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Squeakers be Found

Hooray! My person cleaned out her closet and found the missing package of squeakers. You know what that means? Replacement squeakers for my silent toys. Now they can squeak again.

I don’t know if these toys get mad at me or what? They squeak along just fine and then one day they won’t make any sound at all. But my person fixed that. She bought a whole bag of squeakers – and then she lost them.

I thought maybe my younger person threw them away. He doesn’t like it when I squeak my toys. Sometimes he throws them behind the couch where I can’t reach them. I try to be good around him, but making that squeaky sound is so wonderful that I just can’t help myself. I especially like to play catch with my squeaky toys in between squeaking them. It’s almost as good as having a nice meaty bone – but not quite.

Oh, no! I thought my person was going to give my toys new squeakers and she threw them out instead. Why??? I did what!? My person said I chewed the toys up so much that the squeakers will just fall out. That can’t be. Never!

Do I have to wait all the way to Christmas before I get new toys?

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Posted by Bongo on October 27, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Squeak, Toy

Devil’s Kitchen

26 Oct

I’m beat. My person did it to me again. We went out for our walk, but when we got to the place we normally turn back we went the other way. We go that way sometimes, but not very often. We walked along for awhile on the trail and then my person took me on another trail. She said she’d never been on this trail before, but she was taking me someplace special. She’d been there, but she’d taken her car and walked on a much shorter trail. We could have gone in the car. I wouldn’t mind.

This new trail wasn’t bad. It was mostly downhill so we could go fast. I tried to follow a couple coyote trails that I smelled, but my person said it wasn’t the right way. How did she know? She said she’d never been on this trail before.

We didn’t see many people on the way, but I heard some strange voices coming out of Coffee Pot Rock. They were all tinny and echoey. I didn’t know that that rock could talk.

Well the rock got quiet when we walked around its base. I guess we scared it. I almost didn’t recognize the rock. It looks different when you’re that close.

The trail went past a really cool house.

One little part of the trail was actually a road and we had to get out of the way when a couple vehicles came by. It was hard enough to walk up and down that road. All steep and rocky. Those vehicles were going very slow.

We finally got to the special place. I ran right up to the edge to check it out. It was nothing but a big hole in the ground. My person said it’s called Devil’s Kitchen. An underground part became hollow first and then the whole thing fell in.

After checking out that hole we headed back home. My person didn’t tell me we were going to have to go uphill.

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Posted by Bongo on October 26, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Hiking, Outdoors, Pets, Photography, Recreation, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Trail, Walking

Wait for Dinner

25 Oct

I think there’s some kind of double standard around here. At dinner time it’s my person’s job to feed Scratchy and my younger person’s job to feed me. Well, my person is usually somewhere near the kitchen so as soon as Scratchy says something she’s right there with the food. Then you know what she tells me? She tells me to go ask my younger person to feed me.

She’s right there in the kitchen – right near my food – and I have to go ask someone else for my dinner. My younger person is usually in his room on his computer or something and he won’t get up to feed me until he’s good and ready. I’m starving here. What makes it even worse is that Scratchy is sitting there savoring every bite and making sure I know about it.

At least my person could make Scratchy wait too, but she says she never used to feed him dinner. She says she used to feed Scratchy only once a day, but when I started stealing his food she had to feed him little bits more often.

Scratchy, I was trying to do you a favor here. You could stand to lose a little weight and I was trying to help you out. Instead you get fed twice a day now and I have to wait for my dinner. Don’t blame me, but I have to say I told you so. You’re going to be one fat cat.

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Posted by Bongo on October 25, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Food, Pets, Scratchy

Want a Kiss?

24 Oct

I think I’m in love. No, I’m not talking about a Mrs. Bongo. That’s not in the picture. Today I was walking along the trail minding my own business when this little girl came walking toward me. And man, oh man, this little girl was just the right height. We were face to face. Perfect for kissing. Those nice, big, juicy, slobbery kisses. I just love to give ‘em. And if someone wants to give me one back, that’s fine too.

But you know what? She kind of held me at a distance. You know how those things are. I like you a lot, but I just want to be friends. Talk about total rejection. Friends. And all I wanted to do was kiss her. I won’t even tell. I promise.

Total dejection. But I’m not the kind of dog that stays dejected for long. I’m up and at ‘em. Always on the go. Happy go lucky me. If she won’t kiss me I’ll do something else. I think I’ll go kiss her dad.

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Posted by Bongo on October 24, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Kiss, Pets, Relationships

Super Dog

22 Oct

I’m in dire straits. My person said the pet store here doesn’t have any dog costumes that would fit me. I don’t know what to do. I tried using a towel as a cape, but it’s just not working. I just don’t feel like Super Dog. Maybe I could use the anxiety wrap that my person got me – but that doesn’t feel like a costume anymore – and besides, I’d rather put that away for good, or at least until next thunder season.

Maybe I could wrap Scratchy around my neck – after all, he is a black cat. He’d never go for it though. What to do, what to do. People clothes. I could put on one of my person’s T shirts. No, that would never work. I’d just look like a dog wearing a T shirt. I wouldn’t be anything special. I want to be something. I want to be some dog.

Hey, I’ve got it. Check this out. I had it all the time. All I had to do was sit up straight. Look at me. I’m Super Dog!

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Posted by Bongo on October 22, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Costume, Pets, Scratchy

Thunder Trucks

21 Oct

Things were a little frightening this morning. My person let me go outside as usual – so far, so good. We came back in and she fed Scratchy – always Scratchy first – I’m rolling my eyes here. Then she fed me, and before I could even stick my nose into my bowl it happened. The lights went out and there was a loud bang. It sounded like thunder – loud thunder like when it’s right near our house.

I was not a happy camper. As a matter of fact, I was quite scared. When it thunders once it almost always thunders more. I couldn’t even eat my breakfast. Then these things in the house started making beepy noises. I didn’t like that either. They might have been helping the thunder get ready to come back again. Finally my person opened a cabinet door, moved a black box, pushed a button and the beepy noises stopped.

While all this was going on some white trucks invaded our neighborhood. They must have been there to keep the thunder from coming back because it never thundered any more, but the lights did come back on. Those trucks must be new because there weren’t any around the last time we had thunder. I sure hope they come back next time we have a storm.

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Posted by Bongo on October 21, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Scratchy, Thunder

Best Toys

20 Oct

I’m really bummed. My person said that I’m not allowed to post to my blog anymore unless I share it with Scratchy sometimes. Okay, I guess so. Scratchy, it’s your turn now.

Hi everybody. It’s me, Scratchy. This is fun taking over Bongo’s blog and I don’t even have to sneak this time. My person made Bongo let me write. I thought I’d tell you about my absolutely favorite kind of toy in the world. I just love playing with chenille wires. My person says they used to call them pipe cleaners, but hardly anyone smokes a pipe anymore and they (whoever decides what to call things) probably didn’t want kids making crafts out of something that’s used to clean a pipe.

The first time I discovered how much fun these chenille things are I had to steal them from my younger person. That was when he was even more younger and still did crafts. Now that my person knows that I like them she gives them to me sometimes. It’s great fun to toss them around and pretend I’ve caught a mouse.

Scratchy – I’m taking my blog back. What you’re writing is so boring. Who cares about chenille wires. Balls and Frisbees are so much more fun – or maybe a squeaky stuffed animal – shaped like a cat.

Hijacked! (bongodogblog.wordpress.com)
Scratchy (bongodogblog.wordpress.com)

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Posted by Bongo on October 20, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Bongo, Pets, Pipe cleaner, Scratchy

Adventures of a Dead Mouse

19 Oct

I saw a dead mouse on my walk today. I tried to get my person to take a picture of it, but she wouldn’t do it. She said nobody would want to see a picture of a dead mouse. I don’t know why. I thought it was pretty interesting.

I’ve never seen a dead mouse before, or any kind of dead animal for that matter. My person says that they don’t stick around that way for long because somebody eats them. I wouldn’t have minded checking it out, but once my person saw it she made me leave.

I wonder why it hadn’t been eaten yet. Maybe a coyote caught it but a bear chased the coyote and the coyote dropped it. Maybe it was trampled by a herd of javelina. Maybe a hawk caught it, but an eagle tried to get it from the hawk and the hawk dropped it. Maybe it died of old age and nobody had discovered the new meat market yet.

I guess I’ll never know why that mouse was still there. I bet I know one thing though. I won’t find it there tomorrow.

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Posted by Bongo on October 19, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets

Mistaken Identity

18 Oct

Rumpy

While my person and I were out walking I saw a dog that looked like my blogging friend Rumpy. He was with two other dogs and a person, and they were walking through a dry wash. My person and I were on the trail a little way above the wash.

Well of course I wanted to go see my friend. I hadn’t met Rumpy in person before – only in blogger space. I tugged and yanked on my leash and my person tugged and yanked back, but I usually have the advantage when it’s a downhill run. I finally broke free from my person and headed down the hill toward my friend.

Oops. I discovered too late that this was not my friend at all – and this dog was not very happy to see me. He raised his hair and I raised mine. We checked each other out and then we started to tousle.

The other dog’s person made him leave and I was so embarrassed that I went right where my person told me to go. Back up the hill and home.

No one was hurt in this embarrassing episode except for my person. She scraped her hand trying to keep me from going down the hill. Silly person. All she had to do was tell me that wasn’t my friend down there. I would have listened. Really I would. I hope she doesn’t make me pay for her band-aid.

P.S. Rumpy has a really great blog. You can check it out at http://rumpydog.wordpress.com.

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Posted by Bongo on October 18, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Rumpy, Trail

Puddle Pull

17 Oct

There’s a really cool puddle that my person and I come across when we go out for our walks. Most of the year it’s just some sand in a low spot on a big rock. When we get rain the water stays in this low spot and a puddle forms. The puddle shrinks each day until it rains again and then it gets big.

I love this puddle because it has all kinds of interesting smells. I can smell the coyotes that go to drink there at night, and some of the smaller animals too. The only problem is that whenever we get to this puddle my person tries to get me away from it. She tells me not to drink the water. I’m not sure what’s so different about the puddle water. She lets me drink all the water I want at home, so what’s the problem? I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with that water. After all, the sand where I used to do my business is completely covered up.

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Posted by Bongo on October 17, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Puddle, Water