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Erasure

Bongo looking under a rockToday there wasn’t a single car parked by my trails.

This doesn’t happen very often.

I had to check under the rocks to make sure there were no cars hiding there.

But there weren’t.

And we didn’t see any people or dogs on my trails either.

I don’t know what happened to everybody.

But I think they were all erased.

Because I caught somebody in the act. Somebody trying to erase my rocks too, and they hadn’t finished yet.

Cloud covered rocks in the distance

Red rocks covered in clouds

I’d better be careful so nobody erases me.

Because my trails are extra fun today.

For some reason there are more puddles than usual.

Bongo looking at a puddle

I love splashing through all the puddles – and tasting them too.

And today I found something really unusual.

I hope they weren’t behind all that erasing, because I’ve never seen anything quite like them on my trails.

Maybe they’re here checking out what’s happening, and they’re here to help.

But what if they’re the cause of the erasures?

I think I’d better keep my distance.

Bubbles on red rocks

Watch out everybody.

Stay away from those bubbles!

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Who’s Using My Kennel?

Bongo by his kennel which has clothes on top of itCheck this out.

Awhile back I got my own dog jail kennel.

I don’t always like being locked up in it, but it is kind of cool having my very own room.

It makes me feel important because my dog jail room takes up space in the house that could be used for other things.

That makes me special.

But something has happened.

My dog jail kennel is near my younger person’s bathroom and the laundry room.

So my younger person decided it was easier to use the top of my dog jail kennel as a shelf to put his clean clothes on.

Is this fair?

I mean, it’s my dog jail.

Shouldn’t it be used as a shelf to store my stuff?

My toys could go up there when I’m not playing with them.

And my treats. Yes, piles and piles of treats would fit up there.

I think if I tried really hard I could reach those treats too.

That would make it easier for my people.

They’d never have to bother giving me treats. I could help myself to them any time I wanted.

So how do I convince my younger person to move his clothes and put my treats there instead?

Oh yeah. I bet if I could reach treats up there I could reach clothes too.

I wonder what he’d think if I got them down and slobbered all over them.

They’d probably end up back in his room really quick.

After he ran them through the wash one more time, that is.

Time for treats!

 
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Posted by on December 20, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Aliens are Gone?

Stacked RocksYesterday I told you about a spot on my trails that I couldn’t investigate because it was guarded by aliens.

So I had to check out other parts of my trails to see if I could find any clues as to who those aliens were.

I found a clue, but I didn’t get to the bottom of my investigation.

Well, today the aliens were gone and I was able to make a direct investigation of that spot.

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Bongo near a stacked rock

Hmmm. That’s a strange looking rock up there.

Definitely looks like it belongs to aliens.

I’ll have to investigate further.

Bongo sniffing a rock

Here’s another strange rock.

Let me see if I can sniff out any clues.

Bongo checking a stacked pile of rocks

A whole pile of rocks. Hmmm.

Bongo sniffing a rock

And another one.

Wait! Wait just a minute!

I’m sniffing something strange.

I think I may have figured this out.

Let me see if my theory is correct.

Bongo with his head against a standing rock

I don’t believe it!

I know what happened here.

These rocks are the aliens!

The aliens turned into solid rock.

I can’t even knock this one over.

Maybe if I water it it will come back to life.

Rock with a wet spot

Nope, that alien is still staying solid as a rock.

Bongo walking away from the rocks

I guess it’s safe to leave this spot.

These aliens aren’t going anywhere.

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

 

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Finding Clues

Bongo looking cool with his Detective Dog hat onI’ve got some investigating to do.

I’ve seen bits and pieces of strange things on my trails the last few days so I’m going to start out right.

I’ve got my Detective Dog hat on already.

I’m ready to go.

So here’s what’s happening.

There’s a spot just off of one of my trails that has strange rocks piled up around a small clearing.

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But my person won’t let me go investigate that spot because when we walk by there are people guarding it.

I’m not sure if they’re really people.

They’re probably aliens or something.

But since they’re guarding that place I’ve got to see if I can find some clues to what that place is somewhere else on my trails.

They had to get to that spot somehow, and that means they’ve probably left some evidence.

I’ve found some strange smells, but for some reason people won’t accept smells as evidence.

If they’d only improve their noses.

So I searched and searched for something my person could see.

And finally I found it.

Way off on a little side trail that hardly anyone ever uses, there it was.

Bongo by a pile of rocks and sticks

Whoever piled up those strange rocks in that other place must pile up rocks wherever they go.

Yup, they’ve been here alright.

Pile of rocks and sticks

Now that I know where they’ve been I’ve just got to figure out who they are.

But until I get to the bottom of this –

Don’t stop and talk to any aliens.

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

 

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The Perfect Garden

Bongo digging with a Frisbee in his mouthThis is cool!

My person is not using her garden at all.

That means it’s mine now.

If my person doesn’t want to plant anything I will.

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Bongo still digging with a Frisbee in his mouth

Just a little bit deeper.

I don’t understand why my person doesn’t want to use this garden.

It’s digging up way easier than normal.

Usually the dirt is hard as a rock and no fun to dig in at all.

This is great!

Bongo digging with the Frisbee in his hole

I think that will do it.

I’ll just plant my Frisbee right here.

Bongo laying his Frisbee in his hole

On second thought, maybe that’s not the right place.

I think I’ll move it a little.

I’ve got to get it in just the right spot for it to grow.

Bongo watching the Frisbee in the hole

Perfect!

Now I’ll just wait.

I should be seeing some new little Frisbees sprouting anytime.

Bongo has a disgusted look and the Frisbee is still in the hole

Something’s wrong here!

This isn’t right!

Not one little Frisbee has started sprouting yet.

Hey person, what did you do to your garden?

It’s all messed up.

 
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Posted by on December 17, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Aliens are Coming!

Bongo on his trailsThere’s something happening on my trails.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think somebody is shining a giant spotlight on my rocks.

Who would do such a thing?

Oh, that’s right – this is Sedona. It’s probably a giant UFO.

That UFO must be hidden among the clouds so nobody can see it.

I bet the aliens in that UFO want to see what’s under the clouds – so they found a hole in the clouds and they’re shining a beam of light right through them.

And that light is hitting my rocks and making them look really strange.

I’d get my Detective Dog hat on and investigate this – but I think Detective Dog is scared of aliens so I’m going to leave this one for someone else to investigate.

I’ll just show you some pictures of what I’ve been seeing and maybe one of you can help me figure this out.

Red rocks with one spot lit up

Close up of lit up red rocks

Lit up Sedona red rocks

Anybody see any aliens?

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Posted by on December 16, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Raising the Dead

English: Raising of Lazarus by Jesus

English: Raising of Lazarus by Jesus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wait a minute. I’m confused.

Last week you told me a story about Lazarus. You said he died and went to heaven.

Now you’re trying to tell me that Lazarus is sick?

I didn’t think people got sick in heaven.

Oh. This is a different Lazarus?

I get it. I think.?

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Lazarus and his sisters Mary and Martha were good friends of Jesus. They lived in Bethany, near Jerusalem.

Lazarus was sick, and his sisters sent word to Jesus to tell him.

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I thought Jesus already knew everything.

I am listening.

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When Jesus heard of Lazarus’ illness He said, “This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.” Jesus loved Martha, Mary, and Lazarus, yet when He heard that Lazarus was sick, he stayed where He was two more days.

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I bet there was good food where He was.

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After two days Jesus said to His disciples, “Let us go back to Judea.”

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I guess they ate all the food.

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Jesus’ disciples were concerned because the Jews tried to stone Him there, so Jesus told them, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I am going there to wake him up.”

The disciples figured Lazarus would be alright if he slept, so Jesus had to tell them plainly. “Lazarus is dead, and for your sake I am glad I was not there, so that you may believe. But let us go to him.”

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Do you think Lazarus ran out of food and starved? Jesus shouldn’t go where there’s no food.

I will listen. I’m just sayin’.

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Thomas said to the rest of the disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with Him.”

When Jesus arrived Lazarus had been dead four days. When Martha heard that Jesus was coming she went out to meet Him.

“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.”

Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.”

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I bet Jesus brought some food with him. I’d rise from the dead if there was food.

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Martha answered Jesus, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.”

Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?”

“Yes, Lord,” she told Him, “I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, who was to come into the world.”

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Hey, wasn’t Martha the one who made all that food when Jesus was there before?

Okay, I’ll listen.

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Martha left to get her sister Mary. When Mary left the house many Jews who were there to comfort her followed her, thinking she was going to the tomb to mourn there.

When Mary reached the place where Jesus was and saw him, she fell at his feet and said, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”

When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. “Where have you laid him?” He asked.

“Come and see, Lord,” they replied.

Jesus wept.

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I’m starting to get teary eyed too now. Do dogs cry?

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Then the Jews said about Jesus, “See how He loved him!”

But some of them said, “Could not He who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?”

Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance. “Take away the stone,” He said.

“But, Lord,” said Martha, “by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days.”

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Martha doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I bet they’ll find a sweet aroma coming out of there.

I am too listening.

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Then Jesus said, “Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?”

So they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that You sent me.”

When He had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face. Jesus said to them, “Take off the grave clothes and let him go.”

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I sure hope they gave him some food.

 
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Posted by on December 15, 2013 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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Distant Neighbors

Dogs in the distance leaving the trailThere they go again.

It’s them!

My neighbors that I don’t even know.

You’d think I wasn’t very neighborly or something, but it’s not true.

I’d be all over those neighbors if my person would let me.

My person and their person. Neither of them are cooperative.

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Huskies walking down the street

Oh, how I long to sniff those butts.

Come on, person. They’re not that far ahead of us. We could walk faster and catch up easily.

What do you mean, we’re not going to walk faster? We’re just going to hang back?

What kind of a neighborly neighbor are you?

Come on. Let’s go!

We would not get into a tousle!

You know I’m the perfect dog. I’m sure they’re perfect too.

Three huskies down the street. One of them sniffing something

Look, that one dog is stopping to take a sniff.

I bet he would rather be sniffing me.

I bet he’s waiting for me to catch up.

What do you mean, we already finished our trail walk?

What about my streets? We hardly ever get to walk on my streets.

I sure wish I didn’t have to keep such a close watch on you person.

If I thought I could trust you I’d let you off the leash and go after those dogs myself.

But you might wander in front of a car and get hit.

Guess I’ll have to wait to sniff meet those dogs.

Oh, the things a dog has to go through for his people.

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

 

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Where’s the Mud Puddle?

Bongo near vehicle covered with mudLook at this!

Here I’ve been struggling to find adventures lately and this vehicle must have been having all kinds of adventures.

I’ve never come off my trails looking like this.

I’ve been wet before – when I go on trails with a swimming hole.

But I’ve never found a mud puddle big enough to bathe me in mud.

I wonder where this vehicle found a mud puddle that big?

Can you imagine!?

I would be swimming in mud if I found the puddle that got this thing so muddy.

I bet that would be fun. Splashing mud all over the place.

I might even get a few drops of it on my people.

They’d look funny with mud all over them.

Their smiles would turn upside down and –

Oh wait. I can already see them grabbing me by the collar and pulling me out of my newly found mud puddle.

Guess I’d better be careful about the splashing part.

But where can this mud puddle be?

Maybe I can get some clues if I sniff around here.

Bongo sniffing near vehicle covered with mud

Hmmm.

I think I might know where these smells came from.

Come on, person. Let go of my leash.

I’ve got to go find that mud puddle.

 
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Posted by on December 13, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Poinsettia Day

Bongo wearing a poinsettia hat

Today is Poinsettia Day.

Like my hat?

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

 

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