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To the Vet

Bongo at the VetI got to go to the vet. Yeah I know, some of you who are my dog friends don’t like the vet and your people even have to spell it out. Believe me, I didn’t used to like going. The first time my person took me I even spit out the dog treat they gave me – and if you know me, dog treats are my favorite.

I think I didn’t like the vet then because they’d taken some things away from me. When my people first brought me home I had some missing parts.

But now I love the vet.

First, I get to go find lots of new smells. I always check to see if I recognize any smells from my trails. Sometimes I find the same ones.

Then, I get treats. I used to only get treats when I was ready to go back home, but today I got lots of treats.

I didn’t really like all those things they stuck in me, but after that I got more treats – and loves, so it was okay.

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Treats at the Vet

There’s a new vet working with my other vet and I got to meet her. I really like her. She gave me lots of loves – and that’s all she did – she kept giving me loves. I like her a lot.

What, person? She was examining me?

No, you’re wrong. She liked me so much that all she wanted to do was give me loves.

Loving the Vet

 
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Posted by on February 17, 2012 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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Hanging Out

Staying in the YardI’ve got my person trained pretty well. She won’t leave me alone in the yard by myself. It’s kind of a bummer on nice days. Sometimes I’d like to hang out outside, but my person is afraid I’ll jump the fence. I don’t know why. It’s not like I do it all the time. Besides, it’s a lot of work to get over that fence. I think I deserve to run free after all that work.

Anyway, back to training my person – since she won’t leave me in the yard by myself she has to have a way to get me back into the house. Most of the time I’m nice to her and I go back in on my own. Sometimes though, I really don’t feel like going in. Sometimes I want to run around the yard, sometimes I want to eat a few weeds, and sometimes I want a treat.

When I wouldn’t come in my person started coaxing me in with treats. Whoopie! I love treats. I’m never coming in again until I hear the sound of that treat ringing in my bowl. This worked for a day or two and then my person got smart. Now I get treats when I come in on my own, but if she has to make me come in I don’t get a treat. I guess I’d better head on in that door.

 

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Posted by on October 1, 2011 in Bongo, dogs, humor

 

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