I’ve been so busy singing along that I got late with my greeting.
Merry Christmas everyone!
But I think it’s my person.
You see, when I woke up this morning the sky was full of clouds and it was rumbling thunder.
And it kept thundering until my person finally left the house.
And forced me to stay in dog jail, mind you, while that thunder was rumbling on.
But this is October and we’re not supposed to get thunder in October.
This is what an October day where I live is supposed to look like.
And most of the time October days do look like this.
And you know what?
After my person left, the sky cleared up.
When she came back home the sky was all blue.
And then she left again.
And this time when she came home the sky had changed once more.
Now it looked like this.
And the thunder had come back.
I’m sure my person had something to do with it.
But she’s paying, because there’s no way I’m taking her for a walk today.
A vehicle with a paw print and a climbing school sign.
The only obvious conclusion is that they are offering a climbing school for dogs.
Or maybe a climbing school with dogs as the instructors.
That would make sense.
Us four leggers are much better at climbing than two leggers.
And we could teach them a thing or two.
I bet they’re up there on my trails somewhere.
Probably heading for those tall rocks.
And I’m going after them.
Come on, person. Don’t slow me down.
I’ve got to go sign up to teach climbing.
This is really bad.
My people have been so full of mischief that I can’t even wait until Monday Mischief to post it.
I’ve got to get it off my chest now.
I’ve got to let you feel sorry for me know all the horrible things they’ve been up to.
For two days in a row my people locked me in dog jail and went for a walk without me.
And I didn’t get a walk at all.
Something about me maybe wrecking my person’s good camera.
I would not wreck her camera – at least as long as she only used it to take pictures of me.
But what’s worse is all the things my people did.
Yesterday they went to the creek.
And I didn’t even get to go swimming.
But this dog did.
Then today a really horrible thing happened.
My people went on my trails to take pictures of the sunset.
And while they were on their way to that sunset…
They saw my girlfriend Lucy.
She probably thinks I’m avoiding her on purpose now.
Next time I’m locking my people in dog jail.
Look at that. There’s rain on its way.
It’s going to engulf us any minute now.
And you know what the rain brings with it.
Maybe these trees will protect me from the rain.
Look, I can hardly see it now.
But I still think we need to go back.
I’m not sure if these trees are trustworthy.
And now the clouds are closing in from the other direction too.
Okay, that’s it person.
I’m not going anywhere.
What, you don’t believe me?
You don’t think I’m serious?
Well check this out.
I’m so serious…
…that I’d rather back into this cactus –
than go anywhere near that thunder.
Just try to get me to move.
The other day I finally figured out how to photobomb my person’s flower pictures.
But now I’ve got a new challenge.
I’ve been taking my person on some walks kind of late in the day.
It’s too dark for flower pictures, so I don’t even have to worry about photobombing them.
But now my person found something else to take pictures of.
Something you can only see this time of day.
Flowers are easy to photobomb.
I’m bigger than the flowers.
But what do I do about the sky?
The sky is bigger than me – and it’s higher than me.
What am I going to do?
There’s got to be a way.
And I’m going to find it.
Person, when I figure this out you’re going to be in trouble.
And so is your camera.
This is such a challenge.
What can I do about this?
Wait a minute.
I’m closer to my person’s camera than the sky is.
That’s got to count for something.
Take that you sunset!
Everybody’s looking at me now.
What? I’ve got to explain myself?
Oh. Dry wash.
Well, it’s dry – most of the time.
That’s why they call it a dry wash.
But sometimes when there’s a lot of rain the water washes through.
That’s why they call it a wash.
So here I am in the middle of this dry wash and I see something strange.
A rock – a pretty big rock – broken in two.
It must have come rolling down the wash and hit this other rock hard.
But if this rock was tumbling down fast enough to hit that rock and break, then I don’t think the wash was dry.
There must have been water flowing through really fast.
Does that mean it was a wet wash?
I guess so.
But I’ve never heard anyone talk about a wet wash.
But there’s something else too.
A rock that hits hard enough to break would probably make a lot of noise.
Maybe a thunder-like noise.
And a dry wash turns into a wet wash when there’s a lot of rain.
And most of the time when there’s thunder there’s rain.
So maybe there’s no such thing as thunder.
It’s noisy rocks instead.
So now I’ve got a plan.
If I could get the City of Sedona to ban all rocks from being here and send them far away, then I’d be a happy dog.
I’m on my way to the Mayor’s office.
I’m sure he’ll think it’s a great idea.
Note from Bongo’s Person: If you’re not familiar with Sedona, it’s famous for its rocks.
And it worked – sort of.
You see, I decided to wait to take my person for walks until the sun is almost down and everything is in shadow.
That way there’s nothing for my person to take pictures of.
It’s too dark.
My person has been going along with the late walks because it’s not so hot outside.
But she still tries to take pictures.
Usually she gives up pretty quickly because it’s too dark for anything to turn out.
So today I did my best to stall my person until it got dark enough.
Notice, you don’t see a picture of me balking.
It was too dark.
And you don’t see any pictures of those late blooming prickly pear blossoms we saw.
It was too dark.
But something went wrong.
My person found something to take pictures of anyway.
And it wasn’t too dark.
Guess I’ve got to come up with another plan.
They look pretty, don’t they?
And how can such a pretty thing be anything but harmless?
Well, I’m here to tell you – looks can be deceiving.
Every year about this time, these clouds start showing up.
They even sneak up from behind the big rocks.
And these clouds are up to no good.
They’re full of all kinds of mischief and devious things.
Things like thunder, and lightning.
And every one of them is out to get me.
It might not be so bad if they showed up every once in awhile.
But they hang around my trails and my house for almost three months every year.
I’ve got to figure out something.
There must be some way to get them to go away.
If anybody has any ideas please let me know.
Because I’ve just about had it with these soft looking, fluffy clouds that aren’t so soft and fluffy.
See, I told you.
Their true nature is finally coming out.
Dark and nasty looking.
That’s what they turn into when they give off their thunder.
Oh no! There’s more over there.
I’m outta’ here!
Could somebody come get me when it’s all over?