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The Worst Christmas Ever!

26 Dec

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. I didn’t. I had the worst Christmas ever!

Look at what I got. This thing I’m sitting on.

I got a new bed for my dog jail.

Nothing like sprucing up your jail.

I would rather have had something taken away than something new for my dog jail.

Like maybe the locks on my dog jail door. I could easily do without those.

But that wasn’t all that happened to me on Christmas.

I was tormented by cats besides.

First Scratchy tried to steal all my presents.

Scratchy, those are my presents!

Then my younger person ignored me because he was reading a book about a cat.

He’s not even reading about a fun, playful cat. He’s reading about Grumpy Cat.

Fine. I’ll grump on his Christmas.

But to make things even worse I had to stop chewing on my new antler to pose for a picture.

Well, at least I did get a frog for Christmas.

A frog and an antler.

But wait a minute.

Where’s my treats?

I thought I was getting treats for Christmas.

Do you believe it!?

I have to dig my treats out of this ball.

I hope you all had a better Christmas than I did.

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Posted by Bongo on December 26, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Cats and Dogs, Christmas, dog jail, Grumpy Cat, Pets, presents, Scratchy, Treats

Hidden Presents

24 Dec

This is too good! I’m really beginning to like Christmas more and more.

When my person and I headed out for our walk today there was a package at our front door. I didn’t really think much of it. It was kind of an annoyance because I had to wait while my person put the package inside the house.

Then we went out walking. It was an ordinary kind of walk. Nothing special happened that I could write about for my blog, and then we headed back home.

My person decided we needed to check the mailbox before going into the house. We have to walk right by my neighbor dog Toby’s house to do that and I wanted to stop and say hi.

No such luck. My person has a one track mind and she was headed straight for that mailbox.

She opened the mailbox while I sat very quietly next to the post that holds it up in the air. And she said there was something inside it for me.

What? What? I can’t see anything. That mailbox is way too high for me.

Then I had to wait while my person took pictures of whatever that thing in the mailbox was.

But finally, she gave it to me. A squeaky toy just for me! Somebody loves me. Woo woo!