I was hanging out in my dog jail – actually I was locked in my dog jail –
When Gizmo did what he does best.
Gizmo was up to no good.
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He tried to steal my frog.
But Gizmo didn’t realize I’d sent my snake to get him.
There’s more than one way to skin a cat.
Scratchy, the cat I live with has really been full of mischief lately and I was about to post more of the mischief he’s been pulling.
But I had to change things around.
You see, over the weekend my younger person’s friend came over and he was so full of mischief that he deserves star billing.
He locked my frog in dog jail – and then to make it even worse, he locked himself in there with the frog.
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But no one can hold mischief over me for long.
I rescued the frog.
Poor frog. Did they hurt you?
I’d better remove my frog from dog jail.
Nobody’s locking up my frog again.
While I’ve been the perfect dog lately, Scratchy has been getting into mischief. Just look at him. My person was getting ready to make lunch and after she got all the stuff out she walked away. And what does Scratchy do? He gets right up on the counter and tries to help himself to lunch.
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You’d think Scratchy owned the place the way he’s sticking his nose into that yogurt container.
But Scratchy didn’t stop there. No siree!
After Scratchy helped himself to my person’s lunch he snuck into the bathroom and tried to eat the frog.
But I’m having none of that. I’m going to protect that frog from that mischievous cat Scratchy.
Get down you evil cat. Leave that poor frog alone!
Never mind. Hey frog, you’re on your own this time.
What that frog has to go through. I bet my person’s going to have to clean his container out after that episode.
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I’m stuck at the dog hotel and I take no responsibility for what’s posted here.
Hey everybody, this is Scratchy. Bongo’s not here, so I’m taking over his blog. He’ll never know.
It’s really kind of quiet here with everybody gone. Just me and the frog, which would be a good thing if I could get to that frog – but he’s in the bathroom and the door is shut.
I’m missing my person – and don’t you ever tell him, but I’m missing Bongo too. He kind of livens up the place.
I’ve been trying to come up with some new things to pass the time until everyone comes home again. It’s kind of hard to do that, but I did find a new place to hang out. My person never uses this thing much when she is here. I guess that’s because she spends way too much time on the computer.
It’s not really all that comfortable here, but it does give me a good view out the window.
Whoa! What’s happening? My mind is playing strange tricks on me. I just had visions of Bongo trying to get up here with me.
Maybe I’d better go back to hanging out on the couch. I don’t think I really meant it about missing Bongo.
It is so nice and peaceful here.
Scratchy
Hey person! Scratchy’s hiding in the bathroom!
I’d get him down for you but I can’t jump that high.
Come on, get him down person. You know what he’s going to do. He thinks we don’t know what he’s up to. As soon as he thinks nobody’s looking he’s going to jump down on the counter and get the frog.
Person, you shouldn’t have left the bathroom door open. It kind of defeats the purpose of leaving the frog in there so Scratchy can’t get him.
Scratchy, get down. I know what you’re up to. You’d better come down because I’m going to chase you as soon as you leave the bathroom.
Wait a minute. Maybe I should let Scratchy get that frog. If he gets the frog out of his container that frog would go hopping all over the house. What fun, pouncing on a hopping frog.
Never mind person, I think Scratchy’s under your bed.
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My person bought a new shell for our frog. It’s a special shell that’s kind of like his bed. He hangs out in it sometimes. I found the shell sitting on the kitchen counter and it was covered in plastic. I don’t think the frog can use it with the plastic on it. It makes it hard for the frog to get inside it.
I figured I’d do my person a favor and get the plastic off of it for her. I took the shell of the counter and began to chew the plastic off of it. Then I chewed the plastic into little bits because it felt really good to chew on it.
My person was not very happy with me when she came home and had to pick up the little bits of plastic. Sometimes I don’t know what’s wrong with her. I did her a favor. I got the plastic off and I didn’t even hurt the shell.
Bongo
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