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Devil’s Kitchen

I’m beat. My person did it to me again. We went out for our walk, but when we got to the place we normally turn back we went the other way. We go that way sometimes, but not very often. We walked along for awhile on the trail and then my person took me on another trail. She said she’d never been on this trail before, but she was taking me someplace special. She’d been there, but she’d taken her car and walked on a much shorter trail. We could have gone in the car. I wouldn’t mind.

This new trail wasn’t bad. It was mostly downhill so we could go fast. I tried to follow a couple coyote trails that I smelled, but my person said it wasn’t the right way. How did she know? She said she’d never been on this trail before.

We didn’t see many people on the way, but I heard some strange voices coming out of Coffee Pot Rock. They were all tinny and echoey. I didn’t know that that rock could talk.

Well the rock got quiet when we walked around its base. I guess we scared it. I almost didn’t recognize the rock. It looks different when you’re that close.

The trail went past a really cool house.

One little part of the trail was actually a road and we had to get out of the way when a couple vehicles came by. It was hard enough to walk up and down that road. All steep and rocky. Those vehicles were going very slow.

We finally got to the special place. I ran right up to the edge to check it out. It was nothing but a big hole in the ground. My person said it’s called Devil’s Kitchen. An underground part became hollow first and then the whole thing fell in.

After checking out that hole we headed back home. My person didn’t tell me we were going to have to go uphill.

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Posted by Bongo on October 26, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Hiking, Outdoors, Pets, Photography, Recreation, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Trail, Walking

Mistaken Identity

18 Oct

Rumpy

While my person and I were out walking I saw a dog that looked like my blogging friend Rumpy. He was with two other dogs and a person, and they were walking through a dry wash. My person and I were on the trail a little way above the wash.

Well of course I wanted to go see my friend. I hadn’t met Rumpy in person before – only in blogger space. I tugged and yanked on my leash and my person tugged and yanked back, but I usually have the advantage when it’s a downhill run. I finally broke free from my person and headed down the hill toward my friend.

Oops. I discovered too late that this was not my friend at all – and this dog was not very happy to see me. He raised his hair and I raised mine. We checked each other out and then we started to tousle.

The other dog’s person made him leave and I was so embarrassed that I went right where my person told me to go. Back up the hill and home.

No one was hurt in this embarrassing episode except for my person. She scraped her hand trying to keep me from going down the hill. Silly person. All she had to do was tell me that wasn’t my friend down there. I would have listened. Really I would. I hope she doesn’t make me pay for her band-aid.

P.S. Rumpy has a really great blog. You can check it out at http://rumpydog.wordpress.com.

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Posted by Bongo on October 18, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Pets, Rumpy, Trail

Almost Up the Chimney

15 Oct

My person totally confused me today. Normally when we go for a walk we make a big loop – going out on one trail and back home on another. Today we got to the place where we usually turn around and go back – but we didn’t go back. My person took me on a trail I’ve never been on before and we kept walking further away from our house. I wasn’t sure what to think, but it was fun finding new smells. My person likes to drag me along when I’ve stopped for a good smell, but this time I kept trying to drag her more than she was dragging me. She kept stopping and getting her camera out. I’d be walking along and suddenly come to the end of my leash.

My person took me to a rock called Chimney Rock. You can probably figure out why it’s called that.

To get there we had to walk through some dry washes. They only have water in them when it rains.

When we got around the side of Chimney Rock it looked different. Instead of one big rock it looked like three.

We got to the top of the trail and it went back down the other side, so we stopped and rested before coming back the way we’d gone up. Someone was nice enough to leave a stick up there for me. I tried to get my person to throw it so I could go after it, but she said I might fall down the steep hill. I couldn’t convince her otherwise.

My person kept stalling on the way home – getting her camera out for more pictures.

It’s a good thing they had the trail marked. I could find it by the smell, but I think my person might have gotten lost.

I guess It was good my person took her time, or we wouldn’t have seen this.

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Posted by Bongo on October 15, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

Tags: Chimney Rock, Hiking, Outdoors, Pets, Photography, Recreation, Sedona, Sedona Arizona, Trail

Tangled

09 Oct

My person takes me on walks almost every day. We have trails near our house with lots of trees, bushes, and great smells. Most of the smells are right along the trail, so I can stick with my person and still enjoy the aroma. She does drag me away far too often though. Sometimes she has no patience. She thinks I only want to walk. I really want to smell.

Every once in awhile I get the whiff of a really great smell hanging around under a tree or bush a ways off the trail. Sometimes that scent is elusive and I have to crawl under a tree and search through branches to find the strongest point. My person gets all frustrated when I do this. When I’m ready to come back to the trail she tries to get me to take a long way around. That doesn’t make any sense to me at all. The shortest way is the smartest so that’s what I’m going to do.

Well, I thought I was going to do that. My person must be holding tight to my leash because I can’t go anywhere. Come on – stop playing games and let me go. I’m not sure what she’s doing with my leash now. It looks like she got it all tangled up.