Dog Journal – Entry 170: Main Event

soap-bubbles-672642_640I don’t know about you, but I just have to chase something that is moving. Don’t know why, it’s just a natural reaction to it. So I sat down for a sec just to see if I could figure things out. I thought really hard about it, but it’s not exactly as simple as you’d think.

That’s because there is something about the chase that every dog I know really enjoys. It’s fun, it’s exciting, and it’s great exercise. These are all awesome things, but my favorite has to be the chase in of itself.

I chased a squirrel one time as it raced back and forth down the top of the fence. Never did catch that rascal, but it was fun. In fact, I really don’t even know how it started in the first place. Don’t really know if we were being pals and racing or if I even wanted to catch him and make him squeak like a toy.

Is it about the racing? Well, maybe. Let’s see, I do like to win, so that would be something important to remember when racing. There’s also the challenge of the whole thing, just to see if I can out run anything and everything under the sun.

Sometimes I just want to catch something though, like the ball or the stick or the cat. I really want to catch that cat though, just to see that look on her face when I finally do. Someday maybe. But I’ll be happy enough if you’d just throw the stick already, alright?

So what about the actual chase itself. Am I really having fun, because it is hard work to catch some of these things, so is work fun? Well, for me it is. It’s actually refreshing to do what comes naturally. I’m happy, excited, and it only gets better when I’ve got friends around to share the fun with.

All that running around gets you super tired, and even though you still want to keep going, it’s important to take a break and cool down, get some water, and sit in the shade for a few.

As for me, there’s a vent that blows cool air right onto the bed and that’s where I am if anyone asks for me. I know I’m not supposed to be on the bed, but that’s only when I get caught, so don’t tell on me and ruin my cool afternoon snooze.

Nixi Adventure – Total Chaos

chaos-485502_640There was a big commotion in the other room. Nixi and Shuffles had been snoozing soundly up until then, but they were awake now. Their ears darted to and fro, trying to figure out what in the world was going on over there. It sounded like someone was throwing the whole sofa around the room or something.

Nixi bounded into the room to see what Brandon was doing. Shuffles stayed behind since it was not yet lunchtime and he was dreaming of sunny days in the park at the moment, which things were far more important than wondering what strange commotion went on beyond the backs of his eyelids.

Brandon was indeed throwing around the sofa. Well, it was more like he was upsetting the furniture in a rude way. His expression was that of determination and the broom he handled was smacking the floor and the ceiling between swings.

It did not take long for the fan to start shaking, dancing around on the ceiling seemed to be the idea at the moment. Nixi circled her head, trying to keep an eye on the fan if it tried to make any sudden moves other than the one it was currently making.

“Stop that,” Nixi barked at all the things.

But the wild scene continued onward, and Brandon was determined to upset more furniture than was actually available. The sofa was scooted away from the table and the table was pulled from it’s place and all the stuff on top of it dropped to the ground.

Brandon was swinging the broom around at all the things. Everything was getting hit. Nothing was enjoying this, including Nixi. It was too wild, too out of place. This was not like Brandon at all. Normally, he enjoyed all the things so nice and tidy, organized and in their place.

Another innocent cushion was whopped across the room and that’s when Nixi saw the mouse in the house. This tiny rascal had slipped in unawares and was the cause of all this commotion. Something had to be done if she was going to save the day. Or at least preserve the kitchen from such a demolition.

“Shuffles!” Nixi barked, “We gotta fetch it!”

Without hesitation, the wiggly pup raced into the room, ready to fetch something, anything that needed a good fetching. And then he’d want to fetch it again of course because that’s how things worked.

Though the pups were on the case, there was no calming Brandon down. He was relentless. The mouse was scheduled to depart and the flight would not be missed. He swung again as the pups raced around the room trying to pounce on the wily little critter. It was a miss for the mouse, but a solid for the basket which went flying through the air.

After a bounce off the wall, the basket rolled on the ground and landed, open end down right on top of the squirrely little sneaker that had made it through so much only to be caught by sheer luck. Of course, the team took full credit for the effort, and don’t even try arguing with any of them. Everyone played a part and the plan rolled out flawlessly.

The cost however, was the sofa room. But it was a sacrifice Brandon was willing to make to sleep so soundly tonight. He sighed relief and patted his team on their fuzzy little heads in congratulations.

Then Shuffles nudged over the basket. “That was fun, let’s do it again!”


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 169: Fresh Scent

dog-2225537_640I never liked getting my fur cut. It’s just too weird losing all that nice fluff.  You see, I’ve got really fluffy fur, not like my pal who’s got a short scruffy coat. So he never gets trimmed up, and that leaves me with double the share of time spent clipping and snipping.

My pal usually corners me and does this terrible thing. It’s not like I have any choice in the matter. All I can do is run and hide, and hopefully she’ll forget or at least get too tired to carry out her sinister plans.

It’s a fight in the beginning. It has to be a fight or my friend would be doing this way more often. Same as the bath, only this one includes the bath. It’s like they plan everything terrible to do to you and pile it up on the same day.

So it’s terrible, the tugging and the sound that the scissors make is just scary. Clip, clip, snip, snip and then my fur falls off. I’ve seen it, and you don’t know if that’s your tail or maybe an ear or worse. It just leaves you wondering

After double checking the mirror to make sure my ears are still perky and my tail still wags right, I get to enjoy the feeling of being lighter and so free. It’s sort of refreshing, but I don’t like dealing with all the soap and scrubbing that comes right after this.

Oh yes, one can never forget the bath. Like I told you before, my pal piles up all the things that annoy me. This is really hard to run from though. No getting away. You will get a bath and you will not like it. Just a warning if you’re up for a trim soon.

The only part I really really don’t like is the clipping of the claws. I need that for digging and the such like,  but she doesn’t listen. It’s hard to dig holes in the yard for a while, but it grows back soon enough. This is when I rely on my friend to dig for me, and it doesn’t take much more than telling him there’s a bone somewhere buried there.

Now all this comes upon me because I’m super fluffy and I like to roll around in the yard all the time. I’ve barked with other dogs and not everyone has to endure such things. But if you’re fluffy like me and you have to go through the gauntlet, do you have any hints on how not to get the soap in your eyes?

Rocky Adventure – Sneaking Pups

dogs-984015_640It was a nice and sunny day and I was just a sunbathing on the back porch, enjoying the cool air and the warm sun tickling my ears. In the distance, birds chirped and cheeped about how delicious the seeds were this time of the year, while Mister Good Cat watched carefully from the fence post. It was in total, a very calm and peaceful day.

That’s when they popped into the scene. Well, it was more like they pushed and shoved their way into it. The fence, that old beat up fence, lost the bottom parts of a few boards as two rascally pups weaseled their way into the yard. This was done in a quick hurry and without any explanation as to why this was being done.

“Hello,” one yipped at me after the grass was shaken from the tangled fur.

“Quick, help us hide,” the other whispered, glancing around to check if they’d been followed.

I gave them a quizzical look, “Hide from who?”

“They’re trying to give us a bath,” the first pup whined.

“Wow, that is terrible,” I thought back to the most recent incident with the soap in the eye.

So I decided to give the pups a chance to avoid such a catastrophe, and looked for a place for them to hide. First up under the picnic table that sat in the corner next to the bushes and out of the sun. It wasn’t really a good spot to hide though, not enough cover.

I checked out the garden area, but the soil was still muddy from this morning’s watering. The old man had really drenched things, and the leaves weren’t yet thick enough to cover even these small pups.

We tried behind the rake, but you could still see their tails wagging happily. This just wasn’t working. They were happy, but they weren’t doing a good job of hiding it.

“What are we gonna do?” they whined in unison.

“Why don’t you try inside, surely a swell place to hide,” Mister Good Cat meowed from the fence top.

“I don’t think I can bring friends over today,” I considered aloud.

The cat meowed again, glancing around, “There’s not much time, they come quickly to find.” And with that, the cat hopped out of sight and I was left wondering what to do with these rascals.

I heard a voice calling in the distance, so we had to hurry. Without further consideration, we tried going inside, which was harder than it sounds. The pups were not squishing through the doggy door as easily as I had originally thought. That’s what I had to do though, squish them through. It’s easy to stroll on through, but they were just being difficult.

“Just go through,” I huffed and tried to get the one that was wiggling the most through the door. But they were resisting. Futile. And finally after much effort, they both popped through the door and onto the carpet. I rushed in after to make sure they didn’t squeeze back out, and ended up in the dog pile.

And lo, the old man stood there in wonder. I’m sure he was thinking something along the lines of “one, two, three… that’s too many!” and indeed I was right. The old man scooped up the puppies, one in each hand, and cuddled them close to his chest to make sure all that squirming didn’t free them up.

Then the doorbell rang, so it was imperative that we answer it. We did, and behold, there was a man with great big eyes, very surprised indeed to see that the old man holding up his two pups. Looks like the game was over. It was bathtime for them for sure.

I looked at the old man as the door closed and we were left all alone. “Now don’t you be getting any ideas now,” I warned. “Hiding is way easier when I don’t have two tattle tales to give away my spot!”


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 168: The Moocher

adorable-3344414_640Mooching off your pal when they’re snacking is a favorite pastime of mine. Really, what else is there to do but see what goodies you can glean, especially when you’ve got a messy friend. I like them when they’re messy though, it makes things easier.

So what do I normally do, I start by just slinking around and eyeballing. A few sniffs and a curious look later, and I know what’s cooking. Of course, my friend starts getting all suspicious and such, trying to hide what they’re munching on at the moment. But the bag as already cried out to me, calling and drawing, ready to be emptied out.

After I’ve been discovered and my friend is alert to my plans. I like panting really hard right up in their space. If there’s anything that makes someone spill their chips, it’s when you let them know you’re not going anywhere. It’s even more effective when it’s a hot day too. Usually, my pal pushes me down and the chips get spilled in the process. Oops, but it’s okay, I’m here to help clean up.

And if my pals are really getting good at ignoring me, I paw them to remind them of how much I’m starving. It’s hard to ignore my big paws smacking their leg followed by the most adorable face I can manage. I have met a few peoples that can sit still through this, but they are the exception that proves the rule.

Then if that doesn’t work, I roll up on their feet so they can see the belly. Bear witness of how empty it is! I’m practically fading away here. And i’ts good because they’re gonna trip if they try to get up and get away.

It’s only a matter of time before they do the angry stare. This is inevitable, and it’s often their last ditch effort to withhold the goods from you. And here’s where I like to really get them moving around (the more they move, the more gets spilled), I don’t stare back. Nope, when I see the stare begin, I look away casually and observe all the many other interesting things around the room. Usually, my friend goes back to munching, and then I stare again. This can go on for a while before it starts to pay off, so be patient.

So what sort of special moves do you use when you’re mooching snacks? Mine is more of a patient method, but some pups just like to pounce and grab. I like to get a little here and there, but some want it all right now. Which pup are you?

Dante Adventure – Not Going Back Now

border-collie-750617_640I didn’t realize what was to come until it was too late to stop. Things were in motion, and it’s awful hard to put the brakes on when it’s this late in the game. I tried anyway, putting on the brakes, but it only made things worse.

Skipper didn’t help things out at all. I could hear him cheering me on, even though he had to know that this was all wrong. It was all wrong and going even wronger. Wait, is that even a word. Well, if it’s not, it is now and it applies to this particular situation.

In the distance, you could hear Gracie yelling at me to stop. But it’s not like I could stop to explain to her that there was no stopping any of this. If I could have done that, I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in right now. But she’ll soon see that, and if she doesn’t, just gonna have to ‘splain it later. If there is a later.

You see, none of this was my idea in the first place. It was all Skipper’s fault. He’d talked me into doing this and I’d fallen for it. Well, it was more like he called me a chicken because I didn’t want to at first. And I still didn’t want to when I did it, but the whole “chicken” name calling thing really ruffles my fur, and I caved. But it’s still his fault, that’s I’m even more sure of now.

Perhaps if the other dogs at the park hadn’t cheered me on, I wouldn’t have been persuaded. Now that I think of it, I’m gonna put some of the blame on them too. They should be here with me, ready to face the consequences, but they’d all scattered as soon as things started looking south. They ran off to chase their ball or play with their own friends, and I was stuck here, just me and the branch.

Oh yeah, I guess it would make sense to tell you, I am currently in the tree. Yes, I am in the tree. Up high like a cat, and I don’t even know how to set things back in order. I’ve never been in a tree, and it’s hard to believe that I made it all the way up here. But it was all so fast, I just kept running and now I’m here. And the ground is down there.

The problem is, I’m not in exactly a comfy spot. My paws are barely hanging on and I’m starting to slip. When the first paw was down, that’s when the cheers from Skipper grew louder. He wanted me to jump back down, but that was too much. It was enough that I’d ended up all the way up here, now he was calling me a chicken because I didn’t want to jump down.

I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure dogs are not supposed to be in trees. Maybe a few roll arounds in the piles of leaves in the fall, but those are on the ground where it’s safe. Skipper wasn’t up here to share the experience, so I invited him up.

“Just jump down already,” Skipper barked a little calmer now. Not so bold anymore.

“I need a push,” I invited again. Skipper was quiet now.

That’s when things began to happen super fast. Faster than the first. And I fell. It was all done in the wag of a tail, but lucky for me, I didn’t fall as far as the ground. Skipper, in all his wisdom had left himself right in my path, ready to give me a helping paw when I landed.

Everything turned out to be just fine in the end. I was fine, Skipper was fine, the rest of the dogs at the park were fine, and the tree seemed okay too. But Gracie didn’t like any of this. She was totally upset and in one of her lecture moods, so we had to cut the visit to the park short. It was a good lesson learned though: If you’re gonna fall, find a fluffy place to land.


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 167: Escape

dog-1340327_640What does every dog wonder about a fence? How do I get to that grass that is definitely greener on the other side? Yes. That is what I wonder, and every dog I’ve ever barked with wants to know the same thing. And some dogs find out how, and then realize that they can’t get back to where they started from.

You see, I just happened to be wondering this very thing when I realized I could squeeze under the fence to get out of the yard. And then I was off and I found all sorts of cool things. Lots of things to sniff and investigate and some odd things to eat, none of which I had ever seen before when my pal and I had gone for walkies around.

But there was a problem. It was fun and cool and I found out the grass out here is the same as what I had in my yard, but I was sort of lost. So let me just remind you to remember where you started and where you’re going before you try this.

The odd thing is, I had found myself in another fence by the time I realized this. There were rocks and dirt and things with big huge tires, none of which I recognized. The only thing familiar was the funny tree that has the long tickly leaves we used to lay under when the sun got super hot and the racing games were over. But the rest of the park wasn’t there anymore. Just dirts and rocks. After further investigation, I figured out that it was indeed the tree, and someone had obviously stolen the rest of the park. But luckily, the forgot the tree, so I knew where I was.

That’s when I saw the man. Not my pal, but the one with the thing for catching the other dogs. Not me though, I ran in the direction of the yard. I wasn’t far away from safety, but the man was after me so it felt like I was running forever and not getting any closer to the safety of the spot under the bed.

It was super scary, but I made it back to my fence and managed to wiggle back under right before the man caught up with me. So I’ll woof ya what, not doing that again. And I found out the grass isn’t really greener anywhere beyond my yard, and if we find some, I’ll be with my pal. Because pals come in pairs. And we’ll be sticking together from now on, I can assure you.

Nixi Adventure – Spring Smells

japanese-cherry-trees-324175_640The wind was wild, fluffing the fur as it blew across the park. Nixi could smell all sorts of things, but they were so mixed that her nose couldn’t tell what was what. Was it the ducks from the pond? Maybe a little bit of perfume on a pup, and a fresh canister of tennis balls just got opened somewhere nearby.

Nixi described all these things to Shuffles, but he couldn’t tell the difference. So Nixi got to paint a picture for the younger pup so his nose would be keen to these very important things in the future, because every dog needs to know what a fresh tennis ball smells like before the first throw.

“You see, a fresh tennis ball that’s never ever been thrown has this wonderful smell,” Nixi explained to Shuffles. “There’s a bit of a snippid smell that is similar to a leaf from the sweet tree over there that drops in the fall time.”

“Well what does that smell like?”

The wind blew another whiff of scents onto the pups, fluttering the grass and blasting them with a strong pond smell. With the wind so strong, there weren’t any other pups out brave enough to enjoy such a day. But it was on the schedule, so the pups were here with their pal who was strolling along the play area to get some exercise.

“The leaves that fall in the fall time smell sort of like one of the boxes that the mailman drops off at the door,” Nixi described the best she could.

“Oh, well I remember that one from yesterday, but all I could smell was the fuzzy stuff in the box,” Shuffles carried on with his own description. “It was sort of funny smelling, just like the bottom drawer in the office.”

Nixi wondered about what that smelled like, but couldn’t quite put her paw on it. “I don’t know, but it’s probably just like when the closet door opens.”

“Where the evil vacuum sleeps?” Skipper’s ears drooped back.

“Naw, the one with the socks on the floor,” Nixi shook her ears in the wind so her pal wouldn’t be thinking about such dreadful things.

“What about the smell when Brandon makes the “noch-yos” with the chips and stuffs?”

Nixi’s mouth watered. “Oh, that’s a good smell, but that’s not it. It is even better though.”

Brandon finally got back to where his pups were laying, struggling against the wind himself. It was too much for a day outside, but he wanted to tire the pups out so they wouldn’t be all wild and crazy when they got back to the apartment.

So very suddenly and without any warning at all, Brandon reached down and wrestled with Nixi, spinning her around and then tickling her belly. Then he took a big sniff in her ear (he knows this tickles her silly) and told her that she needed a bath. The smell was far too strong to be permitted to go on any longer. After he’d done the same to Shuffles, they thought it was playtime again. But no. Indeed, it was bathtime, for the smells of the windy outdoors had soaked in a little too much, and oh boy, those pups were in for a surprise.


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 166: Expanding Territory

dog-1196414_640I really enjoy my space. In fact, I like it so much, I add to it every chance I get. And that means every chance I get. Here, there, wherever I may roam, I make sure this is mine and that is mine, just to make sure I’ve always got some space left over. You know, just in case I need it.

As a dog, you should enjoy your space. It’s the claiming part that always seems to be the challenge though, especially when your pal is trying to stop you from doing such things. It’s like they don’t understand that you’re doing it for “us” not just me. What’s mine is mine and what’s you’re is mine or at least it’s soon to be.

First things I usually smell for is if the spot is claimed already. If it is, I claim it anyway. There’s really no reason not to, and they can always claim it again if they really want it back. And when it comes to disputing over claimed areas, just keep claiming it until the other one gives up. Persistence pays in the end.

Of course the house is your primary spot of all the claiming of the things, but I like to find locations beyond the yard. Like when we go for walks around the block, perfect time to pick out spots to claim. A tree? A bush, even the neighbor’s yard can all belong to you, but here’s the hard part: your pal is always out to stop you. This is mine now? Nope, you can’t have it says your pal. And so you’ve got to be clever about claiming things, and it’s for their good too, they just don’t know it yet.

My method of claiming things and my friend’s method are very different too. I prefer to sit on things and they’re mine. I sit on the sofa, it’s mine, I sit on the floor, it belongs to me. It has to, but when I’m done, anyone can claim it afterwards.

However, my pal is always claiming things they aren’t even using. I get on the bed, nope, gotta get off because it’s they’re bed. They’re not even napping right now and it’s still claimed. The bed, sofa, and other spots I really really like are usually unoccupied, so I claim them and my pal scoots on in and scoots me out of the way.

In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, my pal claims a lot more stuff than I do. I just wish she would share more often, especially the secret location of those tasty treats. If I could only find it, I’d claim that spot and it’d be mine, mine, all mine!

But not so fast, the more you claim, the more you have to try to keep. And that’s a little too much for a pup like me. So I claim what I keep, and my pal is possibly the best thing I ever claimed. And I’m keeping her forever… so paws off!

Rocky Adventure – Grumpy Day

angry-2026756_640We argued about the treats again. The old man wouldn’t give me one, and I wanted one right now. But every time I tried to explain to him why, he told me “no.” It was just a flat “no” too. No reasoning on his part, he was just holding out on me for no reason at all. At least that’s the way I felt about it.

“Just one,” I woofed putting my paw on his leg. “I just need one… for now.”

But the cuter I tried to look, the less the old man paid attention to me. It was getting harder to use the face and my tail was getting tired from all the wagging I was making it go through to achieve ultimate cuteness. I was getting drained.

I tried negotiating some more, but nothing seemed to be getting through to the old man. I think he was just in one of his grumpy moods or something. If I was ever going to get a treat, I’d have to get him out of his mood and out of that chair.

So I started constructing my plan. What would work? What would get the old man out of his chair? None of my tricks worked on him, even the best ones like my dance and the tail chase.

My first idea was bringing toys to see if the old man wanted to play. Sometimes when I’m grumpy, I like to play and it always puts me in a better mood. But the old man didn’t like the ball the rope or the squeakers. And I piled them high, but even the ones that I tried putting on his lap were not softening the old man to my requests.

After that didn’t work, I headed out to see what other things I could find. Maybe I needed something he wanted and we could work out a trade or something.

I looked around outside to see what I could find. Plenty of grass and the garden was all dirty and fresh ready to grow some food things. The tree was making the leaves and the squirrel was chasing the birds, but nothing caught my attention.

Then I found something very interesting. I’d remembered it from before, but it was sort of muddy and smelling a little funky. After scooting it around a little bit to shake off the dust, I nabbed it up and took it inside to show the old man to see if it would put him in a better mood.

The old man looked at what I’d brought him and wondered. He made the very confused face. I could tell he recognized it, and slowly his frown turned upside down. He took it from me and dusted it off a bit before getting up and heading for the kitchen.

“So can I have a treat now?” I woofed.

We went to the kitchen sink and the old man washed his hat. And when he was done, without even drying it out, he slapped it over his shiny head with a “smack.” Then he looked at me with a goofy grin and I could see his mood had changed.

“So can I has a treat now?” I asked.

And it was so.


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.