Nixi Adventure – Bath Tacos

bathtub-36384_640Brandon had Nixi in a full body lock. She wasn’t going to escape this time. No way. It was time for the bath. It wasn’t that the bath was a scary thing, Nixi just didn’t like them. She always came out smelling funny and then there’s the water in the ears and suds on the whiskers. And no matter how much she resisted, she had to lick the soapy stuffs, which always made her tongue feel weird.

It was off to the bathing room for them, Shuffles tagging right along singing, “Nixi in the bathTUB… splashing and ahh-soak’n while I get my belly RUB!” He was not the champion of singing pups out there, but it was more of a spur of the moment tune. He might have been a little better, but the howling was usually cut off before he could find that sweet spot.

After all the chasing and the sofa cushions tossed to the floor and all the general ruckus that goes along with such things, the water had chilled down past the nice warm temperature that Brandon had originally selected. Regardless, Nixi was going to get the bath. If she only knew that things would be a lot more comfortable if she’d chosen the easy route.

After some moderate splashing with barks of excitement in the background (Shuffles was still singing his song), the soap went on and the suds came upon the fur. Nixi shivered a little while Brandon made some soapy beards and hats to put on her, which she did not really enjoy, but was left with no other choice really. Well, the hat might be alright, but the beard didn’t match her whiskers, so probably not.

When Brandon considered the bathing to be sufficient, the water was let out and Nixi was allowed to shake off in the bathroom. This was the only place acceptable for such things, and afterwards was the fun stuff. Brandon really enjoyed it, and Nixi would never admit it, but she did too.

After the first few sprays of water were shaken across the bathroom, Nixi was ready and fluffed up, waiting for the towel. Yes, it was the taco time for the pup. This was such a simple thing, yet so much fun for some strange reason.

Brandon lunged with the towel and captured Nixi, making sure to wrap her up real good so she couldn’t wiggle out. Then it was off to the sofa where the taco was made. The other towels awaited the pup, the big towel. Brandon dropped Nixi into the warm fluffy cloth and rolled her up nice and tight.

Once the dizzy disorientation had subsided, Nixi realized that she was all bundled up in the towel, and ready to be rubbed and have her ears checked. One might think the ear checking would be a bother, but for some strange reason, Nixi just loved to have them tugged and massaged. So relaxing after such a stressful bath.

And then it was the calm. Yes, everything was calm again, even Shuffles. Brandon sat on the sofa and rubbed Nixi through the towel while Shuffles wagged his tail and enjoyed his triumph. He’d escaped the bath. It was simple, all he had to do was outrun Nixi and he was free.

Then Brandon turned his sights on Shuffles. The singing had stopped and Shuffles was making the face, his eyes wide and ears darting every which way to seek the quickest route out. But he was only making things more difficult. The bath was eventual. It always was.


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 191: Speak To Me

animals-2607704_640My friend keeps insisting that I know how to do this, but I don’t. I have no idea what he’s trying to get me to do. One thing I do know is that he is definitely trying to tell me something. I just wish I knew what he was saying.

You see, my friend and I do not bark the same way with our tongue. I have sort of a licky, slobbery speech while my pal does more whistling than anything else. And since I never really sat down and taught my friend how to make the clear speech, we’ve always had this issue when it comes down to deciding who made the mess in the sofa room this time.

Right now we’re discussing something about where I’m supposed to be. At least I think that’s what it’s about. I just don’t know where that is. And then again, I could be wrong.

My friend keeps pointing at the sofa like I’m supposed to be there, but when I jumped up there, he started pointing at the ground. So I went there. But then there was more pointing at the sofa and more whistles and sounds.

The longer this goes on, the more I’m left confused. It’s not getting any clearer and my friend is making even funnier sounds now. It is sort of getting strange, and it’s hard for me not to laugh. Perhaps if I wasn’t baffled by this mystery, I’d have a good laugh.

Now that I think about it, my friend sounds really funny when he laughs. It sounds more like he’s sniffing or snorting really hard. I remember when it first happened, I thought he was sniffing for some delicious foods. But he was actually laughing. It took a few times before I figured it out, but it was made clear when I chased my tail and he wouldn’t stop doing that because he was happy.

So I figured I’d give it a try again. Perhaps a good tail chase would decipher this puzzle. The results were different this time. Rather than making the snorting sounds, he just reached up at the ceiling and grunted like he was trying to grab an idea or something.

I have concluded that we are at an impasse. We cannot speak the same ruffs nor can we bark the same message. As a result, I shall remain here, chewing on the sofa cushions until he figures out how to let me know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Rocky Adventure – Rocky School

dog-2746234_640I don’t know what to do. That’s what I’d clearly explained to the old man. But he was insisting that I did know. But I didn’t know. And thus, I was further confused. This whole situation was very odd, and I’d much rather be playing in the park.

Instead, we’re here, at the school or something. I don’t even know what’s going on, but there’s a whole lot of puppers racing around uncontrolled. Everything is out of control. Who raised these pups? I was never like that when I was a puppy. Nope.

Another puppy raced past me, pausing long enough to nip at my ear and whap me with her tail. This was getting really annoying. But the old man insisted that we be here. I don’t know why I’ve gotta go back to school, I already know all the good tricks.

We wandered around the peoples and their little yapping puppies. Yes, puppies make all the noise and yap away about everything. If you see a ball, a whole lot of yapping about the ball and nothing really discussed regarding such a thing or what to do with it. Mostly it’s just: That’s a ball, I like ball, and oh boy, can I eat it? Yes, there was one puppy over there trying to eat a ball and not getting very far with his endeavors.

“Look, can’t we go to the park or something?” I asked again.

But the old man was pointing to one of the puppies and trying to get me to play with him. No. I do not want to play with the puppy. I am a big dog and have been for a long while. I have the job and I know not to chase my own tail now.

Now it was becoming clear to me though. At least I think so. I could be wrong, I’ve been wrong before, but it turned out that I was wrong about that too. With all the things the way they were, all these puppies and me a solid grown champion of a dog myself, I think the old man must want me to teach these pups a thing. Why else would he have brought me here?

“Okay you little rascals…” I ruffed to some of the nearby puppies, “Everyone, I’m gonna show you how to roll over!”

When enough of them were watching me, I began rolling around on the soft mat. After a few rolls, I was dizzy enough to stop and refocus on the gathering crowd. A few puppies started copying me, rolling around in pure chaos, but rolling nonetheless.

“Yes!” I barked. “Now crawl like this…” and then I began dragging my belly on the mat, doing my best to stay low as possible.

A few pups managed to do the crawl, but some kept hopping like little rabbits. Still, they were trying. And that would lead me right into one of my best tricks I’ve got in my bag.

“Now do this,” I woofed and sat on my haunches and pattered at the air. My nose wiggled and then I rolled over and stretched out real nice, pointing my paws towards the ceiling. “Yes, this is the ultimate cuteness, and it will compel anyone to want to play with you.”

There was much discussion regarding this. Many of the puppies began trying to do the cuteness, while some were compelled by the cuteness and began hopping around like little rabbits, bouncing on the bellies of the others.

This included me. I had gone too far. I had shown my power too quickly, and now all the puppies wanted to play with me. Woe is me…I am just too cute I guess.


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 190: Changing Coats

dog-1601041_640Have you ever seen a really cool flip off the sofa arm? Yeah, I can do that. I’d do it right now, but my pal is watching me. He’s watching me because he knows what I’m gonna do. And if I do, I’m gonna get the brush.

Oh yeah, it’s once again time for the brushing to be done. All my fur is so awesome and fluffy that I can’t get enough of it. And I’m gonna share it with everyone. But my friend has decided otherwise.

Since my biggest and fluffiest coat is finally coming in, I have decided to share my fluffiness with everyone. I’ve got it on the sofa, the carpet, my friend’s clothes, and I’m sure it’s tracked into the car by now too. It’s everywhere, and I’m still working on getting rid of a few annoying fuzz tufts that are tickling me.

Of course, it is also very itchy. So there’s that too. Yes, my scratching is so hard to resist, I have to resort to rolling around on everything. You see, if I scratch, then I’ll get the brushing. And the brushing tickles me so much, I go crazy. All my back feels like it wants to jump off of me and go running really fast somewhere.

And I know that if I keep the scratching up, and my friend isn’t happy with the brushing, I’m gonna get the bath. And this is the worst bath too, because it’s not even done inside. Too much fur! At least that’s what my friend tells me. So it’s outside, in the tub, with cold water. And scrubbing, oh lot’s of the scrubbing.

To avoid such a predicament, I’ve found that one of my best places to scratch for some relief without getting caught is under the bed. But I’m not supposed to be under there, and that’ll get me in double trouble if I get caught. No one can spot me under there though…but my friend has great hearing. My sneezes give me away, so I can’t just stay under there for ever. I gotta run through, do my scratching and rubbing, and then race back before anyone gets suspicious.

I’ve got the feeling my friend is catching on to my ruse. There’s a big blanket on the floor right in front of my entrance, and there’s now a box under there too. This is getting much much harder to get away with. But the tingling is driving me bonkers, and I must get rid of it.

So I found another really good spot to scratch without getting caught. Yes, it was right in front of me the whole time. I simply strolled up to my pal and sat down. Next thing you know, I was getting my back rubbed and my ears scratched. Yes, and all I had to do was move a little bit and that spot would be scratched too. It was all going according to plan.

And then some of my fuzz gave me away. Turned me right in withough a second thought. Next thing i knew, the brush was after me. Oh well, it’s only a matter of time before bath time. I think next time I’ll just keep the coat I’ve got on right now instead.

Dante Adventure – Stand Still

steering-wheel-2209953_640The woman in the car next to us was making the honking with a very angry look on her face. It was as though she thought that everyone else was going to listen to her and suddenly move out of the way. This was not so. Everyone, including her, were all stuck here together.

Skipper tried barking to her, but you really couldn’t hear much over the sound of the rain and the honks of the cars. I tried convincing him to relax for a bit, but he was bound and determined to tell her about how awesome his toy collection was.

Gracie was playing with the radio thingy on the dash, making some extra noise. This was possibly done because there wasn’t enough to listen to yet. I think she likes the noise, and for this reason, Skipper and I sing many songs to her.

But before we could begin our song, Gracie decided to do something different. The honking woman that had been next to us finally moved up and out of the way, making the way that Gracie wanted to go. And we went. We went really fast.

We didn’t know what to do, the ride was not anything we were expecting. There were way too many bumps and bounces to count, and we were making all the splashes too. I guess Gracie gets away with that even though we get in trouble when we do it during the baths.

So we laid low in the backseat. I peeked up every now and then to see what was going on around, but Skipper was less eager to check things out and was currently trying to tuck under the big fluffy jacket on the floor. His fluffy bottom was up in the air with his legs pattering at the air trying to dig down for safety. I don’t blame him, it was definitely not the type of trip we’d signed up for.

The bouncing continued for a while, which felt like a long while, and then it went away. We were still moving, but it was smooth now. And guess what… we were moving too. I checked to see whether the coast was clear, and sure enough, the rain was still there but the honking cars were not. We passed them by slowly, now moving while they remained still, probably a little envious of our mobile condition.

“Yeah!” we whooped. “We’re finally free!”

I jumped back on the front seat and Skipper was struggling to climb back up to take a look. There wasn’t really that much to see, but at least it was changing as we moved along.

“Okay, now let’s pull over here,” Skipper barked, eyeing some of the trees.

“Yes, we has to go potty,” I chimed in, making sure to snort in Gracie’s ear.

But she wasn’t having it. We were on a mission or something. Skipper and I had no idea where our destination was, but we did know one thing for sure…now that we were on the road again, it was time for a song!


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 189: Lost Treasure

christmas-1909839_640There’s something about finding that thing that you’ve been missing for a while. It’s like you got a brand new toy, but it’s not even your birthday or anything. Perhaps it’s even better, because you can remember some of the fun games you’ve already played, and places you’ve been, and it even smells great too.

So get this, I’ve been missing my fluffy turtle that squeaks so cool, and I just happened to find it while I was racing around the room. Yes, I was running inside, but there’s only no running when my friend is home, so it’s cool.

But this turtle you see, just happened to have been disappeared for a while now. I don’t remember exactly when, but I think it was sometime around when my friend was cleaning and vacuuming everything in the home. So it’s been a while, and I’m not looking forward to it happening anytime soon either.

When I found out that my turtle was missing, I spent all day looking for it. I checked under the sofa, behind the bed, beneath the covers, on top of the table, and even in the room of the mean old vacuum. But there was nothing. Absolutely no trace to be found of my cool turtle toy. It was gone.

But I had other toys to play with and I had all but forgotten about the turtle until I was racing around the sofa room. That’s when I stumbled upon the turtle again. I wasn’t looking for it, but I found it anyway. The turtle had been hiding as a pillow the whole time. It was the perfect spot, just laying amongst the cushions as though it were one of them.

Now that I’ve got it, I can remember all the fun games of tug that we’d had. So many squeaks, and that one leg that lost all the fuzz because I ate it. Yeah, I found out that fuzz is not good foods. Now I just pull it out and throw it all over the floor instead. No upset tummy, but my pal doesn’t seem to like that game very much.

Even the smell is just the way I remember, all funky with a little bit of outdoors to mingle. Yes, this turtle has been many places, even dragged through the yard. But it’s been a good toy. And I’m glad I found it.

But now I’m sort of wondering what other things I’m missing. I can think of a few, but where they are is a mystery to me. Yes, I will find them. And I will play with them. And then I’ll probably loose them… just so I can do it all over again.

Dante Adventure – Going where? Part 1

window-2445525_640Gracie was moving rather fast for a normal morning. So it probably wasn’t a normal morning. She was moving so fast, we’d skipped right past breakfast and seemed to be approaching lunch time and still there were no food things to be had.

There wasn’t much to do but hang around and watch. However, Skipper was not so patient to wait for whatever was coming. Skipper kept licking my face, probably trying to get some of the leftover treat I’d removed from my special stash.

After some things had been thrown into a bag, Gracie seemed like she was ready to go somewhere. So I tried to get up to see where WE were going. No way was she leaving without us this time. But I couldn’t, Skipper had rolled over and stuck me fast to the ground. He was on my tail. His little fluffy body was holding me back. But after a few tugs and a good ruff bark, he was rolled off and back onto his paws.

We left the apartment, despite the wetness that was all about. Much rain, too much perhaps. Felt more like a bath.

Instead of a walk to the park though, we had to get in the truck. I made it in alright, but Skipper had to be bounced in as normal, his stubby little legs not really allowing the boing needed to hop in on his own. Someday he’d grow up, but that day is not today.

Right away we noticed something was not normal again. Instead of going to the park, we were on our way to somewhere else. It was too hard to tell where, but I know the park is the other way. So we were not going to the park. This was a bummer.

Fortunately, there were so many others on the street, mostly honking at one another to keep things rather interesting. I never have been able to make out what those honks actually mean, but I have heard the ducks at the pond make the same sorts of noises. So all I can come up with is that they’re telling one another to move it.

But we weren’t. At least not very fast. I checked the back window while Skipper kept his eye forward to see if there was any change. Occasionally we did move, but not very much. This was pretty boring actually. If it weren’t for the other cars out there making a bunch of noise, we wouldn’t have much to bark at.

“Hey, where you going?” I ruffed through the window.

More honking took place, but no clear answer came through. Skipper tried his window, but the honking was all the same. Guess we’re just moving it onward towards somewhere that nobody seems to know where it is. Perhaps this is why it’s taking so long. Maybe if they knew where to go, this would be faster.

“Tell them we should go to the park,” I woofed to Gracie. She’d be able to tell them.

We tried to convince her to tell the others or at least lead the way to the park. But she just stared out the window and kept quiet. It was like she was looking for something. But what? Could we help? We know where the park is, but maybe we’re all lost.

I guess it’s going to be up to us to find the way through this storm…


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 188: This Mine

terrier-487963_640I do like the things I have, many of the cool toys and my fluffy bed. I really like my bed. My friend gave it to me, and it’s so nice and comfy and smells like it belongs to me. I know because I rolled all over it to make sure.

But I’ve noticed a thing, that I don’t really like sharing some of my stuff. It just seems like these things are mine, and letting some other pup just take them away makes me sad. So I get pretty grumpy when someone takes my stuff.

A place just for me is the place I want to be. I have a special spot on the sofa that I really like. Sure I’ll share it with my pal, but on the condition that my ears are well massaged.

So I’ve got my room, my favorite room, the kitchen. But I has to share it always. I can’t exactly reach the food things my friend keeps up high on the counter and the cat won’t help a pupper out by pushing some of it off when no one is looking.

As for my toys, all the toys I have, I keep them around where I can keep an eye on them. Every now and then, my pal will take them and put them in the box. This I think she does just to annoy me so I get the anxious feeling and have to go find them all and put them back where they belong. This is all done just in case someone would ever try coming in to take my toys.

But there are some things I have that I do like to share. I do not mind at all sharing the park. In fact, it’s way more fun when there’s others to play with. No reason to be grumpy or pushy or try keeping the whole thing to myself. Besides, there’s way too much in the park for me to play with all at once.

The one thing I don’t like sharing is my pal. Other pups want to play with her? Nope. I don’t think so. I am very jealous of my pal, and we’re best pals. I see another pup going in to get petted, it’s time to dive on in and get between them. And then I get to be petted, just to show everyone that this my friend.

But what if someone had something that I would like? Maybe to trade? Would I, could I? I don’t really know, but it would definitely have to be a really good deal. Like if I give up my ball, I’d definitely have to get a treat and you’d have to rub my belly. Perhaps there is room for negotiations, but until you get the good deal, don’t even try taking a thing from a jelly dog.

Nixi Adventure – To The Rescue

cute-971365_640There wasn’t much for Nixi to do here. Really not that much at all. She wanted to do something, but there weren’t really that many options at the moment. Perhaps a wiggle of the ears or a wag of the tail from time to time, but not a whole lot a pup can do when you’re stuck in such a predicament.

It had all started early this morning when Shuffles had decided to knock all the pillows off the sofa. The resulting mess was a common inconvenience for Brandon, but was a mild thing compared to some of the more extreme messes that could be made. The resulting effects of the mess led to another problem though, one that probably could have been avoided had things not fallen into place so very coincidently.

The mess on the floor resulted in Brandon stumbling around. He didn’t pick anything up, possibly due to the hurry he was in to get to work. It was late, he’d woken up late, and time was ticking on making it later than it was a moment ago.

Nixi and Shuffles did not seem to mind the time, so it was hard for them to really understand why Brandon was in such a frenzy. Since a good fun game always cheered them up, they tried to get Brandon to join them so he could relax a little bit. And there was more frenzy with the pups underfoot, and the missing sock that Brandon had been looking for was now racing down the hall and under the bed.

It took a little time to get Shuffles to give up the sock, but eventually Brandon managed to get all his things together and left for work.  Nixi knew all of this because she could hear the door close and the jingle of the keys fade away into the distance. It wasn’t until then that she yelped for help. But it was too late.

Nixi rested in the nook of the bed’s headrest. It wasn’t like she’d planned on it, more like a slip of the paw in such an exciting race. But here she is, paddling at the air with her paws that dangled below into the under-the-bed place. And Shuffles was not helping things by tickling the dangling paws.

After some thudding around and a few wiggles, Nixi only managed to get herself stuck even more. Now the bed covers had tugged along and bunched up to really put a cork in any plans of squeezing out of this predicament.

Shuffles took full advantage of this by fooling around and purposely not helping. Rolling around on the bed, taunting Nixi to chase him, wondering out loud as to why his friend was just hanging around instead of bouncing around and having the fun.

“Get me out of here!” Nixi rumbled and shook the bed some more.

“Out of where?” Shuffles jested.

Nixi just stared at Shuffles as she slowly, very slowly, continued to sink below the edge of the bed. It was beginning to get a little scary, especially when you’re headed in a direction that you can’t see or feel. Yes, those paws were swinging in the air, but there was nothing solid to grasp, and it wasn’t known whether or not the floor was still somewhere below.

As his friend slowly disappeared below the edge of the bed, Shuffles became a little nervous himself. But what to do? He didn’t want to be left up here all alone. Brandon might be gone for a long day, and if Nixi left him, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Maybe chase his tail, but that would get boring after a while.

“No!” Nixi warned, “Don’t do it!”

But Shuffles would do it. He did the bounce on the bed like he’s not supposed to do, and he bounced and bounced. And eventually, he bounced right on top of Nixi, which was all planned of course. Out they both popped with a rather satisfying “woomf” of relief, landing in a heap on the floor below (it was still there waiting for them).

“We made it!” Shuffles ruffed happily.

“Yeah, we did…” Nixi looked up at the hole stuffed full of bed covers above. “But we should do it again, just to make sure it works… just in case.”


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 187: A Dog’s Eye View

labrador-2667328_640We went to the park the other day and my friend took me to the game. When she told me what we were doing, I thought it was going to be us playing. But instead, we ended up watching a bunch of other peoples play.

I wanted to play, I’m sure my friend wanted to play, but we couldn’t play with the people apparently. Something about the rules. Always about the rules. Yeah sure, some rules need to be, like no biting and , but when they stop you from playing, that gets boring really fast.

So I checked out the rules to see if we could and it was just some mistake that we couldn’t. It seemed pretty simple to me, I just watched and learned. And sniffed around at some of the foodstuffs that were lingering in the air.

This game took a lot of peoples to play, I don’t know if you need that many or that’s just how many decided to join in the action. It wasn’t all crazy though, like every dog for himself. They had the strategy here, like everyone was waiting in a special place to do a thing. That part seemed like it would get boring.

Since they wouldn’t let me be on a team, I thought it was going to be difficult or something. But all they do is run around the park and chase the ball. I do that regularly. Seems like the perfect game for someone like me.

And swing the stick around, but no one else seems to want the stick. Maybe it’s trickery, like, I have a cool stick, give me the ball and I’ll give you the stick. And when they throw them the ball, they throw the stick away and start running out into the park. But here’s the thing…no one is chasing them. They just want the ball. So the guy just runs around until they find the ball and do it all over again.

Well, I want the ball too. And it seems like I’m pretty good at all the things they’re doing, except for the waiting and not chasing stuff. So why can’t I participate?

Then it dawned on me. My pal pointed at something very peculiar that I hadn’t noticed before. I need to wear the socks if I’m going to play on a team. And I came to the conclusion that it’s not really that fun after all. I’m not wearing the socks. I don’t know how anyone managed to talk them into wearing the socks, but they did.

We were entertained there for a while longer before my friend also grew bored and decided we should have some fun.  So we played with the ball together, just me and my pal. And I didn’t have to put on socks or anything like that.