Rocky Adventure – Marco Polo

flowers-2611590_640The door was wide open to the calm rain that fell outside. I watched from my dry spot in the hallway, observing the old man as he wandered in and out with boxes. I didn’t know what he was up to, but he seemed to be enjoying himself so I let him be.

As for me, I was just as happy hanging out and watching the rain fall softly outside. I really like days like this because everything is so calm. There’s no rushing around trying to do things like chasing off the birds.

I was cozy in my spot, just watching things and thinking things. Mostly I was thinking about finding that hidden treasure out at the park. Izzy told me about it last week, and the ground should be getting nice and soft with all this rain. It wouldn’t be too hard to dig it up and have all those treats to myself. Yup. Good thoughts.

But I was feeling a tingling in my belly and it wasn’t because I was hungry. Nope. All that rain had given me the urge and I needed to take care of it. Hopefully I wouldn’t get too wet. Maybe I can find a spot alongside the house where things were a little drier.

So I headed out the door, passing the old man as he looted a box on the porch. The rain wasn’t exactly drenching, but it was annoying enough that no dog in his right mind would just stand in it. I know because I’ve seen Izzy stand in it before and he’s always out of his mind.

Around the corner was indeed dry enough to allow me to take care of business comfortably. Regardless, I did what I needed to do, sniffed around a little bit and then headed back inside. The rain was starting to fall a little harder, and I didn’t want to be all soaked to the bones.

But when I got back to the porch, lo and behold, the door was shut. The old man was no where to be found and I was stuck outside, all alone. I barked out to the old man to let me inside, but there was no answer.

I scratched at the door and waited. The rain was getting wetter and so was I. There was still no answer though. In the distance, I could hear the birds mocking me, chirping lightly in the shade of the trees, probably drier than I currently was.

It wasn’t long before I started shivering. Why had the old man locked me out? Had he forgotten about me? Where was he? Why didn’t he answer me? What’s for dinner?

The old man was calling me from somewhere inside the house. I could hear his voice through the door, but he wasn’t close. I don’t think he knows where I am. So I called out to him. His voice got a little closer and called me again. I called back. The next time he called out though, he was further away.

“Over here!” I cried out, shivering in the rain.

We must have called out to one another like fifty-thousand-hundred times or something. That’s a legitimate count as well, so don’t go second-guessing my calculations. But eventually, the door swung open and I rushed in past the old man, rubbing myself on the warm carpet and getting the water out of my ears.

“Where were you?” I cried out to my buddy.

He just scratched his head and looked outside. Then at me, then back outside. While I waited for him to answer me, he grabbed a towel out of the hallway closet and stared down at me.

“I’m waiting…” I ruffed and shook myself off again.

Then the towel landed on me and was wrestled and wrapped up like a little doggy in a blanket. The rest of the afternoon was spent snuggled in a warm dry towel while the old man sat in his favorite chair, just a rocking back and forth as he read me a story.


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 140: Blame Game

dog-2785074_640Busted, you’ve now been caught and you’re in deep trouble. You’re cornered and without escape, the finger is on you and the evidence is being brought forth.  Your pal finally figured out what happened to the sofa and you’re to blame. Or are you…

There’s still one last escape. But who can you blame it on? Find someone else, anyone else and put the burden on them. We gotta be smart about this though. You can’t just go blaming anything willynilly and such. Think about it.

So could one of your toys have done it? The sofa? Don’t be so quick about throwing ideas out there without thinking about who the blame needs to land on at the end of the day.

So you’re gonna have to start with where you were because of course you are completely innocent because you weren’t anywhere near whatever whenever it happened. Where were you taking an awesome nap when the sofa suddenly exploded everywhere? Probably snuggled real comfy on the bed or maybe chewing on your favorite toy.

Then you’re gonna have to pin the tail on whoever did the thing. Who else is in the house? You need to pick out someone who can take the blame for you. And it’d be best if you pick someone who isn’t there to defend themselves…you know, blame you right back or something.

The cat is an easy mark. Of course he did it, it was always the cat right from the beginning. He’s always slinking around and plotting sneaky things to do.

Meeces and crawly critters that love to invade the home are always sneaky enough to do something like tear things up or ransack the food stores. Of course it was them and you’ve been warning your pal about them for days now too.

Birds hanging around the house might just work for a good pattsy. Even if they had to fly inside to do it, it’s just as good. Maybe it’s even better since they’re gone now. They’re for sure guilty otherwise they’d have stayed for dinner.

What if you don’t have anyone around to blame? It just happened all of a sudden. What can you do? You were snuggled up nice and warm on the bed and then- WOOMF! The sofa exploded into a ball of fluff and such. It’s worth a try at least.

So next time you’re in a pinch, just relax and blame the cat. After all, you are such a cute little innocent dog, and who could blame a dog with a pair of ears like yours?

Dante Adventure – Critter-Sitter

box-2413877_640There was a knock at the door. It was the neighbor. He was sure nice, but very short and very quick about whatever it was he told Gracie. In fact, he didn’t even have time to converse with Skipper and me. Oh well, he’s not really that fun anyway.

However, the parcel that he left with Gracie was of great interest. You see, it was a simple box that wouldn’t have seemed out of the ordinary at all. But it made noises. Lots of noise. I could hear squeaking and the rustle of tiny little paws scraping around. There was something inside of the box, and that was what was so interesting.

After the neighbor left, Gracie took the box to the kitchen table and we followed along. This was far too interesting to simply ignore, and we wanted to see if we’d gotten a new pal to hang around with.

But whoever or whatever was in that box was off limits to us pups. Gracie inspected the box and stared inside, making funny faces and sounds as she did. Whatever it was seemed to be so interesting to her, perhaps even more interesting than us.

After a while, we were shewed away from the kitchen table and told to go play in the sofa room. So we reluctantly did, but there were all those odd noises coming from the kitchen. It was so obnoxious that I couldn’t nap. I kept wondering what those things were, and eventually I drifted off into a lite slumber snuggled up with my good buddy.

When I did wake up, it wasn’t because I was done napping. Nope. It was because I was getting blamed for taking the shoes again. This wasn’t the first time, and it probably won’t be the last one either. Something about Gracie and losing things. Yesterday it was her keys, today the shoes, tomorrow it’ll probably be something about the socks again.

But Skipper didn’t do it either. We had both just been hanging out on the sofa since the last round of races about the sofa. Other than that, we hadn’t gone anywhere or done anything. No mischief here today. We have that scheduled in for tomorrow.

So who did it? Skipper and I blamed Gracie for misplacing her shoes again, just like the other day, but she insisted that it was us that were to blame. We went back and forth like this for a bit more before coming to no conclusion.

Skipper turned his head in a peculiar way and stood fast. His ears twitched around like they were looking for something. Then he turned to me and woofed, “Do you hear that?”

I listened while Gracie waited for us to answer her for the bagillionth time. But I couldn’t hear anything special. Nothing at all. It was actually pretty quiet. “I don’t hear anything,” I woofed back.

“Exactly,” Skipper barked. “The scratching sound is gone!”

He was right, the sounds coming from the box had completely gone quiet. We had to check it out! Both of us rushed into the kitchen only to find the box the neighbor had brought over was now on the floor…and it was empty!




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 139: So Far Away

dog-2901704_640Have you ever had your best buddy leave for a really long time? Not just to go to work or something for the day, I mean a really long time. Like when they miss a whole bunch of dinners and you’ve gotta stay with friends or something.

I mean, it practically felt like I had to make all new friends. Luckily, I got to be with his mama and papa and their cat, and the cat turned out to be a real cool cat, but too much of a smooth talker to be trusted with anything edible.

Another thing is that I had to get used to always being a little lonely. No matter how many pals I had around with me for a game, there was something not quite right about it all.

It was like there was always something missing.

In fact, I can recall that I would have likely  forgot about my pal if it weren’t for those oft dreams where he’d show up with a bag of toys ready to play. But sometimes I’d just sit on the sofa and remember some of the cool stuff we’d do, like when I’d tear up the sofa and he’d clap his hands…wait, I got those confused again. See what I mean? Maybe that’s why I keep getting into so much trouble.

And I especially missed out on all the special snacks and treats and back rubs my pal was always giving me. And just the comfort of hanging out with my pal, relaxing together, was all missing in my life.

But when he got back home, boy was I happy. I was so happy that my tail wore out the rug I think. I couldn’t believe my ears, finally hearing my pal’s voice in the longest time and smelling his funny smells that tell me that I was doubtless reunited with my bestest buddy.

I couldn’t even sleep I was so excited, dashing back and forth trying to think of all the things I needed to tell him. So many stories and adventures I wanted him to know about, especially the ones where I needed his help the most.

Then I got to show him some of the new toys I’d gotten, and even told him about the noodle incident…well, only the funny part. But the best part about it all is that he was here to stay and now I won’t have to tell him about my adventures. We’ll have ’em together from now on.

Nixi Adventure – Play With Me

chicks-573377_640Nixi followed along with Shuffles, checking out all the cool stuff. The aisles were lined with neat things, toys and pillows, and even some treats. All of it was so awesome to find in one place, and the best part was that they weren’t alone.

Other peoples and their dogs wandered about, checking out toys and trying out beds and things of this nature. The echo of dogs barking from somewhere else in the store told everyone else that they were dogs and were wondering if all the others were dogs too. Basically, there were a lot of things going on all at the same time, and each dog to their own tale.

Nixi and Shuffles were busy checking out the edge of an aisle with all the balls. There were balls with bells, some that had other balls inside of them, ones with ropes so you always knew where to find it, and even a ball that was shaped like a box. All sorts of cool things. But that wasn’t really where their attention was.

The tiny birds bounced around beyond the fenced area, chirping and dancing happily as they chased and scratched the ground. It was a strange sight to the pups, but it was so cool. It was as if squeaky little chew toys were bouncing around, waiting to be played with. But there was the fence.

“Will they let us in?” Shuffles whined, pawing at the fence, wanting one of the little chicks to play with him.

But no, there would be no dogs allowed. There were rules here, and the ladies beyond the fence would not let their tiny chicks play with the pups. Neither would Brandon allow the pups to get too close of a sniff.

When the pups wouldn’t stop negotiating for a playdate with the squeaky chicks, Brandon decided they needed to move on and check out something else. Apparently the toy aisle just wasn’t as interesting as the chirping critters.

So the group moved on to other areas of the store. There were tons of beds here, and one was bound to be just the right size for Shuffles. It was probably a good thing to check out since Nixi was getting tired of sharing hers with the still-growing pup that was occupying more and more space.

But there was something to sidetrack hanging around the next corner. There was a spot fenced in where no dogs were allowed. But beyond the fence was a man tending to the rabbits. The pups had never seen such things and wanted to play with the fuzzy fluff balls that bounced around.

Nope. Playing was forbidden here as well. Apparently the bunnies were just for looks, not for sniffs and chases. No matter how smoothly shuffles proposed his play-plan to the man who was herding up the rabbits, the no-dogs allowed policy stood fast.

When the pups refused to stop staring through the fence, Brandon tugged the pair along to another spot, this one hopefully wouldn’t have some strange distraction.

The coast was clear and the pups focused on the food aisle. There were so many flavors and sorts to choose from and more than any dog could ever eat in one sitting. But picking and choosing which ones they wanted wasn’t really up to them. That didn’t stop them from putting some of them on their wish lists.

Brandon escorted his friends down the way, pointing out which ones seemed appealing to him, but what did he know, he was a peoples. The dogs sniffed around, dancing back and forth checking out the lower shelves and wondering what was high above. Everything seemed to be going so smoothly.

Then they reached the end of the aisle and saw them. Oh yes, it was them. It had to be them all along. Brandon wondered how it could not have been them. But it was them, and both pups were happy as could be that it was them.

The children were petting and playing with every dog that came their way. They dipped down and inspected the short dogs with a back rub, and grabbed and hugged the big ones with a tug on the ears. But if there’s anyone out there that knows how to play with a dog, it’s a children.

Nixi and Shuffles were no exception to slip by without playing with the group of children that were wandering around the store. These ones didn’t have any fence around them and unlike the others, the parents did say that this time, dogs were allowed!


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 138: Another One

dogs-1210323_640One thing dog’s don’t like sharing is their best friend. I love my best buddy. He’s my bestest buddy, and I don’t like sharing him with others. I don’t know, don’t ask why, but I’ll tell you why! I’m a dog. It’s what I do. I’m good at being a dog, so I don’t like sharing my pal’s attention and all the belly rubs I get at the end of the day.

So who’s out to snatch my best buddy from me you might ask…Well I’ll be honest with you, these things seem to happen most often when I’m not around to keep him out of trouble. I’m guessing it’s a common issue, perhaps peoples should be inclined to take their dog everywhere from now on in order to prevent this.

But in my instance, my pal brought home another fuzzy critter. Yes. It has four paws and a tail and whiskers and rolls around yipping and yapping. It just sort of happened one day when he got home and dropped the newcomer down on the floor with me. At first, I thought he was just here for a visit, but nope. Apparently I have a new roommate.

What this means is I have to share my treats. That’s not good no matter which way you turn it. I know I still get the same treat every day, but I noticed he’s getting one too, so that means I could have had that treat if he weren’t around…

Now the rascal won’t stop hopping into my bed with me too. I don’t like it. Makes me feel funny and I can’t get comfy enough to snooze. He gets all up and snuggly with me and breathes his puppy breath in my nose. And since he’s there, I gotta groom him and keep his whiskers clean, so that’s a whole other thing.

Probably the worst thing is that the attention has been split up, and not necessarily evenly. Now we gotta go through and teach the pup all the tricks and rules of the house. That takes time and that’s time I could have been spending with my pal out at the park chasing sticks or something really cool.

Another thing is that he tears up my toys for me. That’s one of my favorite things to do, and here he is just chewing all the fuzz out of my new toy I just got. All the fun already spread out all over the floor, and I get the blame afterwards. I don’t even get to have the fun of the mischief I get credit for.

He totally takes my spot on the sofa and hoards all the bellyrubs. Then when I try to get up there and get my share, there’s just not enough room for me. And when I voice my complaints, I’m told to just relax and be patient. I’m a dog, I don’t even know what “patient” means!

But the upside is that now I’ve got someone to boss around. So maybe it’s not all bad. Now I’ve got a partner in mischief…and maybe we can put our noggins together and figure out where that secret treat stash is being kept once and for all.

Rocky Adventure – The Visitor

skunk-853084_640There wasn’t much he could do. You see, Buck just doesn’t know when someone doesn’t want to be your friend. I tried to tell him to watch out. Even the visitor told him to go away. But Buck just doesn’t listen despite his over sized floppy ears.

So now he knows better…at least I think he does. He should. I know that I know better than to mess with any critter that smells like that. But now Buck smells really bad. I mean really bad. Seriously, it’s bad. I think you can even smell it inside the house because Christie had already come outside and was in a frenzy. That smell would probably drive anyone crazy like that though.

Buck dragged his face on the ground, occasionally bellowing out a cry for help. Christie was now rushing in and out of the house, grabbing things and throwing them in the yard. It was sort of funny, she looked like she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted, grabbed anything for what was to come. Be prepared was the name of the game.

The visitor had left already, waddling out beyond the hole in the fence and had gone her way, leaving her scent behind in strong measure. If anything, the smell was getting stronger by the moment.

Finally, it seemed like Christie had all the things she thought she was going to need, grabbed the garden hose and started spitting water at Buck. Not long after, the tub in the yard was getting filled and Christie was trying to coax the smelly dog into the water.

After a fair chase, Buck was dropped into the big yard tub, splashing water everywhere. Immediately you could see he was no longer in his comfort zone. Christie was not comfortable either though, wrestling to keep the huge stinky dog in the tub. Luckily, his short legs made it hard for Buck to climb out, so he was at a disadvantage. He was trapped. He was stinky and trapped.

Christie scrubbed and scrubbed Buck, making faces as the smell spread even more. The scent floated through the air, making my nose hurt. It was getting so bad, I thought I was gonna cry. I can see why Buck was whining so much. He was getting stinkier and now he was getting a bath.

I watched from the fence, wondering if my buddy was going to be okay. There was no way he was going to be let inside if he was going to smell like that.

“Hey, you gonna be alright?”

“Does it look like I’m alright?” Buck howled.

“Well you’re all in one piece…right?”

“Yeah, but she’s giving me a bath!” Buck whined as a big cup of water was dropped over his face.

“That’s true.” Then I felt bad for Buck. Watching him get a bath was like watching him be tortured slowly.

The old man was over there helping out now. He had some super secret stuff with him that was supposed to do the trick. That’s what he’d claimed amongst all the splashing. But I don’t know if anything could get rid of that funky smell.

But the sudds and bubbles that floated up smelled different.

Buck started smacking and licking his nose. “It tickles!” Buck bellowed. “Make it stop the tickles!”

But the tickles apparently continued. Buck squirmed and wrestled in the tub, splashing around and doing everything possible to make it hard for the old man and Christie to do the things and continue the washing.

The smell simmered down. It was still there, but not to the point my nose was burning. Buck was released from the tub and proceeded to spray water everywhere as he flung his ears around and enjoying his freedom.

It was finally over and Buck celebrated his success by dragging himself around on the grass, rolling over and over again. Christie and the old man nodded approval, taking turns sniffing the flailing pup that was just happy to be out of the bathtub.

“Howdy,” the visitor squeaked from the fence as she waddled in toward me. “Got any tomatoes or do I need to spray you too?”


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 137: Skunked: Help!

skunk-159477_640If there’s one thing a dog is good at, it’s getting into trouble faster than they can get out of it. So if you ever come across a skunk, it’s very likely your pal is gonna wanna chase it, and if you don’t catch ’em first, things will happen. The not-so-good things.

So I’ve got some advice for anyone else out there with an exceedingly smelly dog that has been utterly skunked beyond belief. And it works even on the fuzziest of dogs.

Luckily, all you need is a few common household items:

A box of baking soda and a pint of hydrogen peroxide are your main ingredients. I’m not too sure if there’s any special ratio, but I used half a small box of baking soda and a pint of hydrogen peroxide and it did the trick. To help with the sudding, a few squirts of some dawn dish soap helps lather and starts cutting the smell too. Mix them all together in an old one-gallon water jug (cut the top off so you can stick your hand in it), and now all you need is a stinky dog and your choice of the yard and the hose…or do you dare take them inside and wash in the bathtub? It’s up to you, but when the source of the stink is gone, the smell fades away pretty quick, so inside isn’t too bad of an idea if you think it’s too chilly outside.

Do note that the baking soda will keep on sinking to the bottom after you’ve mixed it, but I used that like a paste in those really stinky spots around the eyes and whiskers where you want to be a little more careful and maybe need a stronger dose of anti-skunk stuff since it’s most likely your pal got skunked in the face. You know dogs, sticking their noses in places where they’re mischief to be had.

Once you’ve got all the ingredients, chosen your spot for the washing, and you’ve tagged your pal for a bath, sud your bud with the mixture and really massage it into their fur and scalp. You don’t have to bathe them entirely in the stuff, just focus on the areas that got sprayed, which will probably smell a lot like burned rubber when you’re up close and pup-sonal. You’ll know, just follow your nose.

As a precaution, don’t get it in their eyes, in their nose, or mouth. And be ready, they’re gonna start licking as soon as they feel the bubbles around their snout, which does make it hard to wash the area without getting it in their mouth. It’s definitely not an appetizing drink, but my guess is that the bubbling effects of the hydrogen peroxide tickle and the licking is just a natural reaction. Regardless, it’s not something you want going in their belly, which is why I used the clumps of baking soda that accumulated at the bottom of the jug for this, sort of scrubbing with my finger and keeping my pal’s tongue away with the other hand.

Keep in mind that hydrogen peroxide has mild bleaching effects, so don’t leave the suds on them for too long. That is, unless you want your pal looking like some sort of hair-band front-man from the 80’s.

After you’ve rinsed all the stuff off thoroughly, wait a few minutes and do a sniff inspection. You’ll be able to tell if you’ve missed any spots, like behind their ears or under their chin. Then it’s time for a regular bath with some dog shampoo. It’ll help rinse out any residue and hopefully give them a not so stinky after smell.

Hopefully you never have to deal with a skunky dog. It’s not fun. But just in case it happens, I know it happened to me and it was the last thing I was expecting, I figured I’d pass on the advice.

Dante Adventure – Tricks and Treats

jack-o-lantern-248760_640Gracie had our unbroken attention. I know not what else was going on around us. All I knew was that Gracie had treats in her pocket. Lots of treats. And the dispensing was only according to our attention to the details.

It had been a while since we’d done this. Skipper vaguely remembered at first, but when the treats popped up, all things were recollected. We both sat very still, attentive to every single thing Gracie did and said. There were even hand gestures that needed to be interpreted as well.

But this also had a competitive edge to it as well. Both of us wanted as many treats as possible, so I wanted to do better than Skipper, and I’m sure he felt the same way. So when I was the first to figure out what I was supposed to do, I kept it quiet and just did the trick.

Of course, Skipper being the copycat he is, he totally coppied me and got a treat too. But that’s only because he saw me do it first. He’s such a copycat.

Gracie held her hand out and told us to “roll over.” I waited for a moment until she waved her arm around, making tumbling motions in the air. She looked so funny, it was hard not to laugh.

After I’d rolled over, I waited for the treat…and bam! I got one. Then of course, Skipper did the same but added in his little extra.  Skipper rolled over and kept right on going. Showing off got him extra points with Gracie. He was stealing my show.

Then Gracie wanted us to do the dance. This is one of her favorite things to watch us perform, and we’ve used it plenty of times for getting out of minor trouble situations. It doesn’t work well when the sofa cushions get shredded, but then again nothing really does.

The thing about this trick is that the dance is not the same for the both of us. Skipper totally gets away with just prancing around in a tiny little circle, but I have to do the full spin while balancing on two paws. So it’s not easy for the rascal to just copy me directly. He’s gotta get it for himself, and there’s no way he can balance on two paws.

So I did my little dance and hopped around in the circle, chasing the treat Gracie was dangling high above my nose. When I finally got it, I sat down and chomped, waiting for Skipper to do his bit so we could move right along with things.

Several tries later, I figured out it was taking too long. Gracie was too focused on getting Skipper to dance for the treat, and he just wasn’t getting it. Not only that, but we weren’t moving on with things, which meant no treats for me until he got his.

This competition was turning into a cooperative mission. The more tricks Skipper tried to perform, the worse he was getting. Soon after, he started doing the spaz thing where he pretends he has a tail and tries to fight it. It’s funny, but it doesn’t get the treat.

Although I have to admit, some of the confusion might come from Gracie. As Skipper gets flustered, Gracie’s hand motions and speech gets a little odd and frantic, and things just get worse from there.

“Look,” I barked, “just do the dance already.”

“What? Really? Why didn’t she just say that in the first place?” Skipper woofed and did his regular dance.

Then he got the treat. Finally. Skipper chomped down on his treat, still bobbing his hinder quarters around in dance mode. He gets stuck like that sometimes, I don’t know why. I don’t even know if he’s aware of it either.

“Why, munch munch, doesn’t she just tell me what to do instead of making funny noises and shaking her hands all around?” Skipper wondered as he finished his treat.

“I don’t know…” I pondered and looked to Gracie, “Why don’t you just tell us what to do instead of making funny sounds and shaking your paws all around?”

But Gracie didn’t give us a clear answer. She just wanted us to do something else. A new trick. I guess no one ever told her about that one. Old dogs and new tricks just don’t quite mix. And this scene is the perfect reason why.

I guess figuring out what we’re supposed to do is part of the whole game. Oh well, back to winning treats.


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 136: Fall Breeze

leaf-2598771_640There’s something relaxing about the breeze, especially when the trees start shedding. The cool air brings in all manner of smells and sounds and it tickles my fur so awesome. It makes my nose feel funny and when I stick my tongue out, I can almost taste the wind.

Despite being such a simple thing, it really seems to do a lot for my attitude. I mean, who likes a stagnate hot day with all the air just being lazy and such? I know I don’t. Makes my fur feel sad and itchy.

It’s awesome to be able to just stand in the wind and let it cool you down after a long hot summer. Even if it does feel obnoxiously hot, at least that breeze feels good blowing through my fur and tickling my ears.

One thing in particular is that the breeze always brings new smells around. Sometimes when the wind is just right, I can smell hamburgers cooking afar off. Smells good.

You can also hear all sorts of cool sounds too, so you can, you know, howl along with them. And speaking of sounds, all that buzzing can drive you bonkers, but the wind seems to make the insects stop buzzing so much. And now I can focus on doing important things, like digging holes and such.

If it’s really windy, I can chase things that get caught up in the air, like balloons. It’s not as fun as playing with my pal, but it works well when you’re bored by yourself.

A good breeze also makes you feel like you’re going really fast when you’re really not. Sometimes I pretend like I’m in a race and I’m going so fast that no dog-catcher in the world could keep up…even in their trucks. Yeah, I dream of being fast as the wind when I finally grow up all the way. Nah…I’ll be faster.

Then there’s a breeze that isn’t quite the same, but it does feel cool too.  I know my pal gets mad at me, but I really like sticking my head out the window as the car rolls down the road and letting my tongue fly in the wind. Plus I get to bark to all the people we see walking down the road so they know who I am and what sort of treats I prefer in case they ever came to visit.

Another windy moment is when I’m inside, sitting in front of the fan and just being lazy because it does almost the same thing and I don’t have to worry about insects attacking my nose. But I do tend to get booted out the way when my pal wants to sit in front of the fan. He acts like it’s all his or something.

So do you like the wind too? Or are you like my pal that gets all flustered when the wind attacks his papers and throws them all over the place? I like the wind, and I do think it’s funny to watch my pal chase all those papers around too…double win for me.