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Coming Home Hungry

Prodigal son returning homeWhat do you mean this next story is kind of like me when I run off and pull mischief?

I’m the perfect dog. I don’t pull mischief. It’s always Scratchy.

Besides, you got me that dog jail so I can’t run off. Let’s skip this story.

There’s food at the end? Okay, I’m all in.

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Jesus told a story: “There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘’Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.

“Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.”

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That’s not like me at all. I might eat all my treats but I’d never get rid of my toys.

Fine, I’ll listen.

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“After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

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Why doesn’t he just eat the pigs?

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“When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called you son; make me like one of your hired men.”

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Did those hired men get to eat the pigs?

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“So he got up and went to his father.

But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.”

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Why didn’t he just give him a pig?

I am too listening.

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“The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’

“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.”

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What good is that going to do? That boy’s hungry!

Alright, I’ll keep listening.

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“Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast to celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.

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Now that’s more like it. This is my kind of celebration.

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“Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. “Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’

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You mean they had a party and that older son wasn’t invited? I know how that feels.

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“The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him.”

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I guess he was invited after all. He should have gone in. Who could have refused all that good, juicy meat?

I’m listening.

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“But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

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You mean that older son never got any meat to eat?

I’d be sore too.

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“’My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”

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So if I run off and come back will you give me a fattened calf?

I’ve got to figure out how to break out of that dog jail.

 
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Posted by on November 24, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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The Lost Sheep

English: Lost sheep on farm track.

English: Lost sheep on farm track. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hey person, you don’t have to tell me a Bible story. I’m still full from that banquet story last week. I think I’ll roll over and take a nap.

What? The next story talks about Jesus eating?

I’m on my way.

I bet if I hung out near him under the table he’d hand me some scraps.

I’m listening now.

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The tax collectors and “sinners” were all gathering around to hear Jesus. But the Pharisees and teachers of the law muttered, “This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.”

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Do you think Jesus would welcome a perfect dog to eat with him too?

Not some other dog – I mean me!

I am too a perfect dog.

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Then Jesus told them this parable: “Supposed one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them.”

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Lost sheep? I’m on it!

Here I go! The perfect sheep dog to the rescue!

What do you mean, I’m not a sheep dog?

Well, I’ve got some blogging buddies who are. I’m sure they’d come and help me.

Okay, I’ll listen.

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Jesus said, “Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it?”

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I could stay and guard those ninety-nine sheep that are left.

I’d be the most perfect guard dog.

What do you mean, I’m not a perfect listener?

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Jesus continued, “And when he finds the lost sheep, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home.”

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Okay, the sheep are all home now. It must be time for a perfect break.

Oooh! That must mean it’s snack time.

I’m listening! I’m listening!

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Jesus went on with the story, “Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’”

“I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”

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Rejoicing in heaven?

That sounds like a real party.

I wonder what kind of treats they serve at parties in heaven.

 
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Posted by on November 17, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Cat Mischief

Scratchy looking at Bongo in his kennelThis is Scratchy here.

Bongo won’t be on his blog for awhile. He’s simply not available.

I’m giving him payback for locking me in that dog cage – so now he’s in it.

I think I like this. It makes me feel really powerful.

I have the ability to keep Bongo locked up – or not.

And I don’t have to worry about my food being eaten when I’m not looking.

Or my litter box being invaded.

Or being chased around the house when Bongo thinks he wants to play.

No, this is really nice.

I think I’ll keep him in this cage for a long, long time.

If he gets thirsty I’ll put a little water on my paw and splash it on him.

And if he gets hungry – well, never mind. Bongo’s food doesn’t taste half bad. I think I’ll eat it all myself.

Bongo, you can just stay in dog jail for awhile. You deserve it.

I think I’ll  wander off and clean myself somewhere. Have fun Bongo.

Bongo looking at Scratchy from inside his kennel

Bongo:  Scratchy, when I get out of here I’m giving you what for for sure.

Scratchy: You won’t be out of there for a long time Bongo.

Oops, here comes our person. I’ll be hiding under the bed.

Monday Mischief Pet Blog Hop

Click here to find more mischievous pets.

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

 

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Friendly Romp – Blocked

Bongo stretching after something in the distanceI don’t think my person trusts me. Today we were on the trails and some people and two dogs came toward us.

They stepped off the trail so we could pass. Usually my person makes me step off the trail, but this time they did it first.

Pretty cool because now we can walk right by those dogs and I can go over and say hi.

Well you know what my person did?

She grabbed my collar as we were walking by so when I tried to go see those dogs I ended up walking on my two hind legs.

I know people walk this way all the time but for a dog it’s undignified. I really don’t know what my person’s problem is – embarrassing me like that.

I’m nice to other dogs – – – sometimes.

We walked on and my person did it to me again.

We’d been hearing coyotes howling for awhile and we started getting closer. I thought those coyotes might be fun dogs to play with so I started pulling my person along toward them.

You know what she did this time?

She shortened my leash so I couldn’t catch her off guard and pull it out of her hand. Then she said something about those coyotes and about me being a dead dog.

Dead dog my foot. If you won’t let me have any fun person, I’m taking you back to the house.

Bongo heading up a cliff

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

 

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Day 2 – The Dog Hotel and the Imaginary Dog

Puppy drawingFor those of you who weren’t here yesterday, I’m stuck in the dog hotel again. Since it’s kind of hard to have adventures in here I’m making up a story about an imaginary dog with imaginary adventures. If you want to start from the beginning go back and read yesterday’s post first.

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Eric looked at his watch. “My mom’s going to kill me. I was supposed to be home early tonight.” He stood up to leave. “See you dude,” he said to his friend Brian.

Eric collected his winter gear tightly around him and stepped off Brian’s front porch into a deep drift. He pulled himself out of it and headed toward the woods. In spite of the fact that it was nearly dark, he could get home much faster this way. He was glad he’d remembered to carry a small flashlight with him.

Eric thought about what his mom would say to him when he arrived. He did not like it when she was angry and she was sure to be angry with him now. She had asked him to help her with a special dinner for his father’s birthday.

Focusing on the snowy trail, Eric decided not to think about what he might hear. Lights shown in the distance so Eric knew he was getting close. The trail didn’t look the same in snow. It seemed full of lumpy white shapes and he pulled his flashlight out to see more clearly. As he took a step his foot brushed against something slightly buried in snow and he thought he heard a whimper.

Quickly pulling his foot back, Eric aimed his light at the object, which wasn’t an object at all.

Bending on one knee, Eric brushed the snow off the puppy. “Hey little guy, what are you doing here?”

The puppy lifted his head and kissed Eric on the nose.

Eric placed the puppy in his lap and then used the strength of his legs to lift himself up with the puppy in his arms. “I can’t leave you here little guy. Who knows what would have happened to you if I hadn’t found you.”

The puppy’s tail gave a slight wag as Eric held him close to his chest.

Arriving home, Eric clumped up his back porch steps in order to knock the snow off his boots. His mother was cutting vegetables as he walked in.

“Where have you been?” his mother said without turning around.

The puppy whimpered.

After slowly turning to look at Eric and the puppy, his mom spoke. “Take that dog right back where you got him.”

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To be continued tomorrow.

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Dog Lapping Heroes

Dog LappingMy person keeps wanting to tell me stories from the Bible and she said this one doesn’t have any animals in it so I’m not sure if I want to hear it. I started to walk away until she told me there were three hundred men in the story who lapped water like dogs, and they were real heroes.

Okay, I’m listening now. If I can do what I do anyway and be a hero I want to know how.

My person said it all started with a dude named Gideon. He was minding his own business threshing wheat in a winepress (I think there’s something wrong with this picture) when the Angel of the Lord came to him and told him he –Gideon – was going to save his people from the Midianites. So now we have a dude and an angel in a winepress surrounded by a bunch of wheat. There’s really something wrong with this picture. Okay, back to that winepress thing – my person said Gideon was hiding in there so the Midianites wouldn’t steal his wheat – they did things like that.

Well Gideon looked at that Angel of the Lord and said, “Who me?”

And the Angel of the Lord said, “Yes, you.”

Gideon said, “Couldn’t be,” and tried to talk his way out of it.

Well that angel wouldn’t go for it, and Gideon knew if he didn’t do something it might just be him and that angel in the winepress and no wheat. He didn’t know if angels got hungry but he sure did, so Gideon got a bunch of guys together and started out after the Midianites. But the Lord told Gideon he had too many dudes, so Gideon let all the scared dudes go home and kept the brave ones. The Lord told Gideon he still had too many and he could only keep the ones who lapped water like a dog. I like those guys, really I do.

Gideon started out with thirty two thousand fighting guys and now he only had three hundred left, and the Lord said that was just right. I guess the Lord knows what He’s talking about, but that Midianite army was bigger than I’d want to tackle with a few dog lapping guys. Well, they waited until it was good and dark and snuck up on the Midianite’s camp. They blew their trumpets and let their torches shine and shouted, “The sword of the Lord and of Gideon.”

You know what? Those Midianites were so scared of those lapping water dudes that they went after each other and then they ran away.

I’d like to chase a whole army away, but when I lap water all I seem to manage to chase away is Scratchy the cat and the dry floor.

 
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Posted by on October 30, 2011 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Garbage Hound

Bongo getting the garbageSometimes the lid to the garbage can in the kitchen doesn’t close all the way. When that happens it’s really hard to have patience. If I help myself to something while my people are there I will get into immediate trouble. So I have to wait. Sometimes I have to wait a long time. But when they finally leave the house I’m ready.

Let’s see. What kind of treats can I find today? Everything smells like food, but I usually don’t find much actual food. I guess because I already ate my people’s leftovers. Darn. Why didn’t they save something for me to pick out of the garbage? Oh well. I think I’ll try this container. It smells really good and it has a nice feel when I chew on it. Really nice. It feels great tearing this apart.

Oh oh. I hear my people coming home and all this evidence is too hard to eat. Oh, no. I’m in trouble now.

Bongo

P.S. I’ve got to give credit to my friend Bassa for giving me the idea to write about this. http://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/zen-and-the-art-of-chewing/

 
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Posted by on September 4, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

 

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