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Wait for Dinner

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

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.

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

Tags: Bongo, Pets, Pipe cleaner, Scratchy

Confession of a Litter Box Junkie

13 Oct

I have a confession to make. I am a litter box junkie. Every time my person leaves the house I head straight for it. I can’t help myself. Scratchy even has one with a lid on it but that doesn’t stop me. I push it around until I can stick my head into it and then I look for those little rolls in the litter. They’re like crunchy treats. Sometimes the treats are hard to get and I end up sliding the litter box all the way across the room in my struggles.

My person says I’ve probably grossed you out by now, but I can’t help myself. I don’t feel sorry for doing this. I’m not planning to stop. It’s just something I’ve gotta do. I’m actually doing my person a favor. She doesn’t have to clean the litter box nearly as often.

I’m glad Scratchy is an only cat though. Sometimes I find him inside doing his business when I poke my head in. I could be in real trouble if I looked inside and found two cats in the litter box.

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Posted by Bongo on October 13, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Cats and Dogs, Litter box, Pets, Scratchy

Friends

12 Oct

My person usually wont’ let me near any other dogs when we meet up with them on the trail. As a matter of fact she won’t let me near any people either unless they come up to me. She holds my collar tight and pulls me off to the side of the trail. I can’t figure out why. I’ve only been mean to a few dogs. If my person only knew what those dogs were thinking she wouldn’t mind that I was mean to them.

I do have some friend dogs though and sometimes we meet up on the trail. A few days ago I saw my friend Maple who used to live on my street, but my best friend dog is Timmy. Timmy lives across the street from me and we greet each other when we get together on the trail. Timmy doesn’t like to walk as far as I do though and he’ll start heading for home when I’m just getting going.

Timmy and I have something in common – besides being dogs, that is. We both live with black cats. Timmy’s black cat is Bubba. Bubba comes over to my yard sometimes but I have to chase him back to Timmy. One black cat is all I can handle.

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Posted by Bongo on October 12, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: black cat, Pets, Scratchy

Hijacked!

06 Oct

Hi there. This is Scratchy here. You know, the cat that Bongo lives with. While he’s not looking I thought I’d take over his blog. He took over my house a few years ago so the least I can do is take over his blog. I have a lot to say about Bongo but there’s one good thing. When my person works on her computer I like to sit on the counter top next to her. She doesn’t like me sitting there, but as soon as she starts to chase me off Bongo comes out and starts jumping up and down and trying to get in the middle of things. This drives my person crazy, so she usually lets me stay on the counter.

Scratchy! What are you doing on my blog? Get off! This is my blog! Do I have to start jumping up and down to get you off my blog? Okay, here goes. Yes!!! You’re going to have a hard time getting on my blog from the top of the kitchen cabinets.

Okay it’s me – Bongo. Don’t pay any attention to what that darn cat Scratchy said. I hope he didn’t mess things up for me. Tomorrow I promise it will be me on this blog. I’ll make sure Scratchy stays put.

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Posted by Bongo on October 6, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Cat, Pets, Scratchy

Let’s Play

25 Sep

Scratchy usually keeps his distance from me but sometimes – not very often – he gets close enough that we can play. I’m not sure why, but he doesn’t like to play for very long. Usually he runs away very quickly. Sometimes he even jumps up on top of the kitchen cabinets so I can’t get anywhere near him. I can jump pretty high, and I’ve tried to jump high enough to reach him up there, but I’ve never had any luck.

I’ve never hurt Scratchy – even though he’s scratched me on the nose a few times – so I can’t figure out why he doesn’t want to play with me. After all, I’m one of the most playful dogs I know. I think everyone should want to play with me. I mean, I’m really fun to play with.

I wonder if he thought I was having so much fun jumping that he decided to do it too. He didn’t get it quite right though. I come down right away. Scratchy jumps up, lands on top of the cabinets, and doesn’t come down for a long time. Come on Scratchy. Let’s play!

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Posted by Bongo on September 25, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Cat, Cats and Dogs, Scratchy

Gotta Run

18 Sep

My person left me home alone with Scratchy all morning and when she came back she brought a friend with her. I love it when friends come over to the house. I get really excited because now I have a new person to play with me. Sometimes my people get tired of playing with me, but I haven’t had a chance to wear out the new person yet.

Well, my person let me outside for a few minutes and did something on her computer, and then she and her friend did something unthinkable. They started heading out the front door. They’d only been here a few minutes and they were going to leave. I hadn’t even had a chance to give a slobbery ball to my person’s friend so she could throw it for me to catch. I mean, that’s dog abuse isn’t it? Leaving and taking the friend away before we’ve had a chance to play?

Well, I could play this game too. The friend was in front of my person at the door so I knew I had a chance and I took it. I ran for it and made it out the door before anyone could catch me. Off to the yard across the street I ran, and when my person came toward me I headed to the next block. She won’t be able to catch me until I’m good and ready to be caught. No sign of anybody and I’m having a great time. Running down the street and off on another side street.

Hey, here comes a vehicle and it’s stopping right next to me. Ride time. I don’t recognize the vehicle but I hear my person’s voice coming out of it. Guess I’ll just wait here until she lets me in.

Hey, wait a minute. They just drove me home, took me in the house, and left. What kind of justice is that? I want a do over.

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Posted by Bongo on September 18, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor, pets

Tags: Door, Scratchy

Zombie Dog Apocalypse

16 Sep

It was awful! The worst storm this year. Thunder blasting so loud my ears hurt. Light flashing through the windows into the house, and the pounding, pounding, pounding on the roof. It was so loud – and scary. The worst part about it was that nobody was home except Scratchy and me. My people were both gone somewhere and Scratchy doesn’t care. He can’t protect me.

I had to do something to protect myself. I had to find a way to get away from it.

This door. Maybe there’s a way out through it. Can I do it? Can I get through it? Faster, faster. Gotta work faster. I’m scared. Whew! Made it. There’s a hole in the door big enough to get through. Noooo! Noooo! There’s no way out through here. This bath mat is just in the way. I’m tossing it out through the hole.

Maybe there’s a way through here. My paws hurt. No time to think about it. Up here. Maybe this is a way out. Maybe if I tear this metal thing with the knobs on it away. One knob fell off. What’s that sound? Now the water’s running inside here too. It’s the same sound I hear when one of my people bring a bunch of clothes in here. Maybe I can stop it. Let me pull the rest of this metal thing off.

Oh good. I hear my person’s car. She can protect me. Oh no. What’s she gonna say about all this mess in here? I’d better be quiet and hide out. Maybe she won’t find me. No good. She’s looking at me through the hole in the door. Oops!