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Turkey Trail

Bongo on the trail with red rocks and blue sky in the backgroundI don’t mean to make all my friends jealous who live in different places with lousy weather but – yes I do. I’m going to make you jealous.

Because we had the most perfect Thanksgiving Day ever.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature was pleasant.

The parking lot at my trails was so full that cars spilled out onto the street – even as far as my house.

Every two minutes it seemed, my person was pulling me aside so people could pass.

I did get to get loves from one little boy.

His face was at the perfect height for kissing.


But something was missing from my trails.

After all, it was Thanksgiving so I figured there should be some turkeys running around somewhere.

Bongo sniffing and not noticing the turkey

So I started sniffing around to see if I could catch a turkey scent.

I’ve never seen a turkey on my trails, but you’d think at least one would show up on Thanksgiving.

Bongo in a dry wash and looking away from the turkey

I thought the dry wash might be a good place to go.

Not many people or dogs go here so I figured if a turkey was around it might be brave enough to show itself.

Bongo at a bend in the dry wash and still not seeing the turkey

Here turkey, turkey!

Come on out. It’s just me.

You’re safe here.

Bongo in the dry wash and still missing the turkey

I’m not having any luck finding turkeys.

Either they’re really good at hiding, or there just aren’t any around.

Bongo ready to head home - still missing the turkey

I give up. Guess I’ll head back home.

I hope my younger person didn’t eat all the turkey in the fridge.


Posted by on November 29, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor


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Happy Thanksgiving

Bongo with a turkey next to him


Posted by on November 28, 2013 in Bongo, dogs, humor


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Where’s My Turkey?

Bongo looking for turkeyYesterday was Thanksgiving and I was left home alone. Well, Scratchy and I were left home alone together.

It seemed like we were alone for a very long time, so after I messed up my person’s bed and tried to get into the garbage – that little wrapper fell out on its own – I swear – I decided to pass the time by taking a nap.

And I had lots of dreams. All about turkeys. Turkeys were running through my house gobbling away. I tried to catch them, but they ran away. You’d think Scratchy would help me – aren’t cats supposed to be good at catching birds? But Scratchy was taking his own nap. He must have had his own turkeys running through the house.

But then my dreams got even better. The smell of cooked turkey wafting (did I use that word?) through the house. And turkey meat filling up my dish so I could eat to my heart’s delight.

Finally, I heard my person’s car drive up and my dreams went poof. Maybe they were prophetic (another big word?) and the turkey would be coming through the door.

In came my person, and she was carrying a big plate of food – turkey and other things – and did it smell good!

So where’s mine? I was ready to gobble that plate of food up and my person wasn’t giving it to me.

What!? No turkey? This is Thanksgiving! Dogs should get turkey too.

Bongo getting turkey

Sorry person. I never should have doubted you.

Thanksgiving Turkey Day is the best!


Posted by on November 23, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor


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Thankful for Turkey Treats

Bongo saying Happy ThanksgivingToday is Thanksgiving here in the United States. It’s a pretty cool day because everybody eats turkey and I like turkey.

But what I want to know is what everybody is thankful for?

What, person?

Oh. My person says there is a lot to be thankful for, but my person says the first Thanksgiving was celebrated because the pilgrims who came to Plymouth, Massachusetts were thankful that they had survived their first winter. And they were thankful to the Native Americans who had helped them survive. That was in 1621.

I think that was a long time ago. Was I around then?

I wasn’t? I bet my person was around then though.

Oh. You were born a little bit later than that? How much later?

I am listening to the story.

A Native American named Squanto was especially helpful to the pilgrims. He was from the Patuxet tribe and had been captured by a ship that had come near his village. He lived for awhile in England and learned English and was eventually allowed to come back home.

Squanto came back home to find his entire village had been wiped out by a plague. A short time later pilgrims came and settled in Plymouth, which had been the location of Squanto’s village.

Squanto taught the pilgrims how to farm and how to find food.

Did he teach them how to make treats for their dogs?

I’m listening. Oh yeah, I guess they didn’t need special dog treats. They had turkey treats.

The pilgrims were so thankful to Squanto and the other Native Americans that had helped them survive that they held a big feast in the fall and invited many of the Native Americans to join them. The feast lasted for three days and even if the dogs just got the scraps they were doing good. There was a lot of good food there.

The First Thanksgiving, painted by Jean Leon G...

The First Thanksgiving, painted by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris (1863–1930). The First Thanksgiving took place in Plymouth in 1621. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) See, I told you there were dogs needing treats.

What do you mean this is supposed to be the history of Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving is all about food, isn’t it?

Okay, one more tidbit – of turkey, that is.

Thanksgiving wasn’t celebrated every year at first, but in 1863 President Lincoln proclaimed the last Thursday in November to be a national day of Thanksgiving.

Hooray for President Lincoln! I’m for sure voting for him next election.


Posted by on November 22, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor


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Happy Thanksgiving from the Dog Hotel

Bongo at the Dog HotelHappy Thanksgiving! I guess my person is having lots of fun and eating good food and here I am sitting at the dog hotel. At least I have a lot of other dogs for company.

I’ve had a lot of time to think while I’m here and I thought maybe I’d tell you why my person takes me to the dog hotel when she leaves. I mean, it was one little incident and you’d think she’d get over it by now.

A dog named Lucky used to come over and visit us when his people went out of town. Lucky and I got along fine and my person would take us on walks together. So far, so good.

Well, one day my person decided to leave and she took me over to Lucky’s house. At my house my person has my tricks all figured out and she knows how to keep me from doing some really bad stuff, but here I was in another house. Time for an adventure. Let’s see what I can get into.

Lucky’s person thought she had the door to the garage closed and it was closed good enough to keep most dogs out – but not me. And that’s where she kept the dog food. Did I say kept? Yeah, that’s what I meant because by the time I got through with it there wasn’t much left. And then I couldn’t help myself. There was too much to hold until someone would let me out. Sorry.

I think Lucky’s person really had enough when I ran out the door and she had trouble catching me. Once I’m free I don’t like to get caught right away.

I only got to go to Lucky’s house once after that and my person came too. Lucky and I were in the backyard and our people were somewhere else so I jumped the fence to go find my person. She took me home and I’ve never been back since. So here I am at the dog hotel. Happy Thanksgiving.


Posted by on November 24, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor


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Dog Hotel

Bongo and the Dog HotelOh man, I can’t believe it. My person is leaving today. Something about Thanksgiving. I think that’s the holiday where I’m supposed to get turkey, but my person is going away and she’s not taking me. Oh, she’s taking me somewhere alright. She’s taking me to the dog hotel. She said something about wanting to spend Thanksgiving with family. Well, aren’t I her family?

My person said she’s going on an airplane because it would take too long to drive and she doesn’t think I would like the airplane. I don’t like the dog hotel either. I’ll go on the airplane – if it means I get turkey on Thanksgiving.

But wait a minute. Maybe the dog hotel has turkey on Thanksgiving. After all, they do give us room service. Maybe that dog hotel isn’t so bad after all.


Posted by on November 22, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor


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