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Rock n Roll

06 Aug

Here 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.

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.

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

Tags: broken rock, dry wash, Pets, rock, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, wash

Too Many Piles

26 Mar

I don’t believe it!

Someone ran out of room in their rock pile spot and now they’re even building rock piles in my wash.

This is a silly place to build rock piles.

Don’t they know this is a wash?

As soon as we get a good rain the water will come roaring down here and take that rock pile away.

Oh, wait.

When was the last time we had rain here?

That rock pile might be safe after all.

So anyway, since that rock pile in the wash might wash away I’m going to leave it alone.

And invade the rock pile spot instead.

Every time I walk by here there are more piles of rocks.

They’re running out of room to even put more piles.

So I think I’ll do them a little favor.

So they have a chance to do some more piling…

I think I’ll knock a few of these rocks to the ground.

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Posted by Bongo on March 26, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: dry wash, Pets, rock piles, Rocks, stacked rocks, Trail, wash

The Missing Walk

19 Oct

I was really excited today because my person let me head up the dry wash.

I’m always trying to pull her up this wash and most of the time she says no and pulls back.

So I figured we’d get a nice, long walk today.

Well, I figured wrong.

We got a little way up the wash – a few feet, no more. And then what does she do.

She pulls out her camera.

She didn’t want to go on a walk with me. She wanted to take pictures.

And she picked the strangest things to take pictures of.

If she wanted to take pictures of me, that would be one thing.

But no, she wanted to take pictures of…

flowers,

and fairies.

And this is the worst one.

She took pictures of catclaws.

Couldn’t she at least have found some dog paws to take pictures of instead?

Hey person, I’m over here. Point your camera this way.

Now start walking.

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Posted by Bongo on October 19, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: catclaw seed pods, dry wash, flowers, Hiking, Outdoors, Pets, Photography, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, walk

The Swimming Hole

12 Sep

I found it! I found it!

No, I didn’t find that. I’m still looking for the dry wash on my trails and it hasn’t shown up anywhere.

But I found a swimming hole. Where the dry wash used to be.

I’ve never found a swimming hole on my trails before.

And now I can do one of my favorite things to do.

Splashing the water into the air and catching it in my mouth.

Person, they can’t tell what I’m doing in a picture.

Why didn’t you take a video? I’ve always wanted to be in the movies.

But there’s one problem with this swimming hole.

I can’t swim in my swimming hole.

It’s not big enough.

I guess it’s not enough to ask for a swimming hole.

I have to say what size I want too.

It’s not my fault.

Swimming holes are for swimming in. Doesn’t that mean they’re supposed to be big enough to swim in?

Okay, next time I ask for a swimming hole I’ll ask for one I can actually swim in.

What do you mean, I have to get out now?

This might be a too small swimming hole, but it’s still my swimming hole.

I wanna stay.

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

Tags: dry wash, Pets, Swimming hole, Trail, Water

Missed the Swimming Hole

04 Sep

Do you see that? Do you see it?

Right where I’m looking.

This is my wash here.

Normally it looks like this with no water in it.

You see where the grass is laying down?

Right there is a little trail that connects to the rest of my trails.

But the grass there is usually standing up tall.

That grass doesn’t normally lay down on the job.

And you know what that means?

It means that water came flowing down my wash and got so deep that it buried all that grass.

My wash turned into a regular swimming hole.

And I missed it.

I missed my chance to go swimming in my own wash.

By the time I got out here there was no water at all.

What, person? What are you trying to tell me?

What? When that water was here it was pouring down rain and thundering?

But that’s terrible!

How dare that rain and thunder be here at the same time as my swimming hole.

I bet that’s what chased my swimming hole away.

I mean, isn’t that kind of like raining on my parade?

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

Tags: dry wash, Pets, Swimming hole, Trail, Water

New Expedition

14 Aug

Today I got to go on a new adventure. I got to go exploring.

I can’t believe we’ve never been here before. It’s my wash, after all.

But it’s the other part of my wash.

When we get to this place in my trails we usually go left and head back home. To explore this part we have to go right.

Finally I talked my person into going right for a change.

And we were off – on a new expedition.

At first I had a good time checking out all the new smells in this wash.

But then I saw something really strange.

A barkless tree.

It’s a good thing this tree is not a dog. It would have a terrible time giving warnings in dog talk.

We headed up past that tree and kept on going.

And then I saw it.

Something I’ve never seen on my trails before.

I think somebody has been expecting me because…

they started building me a house.

Whoever is building it must be coming back because they haven’t finished with it.

The walls are almost high enough for me, but the house still needs a roof.

I looked to see if I could see anyone around.

I don’t see anybody this way.

Nobody over this direction either.

The house builder doesn’t seem to be around anywhere.

Guess I’ll go inspect the place.

As long as there’s no rain I can wait for the roof.

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Posted by Bongo on August 14, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: dry wash, Pets, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, stones, Trail, Tree

Mischief!

06 Aug

I’ve got a complaint, and I should have posted this for Monday Mischief, but when someone pulls mischief on me, I’ve got to post it when it happens.

You see, my person tried to tell me everything was fine outside. I knew it wasn’t but she made me go.

My neighbor across the street was in on it too. He said there wasn’t any thunder.

But I knew it was coming. The wind was blowing, the clouds were dark, and I knew I would hear that awful noise any minute.

It even started raining. I swear I felt a drop or two.

I took my person into my wash because it seemed like the safest place.

But then it happened. The wind picked up and I heard a rumbly in the sky. Not loud, but it still meant business in my book.

I tried to get my person to head the safest direction, but for some reason she wouldn’t go for it.

More mischief on her part, I’m sure.

Since my person wouldn’t go up that hill there was only one direction to head – and it led straight to my toadies.

And you know what my person did?

She pulled more mischief on me!

She tied me to a tree.

She tried to tell me it was so I wouldn’t trample the toadies.

I’ll trample those toadies alright.

They’re pulling mischief on me too.

They took my puddle.

There were little toadies hopping around everywhere that my puddle used to be.

They seemed to be settling in.

They even had little toad houses.

This mischief has gone far enough.

I’m having it out with those toadies right now.

Those toadies are going to have to move and give me back my puddle.

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Posted by Bongo on August 6, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: dry wash, mischief, Pets, Thunder, Toadie, toads, Trail, walk

Followed

23 Mar

Spring weather has hit and my person had her camera out – again.

We saw lots of dogs on my trails and I was the only one who had to take my person on a leash. I guess those other dog people are better trained than my person is, because they seem to stay pretty close to their dogs.

Well, my person kept trying to avoid all those other dogs. I don’t think she trusts me to protect her from them. I don’t know why she thinks that. I’m good at giving those dogs what for.

But we had to go off this way and that way – on trails we hadn’t planned on going on – just to avoid all those other dogs.

Except for the first dog we met. We were walking faster than that dog and his people so one of the dog’s people picked him up while we walked by. Did I mention he was a little dog?

When we headed back I decided to take my person into the wash. We usually have the wash to ourselves, except for the birds. Hardly any people and dogs go there.

A hawk flew by and landed in a tree. We backtracked so my person could try to get close enough to get a good picture. But we never did get close, so you’ll have to search hard for that hawk.

And the reason we didn’t get close was because that first little dog and his people were right behind us. In the wash that hardly anybody goes in. So we turned around and went back the other way.

We left the wash and headed back on the trail, and you know what happened? That little dog left his people and followed us. He probably knows I’m a famous blogging dog and wanted to meet me.

So now I have a new friend. And he smells pretty good too.

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Posted by Bongo on March 23, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: dry wash, hawk, Pets, Trail

Washed Out

18 Feb

I really love going into the wash on my trails. It has the best smells and it’s full of quail to chase. Well, I wish I could chase them. They’re always running away through the bushes long before I ever get near them.

The wash isn’t really a trail, but it does have trails leading down into it. One of those trails, my favorite, my person usually won’t let me use. Sometimes when the ground is moist and soft she lets me go down it but otherwise she says it’s got too many loose rocks for how steep it is. Just because I jumped all over her the one time she did slip. I thought she just got on the ground so we could wrestle. How was I to know?

But there’s another trail into the wash a little ways past that one. It’s not so steep so my person lets me use that one most of the time. Sometimes when it’s been raining a lot she doesn’t want to go into the wash at all. And that’s the most fun time, too. I love splashing in all those puddles. My person just doesn’t know how to have fun.

Today I found a new trail into the wash. And it takes me into the wash even earlier than those other trails.

And guess what. That upper part of the wash has some special surprises in it. Things that must get washed out before they get further down the wash.

Today I found something really special.

The only patch of snow left anywhere on my trails. Time for a treat!

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

Tags: dry wash, Hiking, Outdoors, Pets, snow, Trail

Missing Birds

15 Feb

Normally when I go out on my trails I hear lots of birds chirping or making whatever birdie sound they feel like making. And if I look up into the trees I can usually see birds flitting around in there.

But not today. The birds were quiet, but it certainly wasn’t quiet on my trails.

There was howling, and whistling, and blowing, and my ears got pressed down tight to my head. The clouds overhead were moving so fast I’m surprised there were any left in the sky.

I finally heard one bird overhead, but it went by so fast that I think the wind had grabbed it and was taking it wherever it is that wind goes.

It must have taken all the other birds already.

I was determined that the wind wasn’t going to take me away, so I led my person down into the wash where the wind had trouble getting to us.