with some friends. Did you hear that? She left me to go have fun without me. I’m not sure what possessed her. She should have taken me along.

Anyway, my person and her friends met a man who had a little dog. When they asked him what kind of dog it was he said it was a Pita dog.

I’ve never heard of a Pita dog and I guess my person and her friends hadn’t either, because they had to ask the man what a Pita dog was.

First, the man asked if any of them had dogs and of course my person said she did. Now if she’d just taken me along that man wouldn’t have even had to ask.

But then the man told my person that her dog was probably a Pita dog too.

Now, wait a minute. That man had a little dog. I’m a big dog. How can we both be the same kind of dog?

When I asked my person that, she told me I probably didn’t want to know.

Come on, person. You can’t leave me hanging. How can I be the same kind of dog as a little dog? This doesn’t make sense.

So my person told me what a Pita dog is.

I am not!

I am not a Pita dog!

That man is sooooo wrong!

Maybe she'll get out of bed for my snake

Maybe she’ll get out of bed for my snake.

Bongo with his head inside a dog food bag

Bongo surrounded by garbage

Bongo with stuff in the middle of the floor

Bongo cornering Scratchy under a desk

I AM NOT A PAIN IN THE *** DOG!

 
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Posted by on May 28, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Silly String

Bongo covered with Silly StringI think my younger person tried to tie me up. He had this can and he started spraying stuff out of it.

That stuff looked like string, and he sprayed it all over me.

I know he wanted to tie me up, but I guess my younger person underestimated me.

That string couldn’t hold a lick to me. I could break right through it, piece of cake.

Did I say cake? Is there cake around here?

Oh. Never mind.

Back to that string.

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Bongo looking at Silly String on the floor

I wrestled that string to the floor. And there it lay.

Now what?

Scratchy likes to play with string. And he’s not as strong as me.

I could get him interested in playing with that stuff and then wrap him up in it.

He’d be wrapped like a cocoon before he knew what hit him.

Hey, wait!

What’s my younger person doing?

Bongo looking up with string on his back

Why’d you put the string up there?

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Posted by on May 18, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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I Didn’t Do It

Bongo near a knocked over trash canI don’t get it. Why would my person think I did this? I was just trying to tell her what Scratchy did while she was gone.

I would never knock over that garbage can. Why would I do that? I know how to open the can so why would I knock it over?

Oops. I mean, Scratchy knows how to open the can.

Sometimes there’s nothing good that I can reach though. It’s all down in the bottom.

Well I had to try reaching it because Scratchy couldn’t. I was only helping him out.

Bongo, a downed trash can, and garbage on the floor

What’s that stuff on the floor?

Scratchy put it there. Besides, you didn’t want it anyway.

Scratchy, I told you that you should have finished that stuff off. Then no one would know what you did.

What do you mean, I have a guilty look?

I’m not guilty.

Wait, wait! Is this better?

Bongo looking innocent

Do I look innocent now?

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

 

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Don’t Steal My Blog

Lizard on the rock in the shadeI think somebody is trying to take over my trails. And steal my blog. And become the center of attention.

How dare this creature pose for the main picture in my blog post? That spot should always be reserved for me.

At least that creature is small. Maybe all anyone sees is a rock and a bunch of branches. Maybe that little thing blends in with the background.

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Now that the weather is getting warmer, lizards have been scurrying around on my trails.

I don’t even bother trying to chase them. They run right off and hide before I even get near.

We have the wimpiest creatures on my trails. The only ones willing to get near me are my dog friends – and the people, of course.

All the creatures that live on my trails run off at the mere thought that someone might be coming too close. Even the birds fly off when we get near – as if we could ever catch them up a tree.

Maybe I should bring Scratchy on my trails with me. He could climb up the tree after those birds and then when they fly off he’d be stuck there.

Hey, great idea. Why didn’t I think of that before?

But where was I going with this?

Oh yes, that lizard.

It’s a good thing he does run off so easily.

He’s going to have a hard time taking over my blog if he’s running off to hide in the bushes.

Lizard running into the bushes

Now to go get Scratchy.

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

 

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Berry Load

Bongo with his nose deep in bushesI’ve got to investigate these Manzanita bushes to see what they’re up to this year.

You see, earlier this year they had lots of blossoms. More than I remember seeing on these bushes.

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Manzanita bush in bloom

But then all those blossoms did something really strange. They turned into little apples all over the bushes.

Manzanita bush full of berries

I’ve never seen these bushes so covered before. You’d think my trails were one giant apple berry.

I’m going to have to figure out what to do with all these berries.

I wonder if they make good toys. Maybe I could play catch with them.

But once my person tosses them to me and I catch them – what if they don’t taste good. That could be a disaster.

Scratchy likes little roly things. Maybe I could take some of them home and roll them on the floor for him. That would probably occupy him for a whole minute or so. Then he’d probably want me to roll them around for him some more.

No, I guess that’s not a good idea either.

I wonder if my person could make something out of these berries? Are they edible?

They are?

If they’re edible there must be recipes for them. Get online person, and find some.

They don’t taste very good? What does that matter? If they’re edible you’ve got to eat them.

Not me. I don’t have to eat them. Berries aren’t dog food.

Okay, here it is. My person found the instructions for making Manzanita Cider. http://honest-food.net/2010/08/22/manzanita-cider/

Okay person, get busy and make that cider. The days are starting to get warm. You can put ice in the cider to cool off. I’ll just take the plain ice cubes.

What do you mean, you’re not going to make that cider yet?

You’re going to wait until those berries ripen?

You mean – oh no. That means I have to do another berry post later this summer. A sitting out and drinking cider kind of post.

Somehow I think my person tricked me into that one.

Scratchy, here’s some berries. Why don’t you roll them around on the floor for awhile.

Manzanita Berries

 
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Posted by on May 2, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Toss the Ball

Scratchy with a tennis ballOne of my favorite games is catch. I’ll bring a ball to my person when she’s sitting on the couch – especially if she’s talking to someone on the phone. Then I patiently wait for her to toss the ball back to me.

And if my patience wears thin because my person won’t toss back the ball I bring her another one. I figure if her lap gets filled with balls she’ll eventually have to toss them away.

And that’s when I catch them.

But this time I decided to do something different.

Instead of catching the ball I bounced it back – right to Scratchy.

But I forgot one thing. Scratchy never wants to play.

Scratchy sat right next to that ball and ignored it.

Bongo waiting for Scratchy to toss him the ball

 

Come on Scratchy. I’m waiting for the ball.

Bongo eagerly waiting for Scratchy to toss the ball

Scratchy, I’m still waiting. Aren’t you going to toss that ball back to me?

This is terrible. I just realized something.

Scratchy thinks that ball is his now. He’s never going to give it back to me.

How can I convince Scratchy that that ball belongs to me?

Maybe I can bring Scratchy a treat and he’ll trade me the ball for the treat.

Here Scratchy, want to trade?

Oh wait, never mind. Scratchy, you can have that old ball. This is the best treat ever.

 
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Posted by on April 20, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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