Rocky Adventure – Sleepover

dog-bed-30749_640The old man had left earlier to do some things that I was not supposed to help him with. At least that’s the conclusion that I’d come to since he’d left me here. But I’m not by myself. Nope. I’d been left here with my best buddy Buck and his pal Christy. Very nice then. Much better than staying home alone.

Buck rolled around on the floor, pretty much wapping everything with his branch of a tail. More like a tree maybe. A small tree, but it smacked as hard as a big one. I was compelled to catch it, but found myself jumping around instead. I jumped one way, then the other, dancing over Buck’s tail as it swung back and forth happily. It was way harder than it sounds too. Mostly because you really don’t know how that tail is going to wag or even if Buck is suddenly going to decide to get up and you have a whole new set of tricks to run through.

Eventually I tripped up. I was tackled. Buck turned over and I ended up sprawled out on the floor. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, and my audience was two. Both Buck and Christy were laughing at me.

“It’s not funny,” I growled. “I did that on purpose, you know.”

We argued about what was funny and what wasn’t for a while, but that got boring so we did way more important things, like plan a treat!

Christy made us a very delicious meal. We could smell it cooking and a baking and totally demanding to be eaten. Though we were not permitted to cross the line. The carpet was the boundary and there was no sneaking in there. We would have to wait until the treats were done with their cooking.

After what seemed like forever, the food was done and the treats were placed high up on the counter. Still no eating though. Now it has to cool according to Christy. Yuppers, that’s what she’s claiming. But we don’t trust her.

“She’s just hoping I’ll forget about them if we wait long enough,” Buck explained to me as our bellies hungered. “This happens all the time.”

“What should we do then?”

But Christy was wise to our conspiracy. She was watching us like a hawk, making sure that we didn’t get anywhere close to the goods. So we played like we were taking a nap. No good though. Instead of leaving us to our fake snoozing, she came and dragged us to the sofa.

I flopped down on the sofa, done with pretending to be asleep. Instead, I went for the playful and lovable me that cannot be resisted. Yes, I know I am adorable when I do this, and I will use this skill to get at those delicious treats.

But Buck was then dropped upon me, ending my play as quickly as it had begun.  I squeezed out from under Buck and hopped off the sofa and raced back to the kitchen. Maybe if I was fast enough, I could get me a treat before it’s too late!

I never even made it through the doorway though. We raced around the room, Christy following close behind, eager to catch us. She wasn’t giving up either, and I was definitely out of shape. Too many treats? I think not. Maybe not enough treats to give me the energy I need to get more treats.

By the time we made it into the kitchen, Buck was already there. The treats were on the floor, scattered, but quickly being gathered up by the vacuum of Buck’s belly. Before the last one could disappear, I snagged it up and was scooped up into the air with it. Christy tried to pry the baking hot treat from me, but I didn’t give it. Nope. I was putting it in a safe place where no one could touch it.

Our bellies were filled and we were pinned to the sofa. Christy was relaxing finally, tucking us deep into the pillows to ensure that we could not get into anymore trouble. And that’s where we spent the rest of the evening, or at least that’s what was planned…

Author:

Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky, Nixi and Dante give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own adventures.

Dog Journal – Entry 162: The Window

puppy-dog-2862419_640I looked and beheld, all the things that I see are beyond this window. I’m not looking around inside because there’s really nothing cool going on inside today. My pal is at work and I’m bored. So the window is my entertainment for the day.

The mailman kept me very entertained earlier, mostly because he was one of the few that actually paid me any mind. But all he did was stuff a bunch of paper through the door, which I thoroughly inspected and distributed throughout the house. My pal will be so happy when he gets home.

There were others out there too, not just that sneaky mail guy. But all they did was walk along the sidewalk with their doggy. Not even a wave or anything. I barked as loud as I possibly could, but they just couldn’t seem to hear me. All I wanted them to do was go get me some snacks and put them through the slot where the mail came though, but nope. Not even a glance my way.

But there are others still, like the squirrel that hangs out in the trees. Usually she’s racing up and down the fence for no apparent reason that I can tell, but today she’s after the birds. Yup, the sun is out and bright so the birds are playing in my tree. And apparently the squirrel does not like them in the tree, and is currently performing a wild acrobatic show that I need to practice for myself. I didn’t even know you could flip backwards while spinning your tail around like the ceiling fan. I would tell you more about my attempts to further my ball catching skills, but not right now. Maybe when I get the tail spinning thing down.

It wasn’t until I saw the cat that things got interesting. I’ll tell you right now, I’ve been after that cat for weeks now, and she knows exactly how to taunt me further than I can handle. So I spent the next many moments spreading my face all over the window and pretty much making a big slimy smear all over the glass. It’s okay though, my pal will clean it off for tomorrow’s entertainment.

Speaking of whom, finally my pal walked up the steps to the door. He could see me watching him, and I could see he was smiling just as happy to see me. Well the window is fun and all, entertaining for a time but not something I’d do all day. Now that my pal is back, we need to go do some fun stuff of our own! Maybe try out that whole flipping thing with a tail spin as well.

Dante Adventure – The Dinner

steak-597949_640Skipper wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. He was bound and determined to get a bite of Gracie’s dinner. We had been waiting all afternoon for the eats and now we cant even participate. So despite the delicious smells (oh if only you could smell it now), we were banished from the table where our friend was presently sharing her meal with her new friend.

Yuppers, a new friend that is a really cool guy and all, but this sort of puts a spot on his record for the record. At least he’s not some other dog or worse… a cat. I don’t know if we could handle sharing our friend’s food with some other pup or pet or even a bird.

Despite the distance between us and them, we had not stopped sniffing and hoping for them to call us over. I knew they could see us, but they were pretending to ignore us. And it seemed that with each bite, they were getting better at it.

Skipper howled, “I’m starving!”

This did not work. In fact, it only made things worse.

Gracie glared at us, and told us to go eat our own food. We already did that earlier, which is why we were so hungry now. But try explaining that to them.

So we tried inching into the room, but we were immediately caught and turned back the way we came. While they did not appear to be watching us, they sure were quick to pick up on our approach. They were watching us, I just know it.

“Can we join you yet?” I begged.

Gracie shook her head in that “absolutely not” fashion of hers and then went back to conversing with her new friend.

“What if we just sniff around the table and look for crumbs,” I begged. “I promise we won’t bother you one tiny bit.”

There were many more rejections before Skipper and I huffed into a slump on the floor and just watched the scene for a better opportunity. This was not done patiently though. Anxious Skipper rolled around and chewed his paws while whining.

The bellies grumbled and the saliva dripped until it was annoying. But every time we tried to inch into the room, we were immediately in trouble. Gracie was watching like a hawk. I couldn’t even look at them without feeling her staring me down with utter suspicion.

Then our opportunity came. Gracie was rummaging through the kitchen cabinets in search of the Cat’s Up stuffs (they call it that because it’s up where only the cat can reach), but she couldn’t find it. So her guest got up to help, and the food was left all alone on the table.

All alone.

So we decided to keep it company. You know, keep that food warm before it gets too cold. As we scarfed down the goods, we were suddenly interrupted by the return of Gracie and her friend. As you would suppose, we were in trouble. Oh yeah. But it was worth it. No wonder they didn’t want to share!

Author:

Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky, Nixi and Dante give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own adventures.

Dog Journal – Entry 161: That Park

adorable-1849992_640I really like going to the park, but one in particular is so much fun. My buddy and I have a grand old time playing there. And the best part is, it’s not just for walkies. In fact, there’s some neat stuff around to play on and other dogs to play games with.

The goods are good. My favorite thing is the tunnel. It’s probably because I can use it during the chase games we play. And not every dog can make it through there at high speeds like I can.

Leftover toys from previous visitors, oh yeah. That’s a really neat thing when it comes to showing up at the park. Even if you forgot your ball at home, there’s bound to be one somewhere, even if you have to spend a little time digging it up out of the mud.

Having other dogs around to add to the fun is really awesome too. I met a dog the other day that was so hyper it was impossible to understand a bark she was woofing. Whatever it was, it had to do with the bird in the tree making a funny song. Well, I pretty much came to the conclusion that she didn’t like the song, but I did and my pal did too. Whatever, we can’t do anything about a bird in a tree anyway.

Nope, we’re stuck on the ground, so we can dig just anywhere without getting in trouble! Even in the regular park I’m not allowed to do such things. But here, I can dig all the holes I want too until my paws get tired. There’s not really any cool treasure, but it’s good practice for looting later.

The water pool is totally cool, especially after a hot day of running and playing. You can totally get in the water and splash around and it’s okay. For reals, it does not count as taking a bath, so don’t worry about it.

Time to go? I think not! With all the other dogs around, it’s easy enough to escape the clutches of departure. Yes, if you’re really good, you can put off leaving for at least ten more minutes. Just remember to keep negotiating, because as long as you’re negotiating, you’re not leaving.

Back at home, it’s likely to be naptime, so rest up. And as long as you didn’t get too muddy, there’s no fear of a bath. And even if there is, just make sure you go into full nap-mode so your pal doesn’t get any wise ideas. So sweet dreams and have fun at your dream park!

Nixi Adventure – The Mysterious Find

teddy-3183563_640Nixi and Shuffles rooted around the closet floor, sniffing around for anything suspicious. They were playing detective today, trying to figure out who, what, where, when, and such thing about anything they could find. It just seemed like the doggy thing to do.

Brandon had left in such a hurry this morning that he’d forgotten to close the door after he’d grabbed his jacked, which turned out to be beneficial for the pups. It was a rarity to go into such a spot, especially all alone.

“What is this thing?” Shuffles barked as he knocked some of the shoes off the shelf.

“That’s a sneaker,” Nixi ruffed back still sniffing the other pair of shoes.

“Naw, this something different,” Shuffles whispered. “I don’t think this is supposed to be here.”

Nixi looked up from her sneaker to see what Shuffles had found. Indeed it was different. And not really a thing either. It was a new place. Perhaps even more special than the one they presently had invaded.

Nixi rushed over and pushed her friend out of the way so she could get a better look inside. Sure enough, it was an odd place. A tiny crawl space just big enough for a pup to squeeze though.

They went inside. The space opened up a little bigger and there were things in here too. Things that the pups had never sniffed before. These things must be sniffed at once, without hesitation. Everything inspected and sorted according to peculiarness.

That’s when the sneezing began. Very quickly, mind you. Shuffles sneezed again. It was too dusty in here for the pups to sniff around too much. But it was way too interesting to pass on such a cool opportunity.

Then shuffles found the ball. It was an old ball, but still good. Still playable. He grabbed it and pulled it out of the secret place, sneezing occasionally. It’s not that he needed another ball, but it was a cool trophy just to have a tale to tell.

Nixi wanted something as well. If Shuffles could find something cool, she wanted something to have something to show for her discovery. There were so many odd things in here, mostly boxes, but the boxes had lots of stuff in them. But they were completely full of dust so it was hard to really get to the goods without going into fits.

In one of the boxes, sitting right on top was an old dusty thing. It wasn’t the normal sort of object a pup finds just any old day. This was something different, something special. It was sure to make Shuffles very envious.

Nixi got stuck though. The hole was too small for her to get out with her treasure. So she turned around and backed through the hole, trying to drag the thing along with. But it was still stuck. This strange thing was just too big to fit through the entrance to the secret place.

“Help me get this thing out of here,” Nixi demanded of her friend.

“You can’t have that, it’s not allowed,” was the report, but Shuffles helped out anyway.

The pups grabbed a hold and started tugging. After the object made some pretty bad noises, like something breaking or folding the wrong way, the thing popped out onto the closet floor. When the pups had caught their breath and the sneezing and weezing had stopped, they tugged it out into the sofa room area and examined the big find.

The trophy just laid on the floor, looking strange and not really fun in any way whatsoever. But Nixi was happy to have it here. Just to show it off. And that opportunity was soon to come.

The keys jingled at the door and Brandon entered the scene. It wasn’t long after, that he spotted the thing in the middle of the floor. His eyes got wide and full of wonder. He’d forgotten all about that thing, mainly because he’d forgotten where he’d put it.

The old teddy bear stared up from the floor, all dusty and ragged from the years. Lost but now found, the pup detectives had found an odd treasure indeed.

Author:

Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky, Nixi and Dante give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own adventures.

Dog Journal – Entry 160: The Tricky People

animals-2607704_640I’ve run into a few traps here and there, mostly it’s because I’m just too trusting. Of course a pup is gonna trust their pal, but are there moments when you should be a little leary of what mischief your bud is up to?

Yes. In fact, I just got a bath the other day because of it. There was no need for such a thing, but I was tricked into it. You see, I heard a rustling in the kitchen, so I thought it was my pal making food things. Then I saw him filling up the sink like I was going to get a bath. So I ran off and hid. But then came the crunching noises and the smell of sweet food. Maybe I was wrong, so I went back to the kitchen… my mistake. I got a bath. It was all a ruse. So if your pal is luring you with goodies, beware.

Of course, there’s always the whole thing with not throwing the stick when your pal throws the stick. This is the most common trick in the bag and they always pull it out just to test you. No way to avoid it except to pay attention to the stick, not them.

And speaking of toys that tease, have you ever had to fight for the new toy your pal just got you? Yeah, they hand it over like it’s all yours, but then they try to keep it. And then the battle is on until one of you win. It’s a tease, but sometimes it’s fun. Still teasing though.

Well what about not really going outside when your pal walks to the door. I get all pumped up and ready to play, only to find out they’re just peeking out there to see if the yard is still there or something. Boring!

But one I really don’t like is going to the doc’s office when you think you’re really going to the park. So super excite to get in the car and head for the the grassy fields of fun, but then you take the wrong turn and end up sitting on a cold table while the doc pokes you for fun. The best sign that you are not going to the park is that your pal isn’t bringing the ball. Don’t be tricked though, because they’ll let you bring the ball if you’ve already got it. But they won’t do it. That’s the tell-tale.

And I might mention the reason we always sniff our food first. Is it real food or is it some terrible tasting vitamins? Oh yes, I’ve bitten into some odd things that just make me sneeze before. And they always get better at stashing those things in better places, especially sweet things. But I noticed that it’s always like a tiny little ball of food that is specially delivered to you. So if you catch them doing that, it might be a funny tasting vitamin and you’re in for a tart surprise.

Can you think of any other tricks that your mischievous pals like to come up with? And do tell us so that we don’t fall for the same pranks pulled, or better yet, what can we do to turn it around on them!

Rocky Adventure – Indoor Plumbing

drain-1016464_640It was cold and wet outside. Pretty ruff stuff out there, the wind blowing all crazy and everything. I’m sure glad I’m not out there. I could see a squirrel racing down a branch that shook in the wind, but I didn’t feel bad for him. That’s what he gets for being so squirrelly.

The old man set the thing up in the bathroom. It was an odd thing, putting grass on a box and then sticking it in the bathroom, but he’s getting a little old and eccentric. He does funny stuff like this from time to time, especially when he’s tinkering around in his playroom.

He wanted me to come in and check it out, but it was probably a ruse to get me in there and dunk me in the bath. You know how I feel about baths, so this was a no go. He called me over many more times, but I stayed my play by the door, trying to explain to him why I didn’t want to come inspect his work.

“What is it for?” I finally asked.

But what the old man told me to do was explicitly forbidden. Now I know it has to be a trick. Either that or the old man really was loosing it.

When I had resisted all negotiations, the old man took the box of grass into the kitchen and set it down there. Now this is much better. Here, I can at least inspect it to see what this thing is all about. It does make sense putting a garden thingy in the kitchen, you know, keep the birds away from the tomatoes. It’s also very conveniently placed near the food making place for easy access.

Now I felt a little better inspecting this strange difference the old man had discovered. Not much here really, just some grassy stuff in a box. Sort of odd to have things like this inside, but then the old man did a thing. He scooped me up and put me on the grassy box. Was I supposed to be up here? Why is this happening to me? What am I supposed to do now?

When I hopped off, the old man scooped me up and put me back on the box. But that got boring really fast, so I just sat there and waited to see if the old man would stop paying attention so I could make a break for it.

This went on for a while before the old man started going through the cabinets in search of something. I tried to help, but it’s difficult to open these things without thumbs. So I just recommended spots for the old man to search.

Eventually he found a thing. I don’t know what it was for, but apparently it’s good for grass because he poured it in the box. Water? Nope. It was a funky smell, a little familiar, but not exactly the sort you want inside. Yes, it smelled like outside on the fence where Buck likes to leave letters to the mailman.

I sniffed it for a while, but it was too weird. So I tried to cover it up. When scratching at it didn’t work, I decided to at least mask the smell with my own smell. Yup, I did the thing that is not supposed to be done inside, but at least that funny smell is gone, though it’s replaced by my own funny smell now. Oh well, hope some tomatoes grow pretty soon, I’m hungry.

Author:

Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky, Nixi and Dante give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own adventures.

Dog Journal – Entry 159: Shadow

dog-101115_640I saw my shadow the other day. It was following me. It always follows me. And it never stops copying me too. That is why my shadow and I do not get along very well. We are not friends, even though we hang out together all the time. So in case your shadow is bothering you too, I decided to let you in on a few helpful hints regarding such things.

Attacking your shadow to get it off your tail will not help. It does make you feel better though. Instead, getting rid of your shadow is sort of a trick, but you have to go where the shadow cannot go. Yes, this means you have to go and be in the dark. Shadows are afraid of the dark and will not go into such places as under the bed, behind the door, and inside the sofa. Yes, I mean inside of the sofa. You have to dig into the cushions, but your shadow cannot dig so this is a pretty useful tidbit of knowledge.

Will the shadow eat your food when you’re not looking? Yes, this is why your food bowl gets empty so fast. If your shadow is near you, it will eat your food and your pal will try to convince you that you were the one who ate it all, even if you explain to them what the shadow did. Your treats are also at risk when your shadow is around, so you always need to keep a look out for when they might be sneaking up on you.

I’ve also had problems trying to outrun my shadow. But why does my shadow chase me all the time? I asked it this question once, but it wouldn’t tell me. Oh, it can be so stubborn sometimes. And you know I was thinking, yes that can be dangerous sometimes, what if it’s actually my shadow that threw my pal’s clean socks all over the house. So if there’s one good thing about your shadow, it’s that you can always rest well knowing you have someone you can blame.

Then there’s my pal’s shadow, and that’s a whole other story altogether. But what about you? What sort of sneaky tricks does your shadow like to pull?

Dante Adventure – Moving In

teddy-189831_640There was a noise again. It was a sound that was not supposed to be there. But it was there. And it was freaking us out. You see, it all began early this morning right after Gracie had left us all alone. Yes, she does this thing to us just to test whether or not mischief will find us. And indeed it has.

The wall made a noise again. There were voices outside somewhere, possibly planning on making more noises. Skipper and I had come to the conclusion that the two were associated. Mostly because they’d showed up at the same time this morning.

Now it was past our third snack time right before lunch, and the noises had increased their volume. There was banging and shuffling and scraping, and our walls sounded like they were going to cave in on us. Things were getting serious now.

“What are we going to do?” Skipper barked.

“There’s nothing we can do,” I barked back (we are trying to be as loud as possible), “Whatever is out there will eventually get in here… and then we’ll have them right where we want them.”

“But I don’t want them in here!”

“Too bad, they’re coming in here and we’re giving them all your toys first,” I barked.

“Why mine?”

“So they don’t take mine too,” I explained.

“Why don’t we just give them yours so they won’t take mine,” Skipper argued.

“Because my toys belong to me. I can’t give my toys away. It’s so much easier just to give them yours.”

“That makes no sense at all!”

“Yes it does, you just need to think about it a little more.”

Skipper thought about it a little more and still came to the same conclusion. I left it at that though, since I am purely convinced that my toys are way more valuable.

Amongst our arguments, the noise had continued to echo though the walls, getting louder as things happened beyond. It was on and off for a while, keeping us racing back and forth along the wall where the chair and table were, just to make sure no one was poking through without us knowing about it.

But eventually the sounds finally faded away and things were calm for a while. The voices outside were still there though, barking about things and probably plotting on how to make more noise. Perhaps they were just taking a break from all the ruckus. I can assure you that making a ruckus really takes it out of you, and it’s a wonder how they’d gone on for as long as they did.

That’s when the sound came. A very familiar sound indeed. It was a bark and a woof and yippers. I knew exactly what they meant.

We have a new neighbor who wants to play…

Author:

Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky, Nixi and Dante give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts.  Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own adventures.

Dog Journal – Entry 158: Digging Around

dogs-2939691_640So, my pal and I were working on a project together in the back yard and I thought of something great. He was digging around and doing things with a bit of wood, and I was just pretty much hanging around. Oh, and I was bringing sticks over to help out, but those weren’t the sticks he wanted to use, so I got bored.

What else is there to do but dig around to see if I could find the right things to help out my pal. Turns out, you end up digging up strange things around the yard.

What is that thing I just found? Well, it’s the roots of the bushes next to me. They do not taste very good, but very chewy indeed. I did find one root that was really good though, it was a “car root” that my pal had stashed in the garden. I guess he was trying to grow a fresh car, but it did taste good. So it was totally worth it.

Probably the neatest thing you find would be all the bugs. There are all sorts of things that creep around in the dirt, especially if you get to dig in the garden spots. But you aren’t supposed to do that, are you…

The big problem with bugs is that some might bite back. I found this out a time or two when I was snacking on some watermelon, and found that I was not the only one doing so. And then those pesky bugs started trying to snack on me. So I snacked on them. They do not taste good though, so avoid snacking on bugs that snack on you and watermelons.

But some taste good though, so don’t toss them all out with the few odd ones. In fact, my very favorite one is the buttery flies that hang around the garden. I snacked one a while back, but I can’t figure out why my pal calls them buttery flies. They do not taste anything like butter. Maybe you need some bread, and perhaps some ham, and a tomato too.

Other critters are buried in the yard too though, so don’t get caught up thinking about tasty bugs. I almost dug up a squirrel once, who happened to be stashing all manner of things in his little hole he’d dug. So I dug right after him, but never did find him, and then there was a huge hole in the yard. Good thing is, I had plenty of sticks to bury so no prob.

Digging around the yard, you may even find stinky things that maybe should stay buried, but they’re just so interesting though. If you do dig up something odd, don’t let your pal get a whiff of it or you might get in trouble. I haven’t figured out why this happens, but it does. And I always seem to get a tummy ache around the same time too, so perhaps stinky things are not the best thing to go digging up.

I’ve rooted and looted around the yard enough times to find some really strange things buried back here, all of which I get to show off to my pal and let him know what awesome things I do for him. Yes, I do it all for him. My pal. And then he goes and throws it away. Oh well.