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The Bag

Bongo checking out a black bagMy trails have been full of strange things lately.

Yesterday it was that tarantula.

Today, I saw something hanging out next to my trails and I had to go over and investigate.

It turned out to be a big, black bag.

A shopping bag.

Now I’ve got a new mystery on my paws.

Where are the stores on my trails?

I mean, if you’re going to go shopping there has to be a store to go shopping at.

Do you think somebody knows something about my trails that I don’t know?


I’d better get on my Detective Dog hat.

Detective Dog

Who knows what kinds of stores I might find with a little investigation.

There might be treat stores.

Or toy stores.

I’d better dig further into this.

Maybe I’ll discover something if I check out this bag a little more thoroughly.

Notice I’m using some heavy duty detective words.

So what’s in this bag?

Mustard Seed Shopper bag

Mustard seed shopper?

You mean all you can use this bag for is to shop for mustard seeds?

What good are mustard seeds?

Oh yeah, isn’t there something about having faith like a mustard seed.

So maybe this bag is about having faith.

And I’ve got faith for sure.

I’ve got faith that I’m going to find those treat and toy stores.


Posted by on August 5, 2014 in Bongo, dogs, humor


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The Kingdom of God is Like…

Mustard treeJesus told people what the kingdom of God is like? Is that like telling people what heaven is like?

I can’t wait to hear. I bet it’s wonderful.

I bet there is lots of water with fish in it.

And the fish jump right out of the water and into our mouths.

And when we’ve had our fill of fish we can go swimming.

And there are lots of cats to chase – or better yet, no cats at all.

Oh. Oops. Some of my blogging friends are cats.

There are certain cats allowed – but no others.

And there are no leashes – we don’t have to keep our people on leashes because it’s impossible to get lost in heaven.

And we can run free wherever and whenever we want.

And when we get tired of running there are lots of treats waiting for us, and a nice cozy spot to curl up for a nap.

Is that what Jesus says heaven is like?

Okay, I’ll listen to what Jesus says.


Jesus asked, “What is the kingdom of God like?”


What do you mean, Jesus asked that?

I thought Jesus knew everything. Isn’t He God?

He should know what His own kingdom is like.

Yes, I’ll listen.


Jesus asked another question. “What shall I compare the kingdom of God to?”


Oh, I get it. Jesus was thinking out loud. That’s what I do on my blog all the time.

I’m listening person.


Jesus said the kingdom of God is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his garden.


I get it! The man planted something and now us dogs get to go dig it up.

That’s heaven, right?


Jesus said that though the mustard seed is the smallest of all the seeds the people had, when it grows it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, and the birds of the air come and perch on its branches.


That’s what the kingdom of God is like?

Oh, now I see. The Bible talks about self control. So if I control myself and don’t dig up that seed – and keep all the other dogs from digging up that seed – then we will have a tree to leave messages on.

I almost forgot that it’s really important to have trees in heaven.


Posted by on October 27, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor


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Back Down the Mountain

Jesus heals boy with evil spiritI bet those disciples had a hard time coming down the mountain after Jesus turned all white in that story you told me last week.

But I guess they had to come down. There weren’t any fish on top of that mountain.

So did they get some fish when they got down from the mountain?


When they came down to the other disciples they saw a large crowd around them and teachers of the law arguing with them. When the people saw Jesus they ran to greet him and he asked them what they were arguing about.


I bet they were arguing about who had the most fish.

I am listening.


A man in the crowd answered Jesus. “Teacher, I brought you my son, who is possessed by a spirit that has robbed him of speech. Whenever it seizes him, it throws him to the ground. He foams at the mouth, gnashes his teeth and becomes rigid.


I bet he’s just upset because he didn’t get any fish for dinner.

Okay, I’ll listen.


The man said he’d asked Jesus’ disciples to drive out the spirit from his son, but they couldn’t.


That man’s son must really be mad.


“O unbelieving generation,” Jesus said, “how long shall I stay with you? How long shall I put up with you? Bring the boy to me.”

They brought the boy to Jesus and when the evil spirit saw Jesus it immediately threw the boy into a convulsion.


That spirit must be really mad. I bet it wouldn’t even respond if you slapped it in the face with a big fish.


The boy’s father said to Jesus, “If you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”

“If you can?” said Jesus. “Everything is possible for him who believes.”

Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”

Jesus rebuked the spirit and it came out of the boy.


Woo woo! Give that boy some fish! And Jesus too.

Why don’t you think I’m listening?


The disciples came to Jesus and asked him privately, “Why couldn’t we drive it out?”

Jesus replied, “Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”


I think I need to work on my faith.

When my faith is strong enough I’ll be able to tell a school of fish to move from the ocean to my dinner plate.


Posted by on July 21, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor


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