Dog Journal – Entry 219: Dog Store

puppy-17473_640We were going on a trip together! I love it when my friend takes me along with him for a nice trip to somewhere. I don’t think it matters where, just so long as it’s not to the doc’s office. And I’m pretty sure today is not the day for that because we had my walking leash.

I sat in the front seat, watching and looking for a good place to go. I could see my nose prints dragging all around the window already as I searched for a good sniff. We past a park and I looked over to my friend to ask him about it, but my friend didn’t stop. There were some other peoples walking down the sidewalk, but we didn’t stop for them either. It began to feel like even if there was a clown blowing up weenie dog balloons and juggling pancakes we weren’t going to stop.

Finally we slowed down into a place full of other cars like ours. This had to be the place. There where other peoples and doggies walking in and out of the place, so we should just fit right in around here. Which is really cool! I can’t remember a place where I got to go inside.

We managed to dodge the sliding doors before they closed on our tail, and that’s when I knew we had found the most awesome spot. There were all sorts of cool stuffs for me! I couldn’t decide where we should go first, this way or that one or play with the balls or run around and chase my tail.

So I let my friend lead the way since I couldn’t make up my mind. The first stop we made was just for visiting or something. Many of the creatures were in boxes, some of them staring back at me. I watched a big ball of fluff wiggle it’s nose and stare at me with beady little eyes. Then it sneezed on the side of its box and continued running in it’s wheel. That’s sort of cool, I wonder if I can get one of those for our house?

It turns out that I cannot have a big wheel to run inside the house.

I met another pupper that was trying to pick out stuff too, but she was way too hyped up about picking out a new leash that there wasn’t really much time for more than a friendly sniff and tail wag. Oh well, we had our own mission or something. I don’t really know, I didn’t plan any of this.

We finally agreed that I needed a new bed. And the toy I’d dropped in it. The squeaking one with the big tail that I can spend all day pulling the fluff out. I didn’t even really have to be either, my pal just went with the flow and things were easy. Today is turning out to be a mighty fine day.

And the part at the end where I got a treat from the guy at the counter was cool too. The only problem I think I’m gonna have now is trying to convince my friend that we gotta do this every day!

Nixi Adventure – Moving Day

movers-24402_640Nixi had the anxiety. It was bad. Really bad. Her normally very squiggly tail was laid out flat on the rug, not wagging or doing anything really. Even her fur was a little tingly, and if one where to pet her their hand could probably tell something was up with the pup.

From the living room rug, she watched all the things getting put into boxes. Normally this would not be out of the ordinary when all the toys where going in the box. But this was everything else in the apartment. All the things were getting packed away, and Nixi was worried.

She was worried because Brandon hadn’t packed her up yet. Her toys were already in the boxes, somewhere amongst the other boxes. The balls, squeakers and other fun things were already gone, which left the pups with little other to do but watch while Brandon packed all the things away.

“What are we doing?” Shuffles woofed curiously.

“He’s leaving,” I whimpered. “He’s leaving us.”

“No he’s not,” Shuffles argued.

“Yeah, he is,” I ruffed back. “Do you see anywhere for us to go?”

“Well…” Shuffles wondered, “Maybe we get one of those boxes for us.”

“But there aren’t anymore boxes left! They’re all full now and there’s no room for us now.”

Shuffles gave the suspicious look as he counted the boxes in the room. Yup, they were all there. Every single one of them. The number was unknown to Shuffles, but there were exactly as many as there had been earlier, except now they were all taped up and filled with the things. So the pup came to the conclusion that he was hungry. And he needed to potty too.

The sudden distraction that Shuffles had succumbed to did comfort Nixi though. Mostly because of the tail chasing that resulted from the pup’s inability to decide what to do first. So Nixi spent a few moments watching the odd scene play out until her friend was exhausted.

Then it was time to focus on Brandon again. He was already starting to take boxes through the front door and disappearing for far too long to be just cleaning up or something. He was leaving for sure. But what about his friends? There was no box for them and time was running out!

Nixi began crying. This led to Shuffles crying. And woofing and whimpering and doing all the things that a worried dog might consider doing when the time comes to worry.

The last box was gone and the rooms where empty. This made things seem even more lonesome. Even Brandon seemed to have an odd look about him as he examined all the things, perhaps wondering if he’d missed something else.

And he had!

“Alright, load up!” Brandon told the pups. There was no box to get in. Nope. They were tagging along in the front seat. No need to pack friends up in a box on moving day, at least the ones that are happy to stay by your side.

To be continued…


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 218: Bush Tail

shiba-inu-3846767_640I realized that my tail is always following me. This is not always a problem, but it does get annoying sometimes. I’ve been stuck, caught, and even blamed for things jumping off the table before because of my tail. So yeah, it’s gotten me into trouble more often than a cat naps.

Perhaps the biggest problem with my tail is that it always gets stuck when I try to make a break for the door crack. Yeah, I’d have made it out so many times if I didn’t have that big bushy tail lugging my hinder quarters. I’ve had it stepped on too, but at least my friend always gives me the love when I let out the yelps. And you know I have to play it for every bit of love I can squeeze out of such a painful situation.

And another thing about having a wavy flag following me everywhere is that everyone can find me. It makes it that much harder to hide when bathtime rolls around or even when we’re doing the chasing games.

Sometimes it can be nice though, especially since I can wave it around like flag so when people see me, they know it’s time to pet me and give me some attention. It waves around, wagging itself from time to time, most of which I seem to have little control over.

In fact, one time my tail even scared me. I was just sitting there, chewing my bone and being the good boy, when all of a sudden I noticed something was waving around next to me. But when I got up to bark it away, it wasn’t there. I must have spent time enough for a long walk by the time I realized that my tail had been waving at me.

Then again, I’ve seen some pups without a tail following them around. They don’t seem to notice that they don’t have one until they see mine. So it’s like having a pal just to myself. A personal little friend that does what it wants sometimes, but I can always count on it to be there.

So I guess I wouldn’t know what to do without it too. When I’m alone, I always know I’ve got someone tagging along with me.

Rocky Adventure – Double Surprise

box-2071537_640I had no idea what the others were up to, but they were up to something. I could smell the sneaky things all around me. Where they plotting on me? Perhaps. But what was this all about? I’d woken up this morning to a full house, my familiar friends all hanging around. So that was already suspicious, but now they were up to something sneaky.

Everytime I tried getting into the room, I was taken back out. Yes, they picked me up and relocated me elsewhere. Most times it was to the hallway, but when they locked me in the bedroom, I knew something was super suspicious.

At least I wasn’t in this ordeal alone. Izzy was here too, mostly because he just wouldn’t settle down. Buck had been calm about things, probably just tired from barking at the wind last night, which usually leaves him napping in the mornings.

“Oh, they’re probably playing games or something fun,” Izzy whined at the door. “Some really cool ones too.”

“Stop it,” I ruffed grumpily. “There’s no use…I still haven’t figured out how to work the locker.”

When the whining continued, I got up and bounced around on the bed to find the best spot to nap the time away. I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere to the left and down from the right pillow, but I didn’t get a chance to find it.

“Of course! Jumping on the bed! What a great game!” Izzy wooped and began jumping all over the place.

I lost all control of where I was going. My legs wouldn’t listen to my demands to get back under me, and eventually I ended up on the edge. I pawed and scrambled to stay on top, but it was no use. Down I went to what I thought was the floor. This was not so this time. Normally that would be the way of the norm, but this time there was something to catch me. Yes, it caught me and I was trapped. In the box. A tall box that wasn’t exactly that roomy at the bottom.

“Uhm, help?”

Scrambling to get out, I found that the box was not easily escaped. I slipped back down, and there wasn’t enough room to get a good jump to hop out. Too tall. Not me, the box. It was way too high up for me to get my paws over the top so I could climb up. There was no way out. And I was trapped.

I cried for help while Izzy cried for someone to help too. This was indeed a tight spot. I’ve been stuck before, but this time is the worst. I guess when you’re in a tight spot, the present time is always the worst one.

To my relief, the old man’s head appeared at the top of the box, inspecting me as though I were a curious thing. Rather than help me out, I felt the box being lifted up and carried along somewhere. Where was I going? I could hear Izzy barking along as he followed along.

We stopped and the box turned over and I tumbled out onto the sofa. There was a big surprise for me apparently. It was a party, all my friends were standing around, presenting me with a very nice little cake. And it was mine. All mine. If only it didn’t have that little fire on top. I will blow it out and enjoy my cake.


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 217: Doggy Doc

vet-3895477_640It started out with the rain yesterday and now I got the sniffles. This is not exactly fun, but at least my nose is wet. However, my pal thinks this is a very big deal. In fact, it’s so major that I’m sitting in the doc’s office right now. Yuppers, no matter how many times I tell her I’m fine, there was no way out of this.

At the doc’s office, things are always a little odd. Like there’s always the cat that sits on the counter and seems utterly exhausted all the time. I think he moved from one side of the counter to lay down on the other just to make sure no one else was going to try petting him. The puppy on the other side of the room was busy making up the energy difference though, all bouncy with sniffing everything. I could tell the young pup wanted to come over and play with me, but there are rules.

That’s the one thing we don’t do at the doc’s office, we do not get to play with one another. So this makes the wait so very boring.

Getting inspected isn’t all that bad. I just don’t like certain things like the poking around in my ear. And the worst part is that the doc won’t even let me sniff it so I can smell whatever she found in there.

But then the doc wanted to see all the thing’s I’ve eaten. Opening my mouth and looking in there was not something I normally allow others to do, especially since they might try taking some of it away. People are sneaky that way sometimes, and they can never be trusted when they want to know what’s in your mouth. Just run. Run away.

I tried to tell them that I didn’t eat anything I wasn’t supposed to, at least today, but they were still determined to find out what was in my mouth. So after some wrestling and a bit of sliding around the table (which always seemed odd since I’m not allowed to sit on the table at home), my friend and the doc teamed up and managed to find out there was nothing really interesting in my mouth.

So I have no idea what the conclusion of the matter was, but at least I got the treat at the end. You might think my friend is the one that enjoys all of this, but she doesn’t really seem to have fun when we come here. Oh well, at least all this is over and we can go play outside and splash around in the puddles or something fun like that.

Dante Adventure – Super Deluxe Mega Bouncy Ball

big-balls-2795470_640If I hadn’t found the ball, none of this would have happened. So yeah, I guess it is all my fault, but Skipper doesn’t need to know that. Right now, he’s still pondering in his mind how this could have possibly happened. I still don’t fully understand it all, but I’ve seen a few things in my days of being a dog.

It all started when I discovered an old ball tucked behind the place where the winter coat and hat hang. They had recently been moved, possibly to get the washing, so when I was sniffing around I discovered something wedged next to the vent at the bottom. It was the old super bouncy ball that was totally relentless at the slightest bop.

After some digging, I managed to get it unstuck and remembered all the old flavors of fun from time’s past. Ah, an excellent time we had, everyone chasing that ball everywhere. And I mean it was everywhere. One bounce and no one knew where it was going to end up.

Only one way to find out if this old ball still did the trick, and I let it bop the floor. Sure enough, it went racing away at high speed, just fast enough to leave me skidding around after it, but slow enough to keep up with. Skipper caught on shortly after that and we were bouncing all over the apartment.

The ball bounced all over the room and down the hallway. Finally, it came to rest in the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, just enough to allow the ball inside. We froze, hoping it would roll back out. But it didn’t, leaving it up to us to to get it back.

“I’m not going in there,” I woofed.

“Well neither am I,” Skipper shook his whole body.

“Let’s get Gracie to get it,” I advised, “Maybe she’ll play with us too.”

So we went to get our friend off the sofa. But this proved to be a far more difficult challenge than originally expected. We tried crying and whining, but that didn’t work. Then we started hopping up and down off the sofa, but all we got were pokes and shoves.

“You gotta get it!” Skipper whined, “Or else we’re not gonna leave you ‘lone.”

But Gracie wouldn’t listen, she just kept messing with her computing thingy. I guess whatever it is must have been way more important than our perilous situation. When it became apparent that we were not going to get her to help us, we decided to come up with a plan.

“Just rush in, grab it and get out,” I ruffed.

“Right, you rush in there and get it,” Skipper nodded.

“No, you rush, I’ll wait here to make sure you make it back.”

“Negative, I am the back up,” Skipper shook himself, “You’re the rusher.”

“I rushed the time before last when we agreed that you’d rush the next time and then I traded you my next time for the last time I rushed, don’t ya remember?” I tried to ensure confusion.

Skipper wondered for a moment before admitting I was right. Then after a few shakes, he rushed through the bathroom door and fumbled around for a moment before sending the ball flying back out into the hallway. It bounced around with super extreme bouncy maneuvers and finally slammed into the flowers on the table.


And now we’re here. Skipper is wondering how all this could have happened. And you know what? I am too. But Gracie, she knows. She reduced the odds of such a thing happening again and now that ball, the very special bouncy one, is gone. Gone forever. How could this have happened to us?


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 216: Wrong Side of the Bed

sad-1930479_640I woke up this morning and things were not the way I would have preferred them to be. There were too many things going wrong with all the stuff right from the start. I even considered going right back to sleep and starting over, but even that didn’t really pan out.

First of all, when I woke up I found myself all alone. My friend was already doing things, but the breakfast time was already passed. Yes, I had slept through breakfast and was left to leftovers in my bowl. Even after I asked for seconds, what I got is all I got.

Then I found my ball. It was flat. What kind of ball goes flat on you? I tried tossing it around, but all it did was flop on the ground. Not very impressive. It didn’t take long for me to just toss it to the side and look for something more entertaining.

But there was nothing else to play with. All my toys had been put away, probably in my box. And that means I can’t play with them right now. Sure enough, there was the box on top of my toy box, and it was way too heavy to push off so I could get inside. Bummer.

When I went outside, the sun was not out. It was all the clouds with plenty of wind rushing around the yard, making things sort of dreary and not much fun at all. But at least there were some fresh scents in the cool air. At least that was the way it was at first. Just when I found a good spot to go potty, it started to rain. So I raced back to the door, but ended up tripping on the steps and splashing into a fresh puddle of water. By the time I made it back inside, my fur was cold and wet and sticky and my friend told me I was now stinky.

As it turns out, it just so happened to be time for a bath apparently. I definitely would have slept through today if I knew about this one. But there was no chance for such an escape. By the time I knew what was going to happen, I would have run. Not a chance though, and I ended up in the tub with soap in my eyes and up to my ears in water. No splashing either, so that’s no fun at all.

At least things ended on the good side of things. I got to lay on the sofa in a nice fluffy towel while my friend rubbed my back. So very relaxing, all quiet and such with a fresh feeling down to my paws, it was a good spot to end the day so hopefully I can wake up tomorrow and everything will be alright.

Nixi Adventure – To Grandma’s House

dog-bones-350092_640Nixi stared out the window, trying to figure out where they were. All the trees looked super strange, and that big water they’d passed by was really neat. Other things had whizzed by far too quickly to recognize.

Brandon was enveloped in his driving and was far too focused on the road to help Nixi find a comfy spot to lay down. Shuffles wasn’t doing much more than sleeping in the back seat. This he did with such vigor by spreading himself all over as much seat as puppy possible. Despite Nixi’s demands to scoot over, Shuffles was busy ignoring everything while rolling over occasionally when Nixi tried to reclaim some room.

So the drive wasn’t exactly comfy for everyone, but it wasn’t a long one. Just outside the city to a place where things were a little quieter. When they’d finally arrived, the pups were both up at red alert, bouncing off the windows and begging to be let out.

Nixi raced up to the door, sniffing at the edge and trying to figure out why all this was so familiar. The place though, all the things, they felt like they were some sort of dream, not recognizable but still familiar to a distant part of her mind.

The door creaked open to reveal a nice old lady who was just as excited to see them as they were to see her. A very respectable greeting, one which everyone received a big smile and an invitation to get inside.

The insides were so awesome. So different from the city surroundings. There were so many rooms to explore and things to sniff, of which the pups were prepared to inspect. But they didn’t get far inside before they were stopped. Yes, the old lady was faster than both pups put together. They were cut off at the end of the hallway, a pair of tennis shoes stood firmly at the end, and a voice demanded that everyone follow her.

Inside the kitchen, there was more than enough to keep the pups entranced. A cat clock meowed from high up on the wall, swinging it’s tail back and forth as it ticked the time. A huge table rested against the wall, and the warmth flowed out of the oven, spilling out the scent of greatness. There were plenty of strange decorations, but it was the smell that tickled the pup’s fur. There were treats hanging around here somewhere.

Then there was the scene with Brandon’s mama who was already telling him a few things. None of the lecture made sense to Nixi, but it was apparent that Brandon was not doing something he should have been doing and that his hair was all a mess (perhaps it was he that needed the brushing.) Despite not having subtitles or any way of actually comprehending what was discussed, the pups found this to be super interesting. And who knows, what if Brandon was getting the knowledge to make these awesome treats they’d been given.

And as for these sweet puppy treats, the pups were spoiled with the most peculiar biscuits. These were an odd treat, but super tasty, fluffy with just a slight bit of crunch. Just enough to make you chew without totally tiring a pup out. When those treats were done, another set was placed before them, even better than the first. Ah, it is a fine thing to visit grandma’s house.


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 215: Going to The Big Water

beach-1790049_640My friend has taken me on the trip. Normally, we’d just be going to the park, the same ball and a fine walkies through the park and such. But today, we had some extra stuffs, like a baggy, like a doggy baggy full of some cool toys and other things. I had no idea what we were doing, but as long as I’m tagging along, that will be just fine.

So being packed in a car for what feels like forever is totally boring. All I can do is sit down in the back and watch some of the stuff fly by outside. No sniffing, no stopping to check things out, and very little on the snack side of things. But my pal does like to make the singing, but when I sing along, he stops.

When we finally arrived at wherever it was that we were going, I realized that it was all worth the wait. The sand, all the sand! And so much  of it to run through. I had to make a mess out of it all. I did the digging and made the piles. Awesome stuff everywhere, and all the peoples too. Many peoples were all playing their own games already, some with balls, others doing the digging, while some just ran around chasing one another.

So much excite! One of the toys my friend brought for us to play with was a big bouncy ball. I couldn’t really nab it with my teeth, but bopping it around was so much more fun. All I had to do was smack it with my nose and it would go flying! Totally way cooler than my regular ball. And it would float in the air too, especially when the chilly wind blew a refreshing blast.

I didn’t really want to go near the water though. It was the big water, all splashy and splooshing at the edge of the sand. I couldn’t even see the other edge it was so big, and that scared me. While we played, I made sure to give the splashing waves plenty of room to do their thing far away from me.

So when my friend threw the ball and it flew into the splashing waters, I froze.  I looked at my friend and he looked at me. The standoff lasted for a few moments before my pal told me to go get it. I was mortified! All that water was sure to lap me up and leave me in the world’s biggest bath.

My pal finally caved when I refused to budge on this issue and he went and got the ball. It floated on the water, bouncing back and forth, sort of taunting me. But I wasn’t about to go rescue it. No way.

So I’ve decided that the beach is a good place for dogs to play. However, if you do not like the bathtime stuff and those big splashes, probably better not let your ball get thrown in the water because you aren’t getting it back very easily.

Rocky Adventure – A Dash of Excitement (pt 2)

door-1590024_1920I didn’t know what to do. Should I hide? Run? Blame it on someone else? Yes, of course, I should do all of these. But in which order? Well I guess I’ll just have to figure that out as I move. Yes, there was no time to sit still and wait for someone to pin the tail on me.

There was too much commotion in the hallway, so I needed to get as far away from there as possible. And quickly too. I slipped past a couple that were still chatting about some strange object they’d found so very interesting. It was easy to remain undetected as I quietly made my way to the back door. Perhaps I could sneak outside and avoid any blame.

But the door was shut with no way out. So I was going to have to find another place to hide or something. I was going to have to find it quick too, the sound of the people was getting louder and had begun moving around, perhaps looking for the culprit. I wasn’t about to sit still long enough for them to figure out it was me, so I dashed to the bedroom.

No! It was closed up too. I was running out of options. Perhaps I could escape by way of the old man’s play room. There’s all sorts of odd things in there, gadgets and such, and no one would even think of looking in there. Even if they did, there’s enough things to keep them looking for days.

Yes! The door was wide open and the light was on, so very inviting for a pup seeking a spot to stash himself. But here’s the thing, there were already some people in there looking for something. For me? I hope not. So I scrammed, getting my little paws onward toward the kitchen and making as little jingle as I went.

The kitchen was now clear of any bystanders. I guess they were all out looking for whoever did the thing that wasn’t my fault at all. It wasn’t my fault, I assure you. And I’ve begun compiling my best wiggles and dances to best explain how cute I am to avoid any confusion. Or perhaps it will create confusion and everyone will forget to blame me? Yes, either way, I will win.

I had but jingled a few steps into the kitchen when the voices slipped up behind me in a hurry. I’d been caught! And many eyes already had me pinned. I could feel it in my paws.

“It wasn’t me!” I howled.

But it wasn’t enough. They were coming right for me! What was I going to do? There is no way out of the kitchen and the people have the doorway blocked. I rolled over and played dead. It was the only thing I could think of at the moment. Izzy told me once that it works on bears, but I don’t even know what that is. Well, it’s worth a shot.

It worked! The people rushed past me and had suddenly found something very interesting on the table. I don’t know what it is, but they were singing and laughing now, something about a birthday. As for me, I was happily forgotten for the moment. Oh yes, the distraction had worked. My plans had come to fruition, and now the spilled flower vase in the front hall is forgotten and I’m free and clear of all charges. It never happened. Nope, I have no idea why anyone would even consider that I did it. And now for a nap, that was more than enough excitement for me at this party.


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.