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Thanks for the Cookies

Bongo watching a sack of Christmas cookies on the floorMy person says it’s polite to write thank you notes for the presents I get.

When it comes to cookies I’d rather eat them than write notes.

But my person says I’ve got to do it.

I could probably write the note with my slobber.

If I can’t get to these cookies soon I’m not going to have any left though.

My friend and neighbor dog Toby gave me these cookies for Christmas.

Oh yeah, I guess I kind of stretched the truth a little a couple days ago when I said I had a horrible Christmas, because I did get treats.

So here goes my thank you note:

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Dear Toby,

Thank you so much for the Christmas cookies you gave me.

They’re really good.

I would have eaten all of them by now, but my person won’t let me.

My Christmas would have been really bad if I hadn’t gotten these treats from you, but any day with treats is always the best.

Oh, and Toby…

Bongo looking at Christmas cookies

I’m almost out of cookies.

Do you think you could bring me some more?

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

 

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The Fry

Bongo looking aroundWait! What?

Yeah, I know my younger person is coming home. He comes home every weekend.

He what!?

He’s not going away again in a couple days?

He’s here for a whole month?

Oh oh – I mean, yay, he’ll be here for a whole month.

Hmm. He yells at me when I try to pull mischief on my person. What to do? What to do?

I’m going to have to get sneakier with my mischief. It’s hard enough now when I keep getting locked up in dog jail.

Now I’ve got to work even harder.

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First, let’s see.

My younger person always has food around. There’s got to be a way to get some of it.

Bongo looking at food while his younger person looks on

How can I get at that food without him seeing me?

Oh look, he’s going to give me some.Younger person holding up a french fry for Bongo

Want the fry! Want the fry!

Oh please, hurry and give me that.

Can’t you see I’m drooling here?

I can already taste it.

Bongo looking disappointed

I don’t believe it!

He ate it.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Locked Out from Fun

Bongo in dog jail looking sadI am so bummed out!

You know that dog jail thing my person got me.

I was kind of getting used to it – sort of.

But one thing I missed was being able to steal eat all the leftover cat food that Scratchy didn’t want.

And to go counter surfing when something smelled good up there.

And to mess up my person’s bed.

Nothing major. I just like to have a little fun.

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So I had to start doing it when my person was still home.

I’d wait until she went into another room – and then I’d be on it.

The only problem is that sometimes she could hear me and I’d get caught.

So I waited until she went into the bathroom and turned the water on.

No way is she going to hear me over that.

And I had it pretty good for a couple days.

But then – my person did something she’d never done before.

Bongo looking like he wants out of his kennel

She locked me in my dog jail when she wasn’t even leaving the house.

How could she?

This is terrible!

Scratchy’s food dish is going to get so full he won’t know what to do with all that food.

I’ve got to clean his dish out so there’s room for more food.

What am I going to do?

Bongo waiting to come out of his kennel

Scratchy, don’t eat everything!

I’ll be out to clean up your dish as soon as I figure out this latch.

 
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Posted by on November 30, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Banquet

Bongo at the table smiling

This Bible story is about food?

I can’t wait to hear it. I’m drooling already.

Did Jesus feed thousands of people again?

I’m all ears.

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Jesus went to eat at the house of a prominent Pharisee.

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Oh, I get it. Someone fed Jesus this time. I wonder if that Pharisee invites dogs to eat at his house.

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Jesus said to His host, “When you give a luncheon or dinner, do not invite your friends, your brothers or relatives, or your rich neighbors; if you do, they may invite you back and so you will be repaid. But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed. Although they cannot repay you, you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.”

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I can’t repay for my dinner, so I should be invited all the time.

I’m listening. I’m listening.

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When one of those at the table with him heard this, he said to Jesus, “Blessed is the man who will eat at the feast in the kingdom of God.”

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Blessed is the dog too.

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Jesus replied,: “A certain man was preparing a great banquet and invited many guests. At the time of the banquet he sent his servant to tell those who had been invited, ‘Come, for everything is now ready.’

But they all alike began to make excuses. The first said, ‘I have just bought a field, and I must go and see it. Please excuse me.’

“Another said, ‘I have just bought five yoke of oxen, and I’m on my way to try them out. Please excuse me.’

“Still another said, ‘I just got married, so I can’t come.’”

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If all those people can’t come that means there will be lots of leftovers. I bet they’ll give them to me and all my dog buddies.

I am listening. I’m waiting for the food part.

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Jesus continued, “The servant came back and reported this to his master. Then the owner of the house became angry and ordered his servant, ‘Go quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame.’

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Don’t bring in too many of those people. There won’t be any food left for us dogs.

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“’Sir,’ the servant said, ‘what you ordered has been done, but there is still room.’”

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Oh good. Time for a dog party.

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“Then the master told his servant, ‘Go out to the roads and country lanes and make them come in, so that my house will be full. I tell you, not one of those men who were invited will get a taste of my banquet.’”

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Here I am. I’m on this country lane out here. I’ll eat the banquet that those ungrateful men wouldn’t come and eat.

Jesus does care about dogs, doesn’t He?

 
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Posted by on November 10, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Don’t Get Caught

Bongo on the CouchWhat do you mean, I need to hear this Bible story and it’s going to teach me a lesson?

I don’t need any lessons. I already know everything I need to know.

Okay, I’ll listen.

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Jesus said, “Who then is the faithful and wise manager, whom the master puts in charge of his servants to give them their food allowance at the proper time?”

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Oh, now I get it. You’re planning to put me in charge of Scratchy’s food allowance.

I’m listening with all ears now.

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Jesus continued, “It will be good for that servant whom the master finds doing so when he returns. I tell you the truth, he will put him in charge of all his possessions.”

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This is a trick, isn’t it? To get me not to eat Scratchy’s food. If I actually give Scratchy his food, then I’ll get put in charge of everything. And I can eat all your food and my food too.

This is getting good.

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Jesus said, “But suppose the servant says to himself, ‘My master is taking a long time in coming,’ and he then begins to beat the menservants and maidservants and to eat and drink and get drunk. The master of that servant will come on a day when he does not expect him and at an hour he is not aware of. He will cut him to pieces and assign him a place with the unbelievers.”

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Wait a minute. What are you saying?

You mean that if I get into mischief because I think you’re not coming home for awhile I might get into trouble?

You know Scratchy does all that stuff, don’t you?

Oh. You’re saying it’s like the times you came in when I wasn’t expecting you and you caught me sleeping on the couch.

Okay, I admit I slept on the couch once or twice.

But Scratchy still did all the rest of the stuff.

Maybe you could send Jesus to give Scratchy what for.

 
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Posted by on October 13, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Half a Walk

Profile of Bongo on the trailSometimes I just can’t figure people out. They just don’t make any sense.

I started taking my person for a walk and we had hardly gotten out on my trails when she said, “We have to go back.”

What gives? We never go on this short of a walk. If she’s in this much of a hurry she just lets me out in the back yard.

My person said something about frozen food she left in the trunk.

I don’t know what she’s worried about. That food will still be in the trunk when we get back from our walk.

And if it stops being frozen and she doesn’t want it any more, I’ll eat it.

That food’s not going to go to waste.

As long as it’s not frozen olives in the trunk, that is. I won’t eat those in any way, shape, or form.

But I’ll eat all the other not frozen food.

So don’t worry person. We can go on our walk, and I’ll take care of the food when we get back home.

Well, my person wouldn’t go for it and we had to go back.

She got all the food out of the trunk and put it away – and then she said since we’d already had part of a walk and she had to be somewhere soon, we could only go on half a walk.

You should have left that food up to me, person.

I was really getting frustrated with my person until we got back from our half a walk.

Not only had she gone to the frozen food store, she’d gotten me something special at the pet store.

Bongo chewing on something

She got me an antler.

Bongo chewing on an antler

I needed one of those.

Maybe we should go on half a walk more often.

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

 

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Food on the Table

Bongo near a table of foodI’ve got it all figured out now. All I have to do is convince my person there’s thunder outside and I’m scared to leave the house.

Sometimes I have to get Scratchy to growl – you know that low quiet kind of growl that cats do. And my person will think she’s heard thunder.

Then I get to go.

As soon as I hear the word car I’m out of here and headed for the car door.

 

I don’t care where we’re going as long as I get to go in the car – well, as long as it doesn’t end up at the dog hotel.

Today I really lucked out. I got to go to lunch.

Bongo at the table smiling

I really got excited when they brought the food to the table.

I couldn’t wait to see which plate was mine.

Bongo waiting patiently at the table

I waited patiently. It seemed like it was taking a long time for someone to hand me my plate.

My person got busy talking to our friends who were at the table with us.

I think she forgot all about me. They all started eating and talking.

Hey! Where’s mine?

I finally had to take things into my own hands paws.

Bongo sniffing the food

This one smells the best. It must be mine.

Do you believe it? They pushed me away and nobody shared even one little bite with me.

They ate all their food, and mine too.

Next time I come here, I’m having my plate served on the ground.

 
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Posted by on August 7, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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