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The Sunny Spot

Scratchy in the Sunny SpotThere’s only one room in our house that gets a good sunny spot. And it’s the room that my people haven’t been spending much time in.

So for a long time I didn’t even notice that sunny spot. I was busy doing my dog duty and hanging around where my people are.

After all, they might need me to protect them from something.

But Scratchy isn’t such a dutiful cat.

He hangs out in that sunny spot even when nobody else is in the room. And to make it worse, he leaves clumps of his fur there. I guess he’s trying to claim that spot as his territory.

Well, my person went into that sunny spot room to pick up all Scratchy’s territory claiming furballs, and I followed her.

And I discovered something. I discovered the sunny spot and now it’s mine.

Bongo and Scratchy in the Sunny Spot

Scratchy, I’ll let you have a little corner of my new sunny spot. But only when the spot’s big.

And don’t you go leaving any of your furballs anywhere near here.

 
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Posted by on November 21, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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The Can

Squashed Soup CanI don’t know what you’re talking about person. What can? Where?

Oh, that one. My younger person’s been home this weekend. He’s the one who eats the stuff in those cans. He never saves any for me. He probably left that can there.

I don’t know why he’d squash that can. Maybe he was bored. Or maybe he was angry and he took it out on that can.

What tooth marks? Where?

On the other side of the can? Then it couldn’t have been me. I can’t even see the other side of the can. Maybe my younger person poked the can with a nail or something.

Besides, how come you’re always asking me? Did you ask Scratchy? He’s got sharp teeth. And claws too. Have you ever met up with those claws?

I bet Scratchy could too have squished that can. Have you ever seen him when he’s mad?

Person, I don’t know how you could possibly think I did it. See, I’ve just been sitting here innocently chewing on my snake the whole time.

Bongo playing with a toy snake near the squashed can

Besides, there was hardly anything left to lick in that can.

 
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Posted by on November 20, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Real Men Rescue Cats

Real Men Rescue CatsI was taking my person to my trails and had just about gotten there when I saw something on the back of a car in the parking lot – and I stopped in my tracks.

“Real Men Rescue Cats” Now what kind of a sign is that? And what would that sign be doing here – by my trails. This is a dog and people trail. I don’t see cats on these trails. And if a cat ever tries to sneak over here from one of those houses across the street I chase that cat back to its house.

Sometimes I see real men on my trails. I even get loves from some of them. But I never see them rescuing any cats.

So what’s a real dog to do? At least I don’t have to rescue any cats.

Should I tell those real men on my trails that there aren’t any cats here and they need to go somewhere else to find them?

But then those real men wouldn’t be on my trails to give me loves.

I could still get loves from the real women because they wouldn’t need to go rescue cats.

Wait a minute! What am I thinking? Rescuing cats? Was I almost getting a soft spot for those cats that need rescuing?

Oops. Please nobody tell Scratchy about that. I’m sure glad he doesn’t read my blog.

Scratchy at the Computer

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Posted by on November 19, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Swallowed Up

English: The Death of Korah, Dathan and Abiram...

English: The Death of Korah, Dathan and Abiram, by Gustave Doré (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hey person, after those Israelites were chased down the hill by the Amalekites what happened?

They didn’t? No way. Isn’t that kind of like a bully who gets beat on so he turns around to pick on somebody else?

I’m listening.

After the Amalekites chased the Israelites down the hill and the Israelites realized they were stuck in the wilderness for forty years for not trusting God, they decided to turn on Moses and his brother Aaron.

Well, three of them Korah, Dathan, and Abiram turned on Moses and Aaron, and they had 250 other guys with them. They didn’t like that God spoke to Moses and that Aaron was the high priest. They figured they should all have equal access to God and be equal with Moses and Aaron.

Moses told these guys who had turned on him that it was against the Lord they had turned. He summoned Dathan and Abiram but they refused to come and just grumbled that Moses hadn’t brought them into a land flowing with milk and honey.

I’d be complaining if I was left in the desert too. Sand doesn’t taste anything like dog treats.

Yes, I’m listening.

The Lord knew that Korah, Dathan, and Abiram had gone too far and He told Moses to tell everyone to move away from their tents. When the people had moved, the ground opened up and swallowed the three rebels along with their tents and all their stuff.

I was looking for a tent for my miracle healings the other day. Maybe I’d better stay away from tents.

I am listening person. You can go on with the story. I’m waiting.

The Lord decided to get rid of the grumbling so He told Moses to collect the staff of a leader from each of the tribes of Israel and write the owner’s name on it. The Lord said that the staff belonging to the man He chose would sprout.

The next day Aaron’s staff had not only sprouted, but had budded, blossomed, and produced almonds too. The Lord told Moses to put Aaron’s staff in front of the tablets with the Ten Commandments on them as a reminder to the rebellious.

Do you think I could get a staff like that? But I don’t think I want mine to come from an almond tree. Do you think I could get one from that bone tree I found?

 

 
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Posted by on November 18, 2012 in Bongo, Dogology, humor

 

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The Bone Tree

Tree with the sun shining throughThere’s a special tree near the beginning of my trails. Well, actually there are two special trees.

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One is the peanut tree.

That’s where those pesky squirrels keep all their peanuts until they get hungry for them. I’m just waiting to catch one of those pesky squirrels under there.

Squirrel in a tree

But that’s not the tree I’m talking about. The other special tree is the bone tree. I found it when my person wanted to go back by it to take pictures of some flowers. What a treat! There are bones everywhere under there.

But my person wouldn’t let me take any of them home with me.

And now she won’t even let me go back near that tree.

But something’s been happening lately. Some of those bones have been finding their way out near my trail.

I don’t know what dog in his right mind would put a bone there and just leave it. But that’s what happened.

But now I have a real dilemma.

My person won’t let me take the bones I find.

Maybe I can nonchalantly (did I say that word?) walk by that bone and quietly snatch it up as I keep walking along.

That didn’t work either. She made me drop it.

Come on, person. Let me have that bone!

Bongo trying to get a bone

I guess I’m one of those dogs I was talking about who’s not in his right mind.

No! No! Let me have the bone!

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Posted by on November 17, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Fuzzballs

Field of FuzzballsI don’t know what my person is doing now. We’ve run out of flowers for her to take pictures of, so here she is taking pictures of a field of fuzzballs.

What good are these things? They aren’t a pretty color, they aren’t good for sniffing, and they’re no good to eat. I think my person needs to put her camera away.

I’ve got to get on to some good smells. I’ve got to find out what all my friends are up to, and I’m not getting anywhere here.

Fuzzballs close up

Okay, that’s enough. How can I convince my person that she’s taken enough pictures?

Oh look. A distraction.

Hey person, over here. This bush still has some yellow on it. Maybe you should take some pictures over here.

Bongo by a bush of yellow

It worked! She’s over looking at those yellow things – and by the time she realizes that they’ve turned more brown than yellow…

I will have taken care of her picture taking for the day.

Bongo watering a fuzzball bush

Come on, person. Time to go.

 
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Posted by on November 16, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Nurse Bongo

Bongo Kissing his Person's AnkleI was so bummed yesterday. My person had twisted her ankle the day before and she was limping, and moaning, and saying it hurt really bad.

So yesterday morning she said I wasn’t going to get my walk.

What do you mean I’m not getting my walk? I always get my walk.

Not only that, but my person said I had to take care of her.

Well, I take care of her by barking if a stranger comes into the yard, or by keeping Scratchy out of her room so he won’t bother her. But what does she mean – take care of her? Do I have to get a new hat now – a Nurse Dog hat?

I’ve never been Nurse Dog before, but I’ll do anything to get my walk. So I kissed my person’s ankle, and I guess I did a good job being Nurse Dog because my person felt so good she got up and left me – alone. Well, alone with Scratchy. She got in her car and left.

See if I ever put on a Nurse Dog hat again.

But then my person came back and said she felt good enough to take me for a walk. Woo woo!

I’m not sure why, but my person walked kind of slow. I didn’t mind though because it gave me extra time to get some good sniffs in.

But now I’m thinking, if my Nurse Dog skills got my person better that fast, maybe what I need isn’t a Nurse Dog hat at all. It’s something else.

What about Miracle Healer Dog hat? Come on over to my house. I’ll heal you pronto.

Wait a minute. I don’t need a hat for that at all. But I could do with a big tent in the yard.

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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New Neighbors?

RV in the trail head parking lotI have some new neighbors. At least I think I have some new neighbors. I haven’t seen them yet, but they put their house in the parking lot of my trailhead.

I’ve never seen a house in the parking lot before, but I guess someone has moved in here because this house has been around for a few days.

I wonder where my new neighbors have gone. They never seem to be here.

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Bongo and the RV

Maybe if I go over to this side of the house I’ll find something. Maybe the neighbors don’t like that side and they’re hanging around over here.

No, I don’t see anyone.

Bongo Looking at the RV

Do you think I should knock on the door? Do you think anyone would answer?

I really want to meet my new neighbors. Neighbors give loves and maybe I could give them some loves too. But nothing’s going to happen if I can’t find them.

Oh, look. Over on the other side. They’ve started decorating their windows. They must be around somewhere.

RV with a Police Sticker in the Window

What, person? The police are decorating their windows?

Now, wait a minute. Are you trying to tell me that the police want to be my neighbors too?

 
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Posted by on November 14, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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What Came with the Hat?

Bongo Investigating his new PipeYesterday I got my new Detective Dog hat, but something else came with it.

I looked and looked at it and could not figure out what it was – let alone what anyone would do with it.

I think I’m going to have to get my Detective Dog hat back on and investigate this.

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My person tried to tell me I was supposed to hold the end of it in my mouth.

Pipe being handed to Bongo

But that didn’t make any sense to me.

I think I’d better keep up with my investigation.

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My person took that thing away and did something to it.

When she gave it back it smelled better.

Bongo sniffing the end of the pipe

It smelled really good.

Bongo handling the pipe

I think I know what this thing is for now.

But there seems to be some extra parts here.

Bongo with the end of the pipe off

They only needed this one little piece to put the peanut butter in.

That was sure nice of them to send along a peanut butter holder with my Detective Dog hat.

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Detective Dog

Bongo with Detective Dog hat covering his eyesIt came! It finally came! My Detective Dog hat. All this time I’ve been doing investigations and I had no hat to wear.

And it looks like I have an investigation already. I’ve got to find my hat. It was here and now it’s missing. I don’t see it anywhere.

As a matter of fact, I don’t see anything.

This could be serious. What could have happened?

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Bongo with Detective Dog hat on the floor

Oh, there it is!

And now I can see the carpet and everything else too.

I really am a good Detective Dog. I solved that mystery quickly. I bet no one else could have done it that fast.

I’d better get my hat back on and wait for the next mystery to arrive.

Bongo looking cool with his Detective Dog hat on

What do you think? Suave and debonair enough for you? Aren’t you just ready to hire me to solve your next case? No one could turn me down.

Bongo looking snazzy with his Detective Dog hat on

Or maybe this?

Hey girls, come on over and let Detective Dog solve your case for you. And afterwards we can have a few treats and go for a romp on my trails.

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Yikes! I think I’ve got another mystery to solve. Detective Dog to the rescue!

What’s the mystery? Can’t you tell?

All the girls are missing!

Somebody must have snatched them away.

I’m definitely heading out to investigate this one.

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Posted by on November 12, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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