Dante Adventure – Just the Two of Us

dog-947826_640It was just Gracie and me today. We had the whole day to ourselves. Yes indeed, and it made me very happy for it to be so. It should be like this more often if you ask me. And now it was very quiet and relaxed, just me and my friend.

This was all because Skipper was in the trouble. Deep, deep in the trouble. He’d done all the things he wasn’t supposed to do, up to and including snatching the freshly made sandwich off the table and then when he was busted, refusing to stop eating it. It was a big stubborn mess.

So after Gracie had wrestled the remains of the sandwich, she’d taken that very disobedient rascal into the bedroom and closed him in all by his lonesome. Though he whined and whimpered and scratched at the door, he was in there until he calmed down and stopped throwing tantrums.

I was being a good boy though, so right now I was the favored. Indeed I was the favorite. We rested on the sofa together while Gracie relaxed, rubbing my belly and tickling my whiskers. It had been a wild morning, so this break was much needed. It had also been a while since I got to enjoy some time without Skipper bouncing on top of me and trying to hog all the attention.

After a while, we decided to do other things. So I went and got Gracie her slippers and dropped them on the floor. I was just being nice. It was an old trick I remembered from when I was but a puppy, but old dogs remember old tricks. And that sure got me a swell pat on the head and my ears rubbed.

We went into the kitchen where Gracie began preparing some snacks to be eaten. I do believe this was her planned day away from the school and work stuffs, and just taking it easy had been the primary plan all along. I deduced this very obvious bit of knowledge when I realized she had not left for work and the keys were nowhere close to the door. Also, she is wearing the slippers.

So the food was made and it smelled very nice. There was no panic attack from a fuzzy worm that rushed in to beg for half. It was just us two. And I didn’t even beg for anything, I just sat on top of her slippers and waited patiently like the good boy I am. Yes, I am the good boy.

After the lunch, we went outside for a walk. Just a short one, but just the two of us. I didn’t really sniff around or anything, just walking with my friend. Getting a little exercise on a nice cloudy day. It even sprinkled a little bit, just enough to make everything smell nice.

We returned home shortly after the sprinkles fell and stopped. It was still quiet and peaceful, and I’m pretty sure Skipper had finally barked himself into a deep slumber, so we played fetch for a little while in the sofa room. Gracie sat on the sofa and would roll the fluffy ball across the floor while I retrieved it.

This fun went on for a while until Gracie fell asleep. Just a nap, but I joined in just to see if we could continue to play in the same dream. It wasn’t until I awoke to the sound of Gracie stretching to get up that I realized that I’d only dreamed of sunshine rays and grassy parks.

Those thoughts drifted off into somewhere else as we made our way down the hall toward the door. Apparently it was time to end the quiet. Gracie opened the door and let the Skipper out. He was not happy, but at least he wasn’t all wound up either. Just grumpy I guess.

“So what’d you do all day,” Skipper asked gruffly as he shuffled out into the hall with us.

“The same thing we’ll do tomorrow if you don’t settle down next time,” I grinned.


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 179: Hobbies

adorable-1851108_640I’ve watched the cat for years. He’s always climbing up on stuff and hanging out. Just hanging out up there. Seems so strange, but I had always wondered if it was fun. Turns out that it isn’t actually fun, but it makes you feel really cool. I don’t know why, but to every spot there is a unique experience.

The first thing I ever climbed up and stood on was the sofa. I’m pretty sure every dog has had this moment of triumph, especially if you’re not supposed to be up there, but it was really neat. I could see all the things in the room, but then I saw places even higher and realized this wasn’t enough.

So the next mission was to get on the chair.  But then I realized the table is a better spot so I hopped on up a little higher. And then I got caught. Tables are the no-go zone now, at least when everyone is home.

I moved on to other things, like trying to get up on the counter. This turned out to be quite the acrobatic feat, bouncing from one thing to the other. After a few tries and only rocking the flower vase (it didn’t fall over), I managed to almost get there. Yes, I was right there, and then the cat meowed right above me and I fell back down to the ground. Someday I’ll try again, but not for a while. Not until the cat stops bringing that whole ordeal back up.

Other things you might not think of standing and perching upon actually include other dogs. I’m not very big (got a big heart though), so this is actually really fun and easy. Well, it’s easy so long as the other dog doesn’t start moving or anything. It’s pretty cool, I sort of get a view of what it’s like to be on top of things. Ready to bark and lead the way.

I did try standing on the cat once, more like sitting, but he didn’t go for that. Turns out five of their six ends are really sharp and pointy. So don’t stand on cats. Lesson learned so you don’t have to find out for yourself.

There’s tons of stuff at the parks to do things like this, like trees and bushes and the tunnel. But I noticed that if you try standing on the bush, you fall through everytime. I don’t know how or maybe someone out there can let me in on the secret of how to do such things. I know I’ve seen the birds do it, so it’s gotta be possible…right?

I’m not gonna say I’m an expert at standing on things, but it is a fun hobby of mine. My pal doesn’t really approve of it, especially when I stand on top of her to wake her up in the mornings.

So do you pups out there have any hobbies? And if you consider yourself a pupfessional, can you teach another dog some new tricks?

Nixi Adventure – While You Were Gone…

animal-20574_640Shuffles raced around the room, chasing nothing at all. He’d been doing this nonstop for at least twenty minutes. It was probably the sugary donut he had nabbed from off the table. He’d been quick about it, and none of the other pups nor the sitter had even noticed, but the after effects proved the culprit.

The reason why no one noticed the nabbing was because Nixi and Jewel were busy making a mess in the bedroom. They’d managed to wrestle all the pillows off the bed and were making a comfy hiding spot under the comforter where no one would find them. However, they had been found and the sitter was negotiating them out of their cubby hole.

After removing the pups from the bed and relocating them to another room to avoid any further deconstruction, it was time for the sitter to deal with another situation that was lingering in the air still.

Then the chase was on, but the racing speed of Shuffles made it even harder to give him a bath. He’d decided to roll around in the flower bed, and now he smelled far too funky to be hangin around in the house. This took some careful cornering, but eventually the pup ended up in the tub with suds in the fur.

When it was finally bedtime, things had not yet calmed and the fur was still in a frenzy. Shuffles had napped after his bath and was back at his wild tail chase while the others were wrestling in the sofa room. It seemed like there would never be an end to all this chaos, one thing after another.

The breakable things had already been put up high so that they couldn’t be knocked over anymore. The flowers had already been spilled, but luckily the vase was plastic so there was no breaking. There was no braking for the pups either. They were jumping on things and bouncing around and yipping and yapping.

Finally the pups fell asleep snuggled up together, sharing the sofa with Jewel’s pal. The snoring was loud, but they were all comfy, mostly because they were completely tuckered out. It was finally bedtime, but the morning would soon come. Perhaps too quickly for some.

And the next morning, wouldn’t you know, the pups were up early, but not as full of energy. They would have slept in, but the alarm was ringing and no one was turning it off. So might as well get up, and deal with the sluggish morning. In fact, the sun wasn’t exactly up either. It was relaxing behind some clouds, so the morning was nice and cool, preferable for calm moment out in the yard while they all worked on waking up the rest of the way.

The group rumbled outside, some sniffing, others winking, and still others not really thinking.

That’s when Brandon drove up, waving excitedly at the friends he was happy to see. It was not as chipper in the yard, the pups simply watching quietly through tired eyes and slow wagging their tails. They didn’t have the energy to tug anyone around today, and the sitter didn’t really have the strength to hold them back if they did anyway.

The car rolled to a stop and their friend popped out with a big happy grin on his face. The trip had been short, and he was in an especially good and energetic mood this morning. This was in somewhat stark contrast to the audience present to greet him.

“Did you miss me?” Brandon asked as he bent down to rub the ears.

“Miss you?” Nixi woofed. “You’re the one who missed all the fun!”


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 178: Tight Spot

dog-3071334_640There’s been a few times I’ve gotten myself into a situation that I wasn’t prepared to deal with effectively. And by that fancy sounding phrasing, I actually mean I got stuck. These things do happen, and they will continue to happen.

So now that I’m here, I can remember some of the stickiest situations I’ve been in before. They all flash through your mind when something likes this happens, perhaps my brain is trying to remind me that this is not the first time and perhaps I might learn something from it. Or maybe it’s just because I am bored and can’t do anything else.

One of the scariest times was when I was stuck between the sofa and the wall. I was just minding my own business sitting on the edge of the sofa when all of a sudden I slipped through the crack and down to the floor. I was stuck there until my friend got home, I couldn’t climb out, and there wasn’t enough room to jump. There was barely enough room to wag my tail. But my friend got me out of that one.

Then there was the time I got my nose stuck in the refrigerator door. I was just interested in what was in there. My friend had it open to do a thing with some of the food stuff in there, and I just popped in to see what was up. Then the door closed before I was done, and there was my nose, stuck right in the middle.

My friend seems to have a talent for getting me stuck too, so it’s not just me all the time. This one time, my friend was painting the room, and the paint got in my fur. Apparently, if you get too close to this type of situation, you get the paint on you, and it doesn’t come off unless you get the bath. Terrible way to get out of this one.

And my fur seems to have a mind of it’s own sometimes too. One time it got caught in the air conditioner vent, and I was so scared I couldn’t figure out who was pulling my fur. I must have blamed everything under the sun, but the whole time it was my own fur. I was betrayed.

Other things of mine that have their own mind include my tail. Yes, I have had my tail in the place where a tail should never be, that is to declare, behind the rocking chair. Stuck for a moment, but the aftershocks last for days. Terrible thing, never go near a rocking chair, even when your pal is sitting in it.

But this time, oh yes, this time I have gotten myself stuck in the cookie jar. It was laying there so confidently and practically begging to eat whatever was in it. There were only a few delicious crumbs left, but it seems that when you stick your head into a place that is a tight fit, you cannot get it back out. I did not know this, but I’m telling you now so that you do. And you know that I know this.

So it’s back to the vet’s office to get me out of the jar. I can’t see anything really, it’s all blurry through the sides of this thing, but I had a feeling this is where I’d end up. So for all you pups out there that haven’t found yourself in this predicament yet, don’t… unless the jar is filled with cookies and treats. Then it’s worth it.

Nixi Adventure – Adventures In Puppysitting

animal-1134504_640Nixi and Shuffles were supposed to be good little doggos. That’s what they’d been told when Brandon had left them with the sitter. The instructions had been very clear, they were to be very good, do what they were told, and be happy puppies. Oh, and have a good time.

Then Brandon had patted them both on the head and left with his one bag and a lunch. That’s when it had suddenly dawned on Nixi that he wasn’t taking them with him. It came as a sudden shock, even though he’d been telling them about it all morning long. But now, when they were left with the sitter, things had become very real.

The pups wandered around Jewel’s home, mostly wondering what to do next while Jewel and her friend relaxed on the sofa and watched.

It didn’t take long before the pups began to howl for their friend to come back. Whining and scratching at the door, they danced around in a fret. They were not taking this situation too well, but the first reaction usually wears off after a while.

It wasn’t. Instead, the pups had turned to one another and began discussing what to do next.  Brandon had certainly forgotten to take them with. This had to be a mistake or something. He was coming back at any moment to get them. This was there considering as they woofed back and forth,

Shuffles tried digging under the door, and that’s when the others decided to do something about the anxious pups. It was up from the sofa and the whiny pups were corralled up and leashed. Three pups all bundled together and tethered to one young woman was quite the sight with a lot of potential for things to go awry.

Jewel’s friend decided to take them all out for a breath of fresh air, hoping it would calm them down some. So out they went through the front door and into the yard. This turned out to be a mistake. The pups had now discovered that if they ran fast enough, they could catch up to Brandon somewhere down this road.

And of course dog see dog run, so Jewel had to chase. This pulled their friend into a hop and a rapid skip as she tried desperately to rein the pups back under control. From the sidelines, the neighborhood cat meowed with laughter but quickly ran away when the dogs mushed directly for him.

“I can still smell him!” Nixi ruffed tugging forward, “He’s somewhere this way.”

“Yes, follow me!” Shuffles bounced ahead.

“This is fun!” Jewel yipped.

“Stop!” was all the poor woman could manage as she was drawn out of the yard and onto the sidewalk.

And they stopped. Very suddenly. This left Jewel’s friend in a stumble as she rolled onto the pups that had all stopped in their tracks. At least it was a fluffy landing. When she’d finally gotten up from the pile of dogs and dusted herself off, she pulled the pups back into the yard and relaxed for a moment.

“What were we supposed to be doing now?” Shuffles asked curiously.

“We’re supposed to ‘stop’ is what the game is now,” Jewel answered.

“Yeah, but what about those birds over there?” Nixi wondered.

While they’d finally forgotten to be worried about Brandon, the pups had not forgotten how to give a puppy-sitter a hard time. And that’s because they’d already forgotten what their pal had told them to do…


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 177: Not My Day

rottweiler-869018_640Everything is going wrong. I woke up this morning, and all the things were not going my way at all. It’s supposed to go my way, but not today. Nope. And I’ll tell you what, it’s been really annoying.

So it all started out when I hopped out of bed and fell flat on my face. My big floppy ears got tangled up in my paws and it just happens that way sometimes. I like my ears, and my friends like my ears, but my paws do not seem to agree at the most inappropriate moments.

Then we went outside to do the normal morning routine and I was still just as happy as could be. But then the sprinklers came on when I was trying to do my business. And it wasn’t like I could just stop right in the middle of it. I had to sit there and endure the soaking.

And because I was all soaked, I wasn’t allowed back inside until I dried off. I tried shaking it off, but then I got my friend wet and he wasn’t happy about that, so my chances of going in a little wet were dampened further.

When I tried to dry myself off by rubbing and rolling around in the grass, I ended up rolling around in the dirt instead, so a bath was already inevitable. I was promised this would happen later, so now I have that sitting very uncomfortably on my mind.

When I finally did get back inside (my breakfast was served on the porch) things seemed to be back to normal, but I was in for a surprise. The bug appeared. And I have to get all the bugs in the house because they don’t belong here.

That’s when the desk dropped the vase. Yes, the desk did it. I may have bumped into the desk, but it didn’t have to throw the vase and the flowers all over the ground. It wasn’t my fault, but my pal didn’t see it that way.

Oh, by the way, did I mention that we didn’t go to the park either. Instead, my friend had to clean up the flower mess and we ended up missing out on all that fun time under the sun.

And then there was no treat because of the whole vase thing, and instead, I got the bath I was promised earlier. So now I was soaking wet again, but at least I got to be inside. And my pal rubbed me down with the towel and I felt a little better.

By this time, the day was well spent. The sun was down so the outside was out of the question. Instead, we hung around while I dried off. When I smell good after a bath, my friend does like to pet me though. So that’s nice. And as a small bonus, he even let me fall asleep on his lap while I got my back rubbed. Not too bad a way to end the day.

Rocky Adventure – Rocky The Grouch

mad-46338_640I wasn’t in a good mood. The noise from outside woke me up from a really good dream, and now I’m not happy. Nope, not at all. In fact, I’m so unhappy, that I feel the need to share it with someone. That way they can know how I feel, and then maybe I’ll feel better.

So my plan was to recruit the nearest friend I could find. My first stop was the old man. He was surely up to something fun, and I want to find out what it is. I looked around for a while, but he was nowhere inside. I searched the kitchen, the bedroom, under the covers, in the bathroom, and even downstairs in the dark belly of the basement. But the old man was nowhere to be found.

I nudged through the door and shuffled outside to continue my search. Sure enough, there he was, just a wacking away at the weeds. That’s what all the noise was about. It was indeed the old man that had woken me up from my sweet sweet slumber.

He turned to me and smiled, but I did not smile back. With a huff, I turned to see who else was about the area. The old man called after me a few times before giving up and returning to his chores.

The fence was busy with birds, probably hoping to get some yummy bugs racing to escape the weedeater’s path of destruction. I barked at them, making sure to scare every one of them away. I felt a little better now.

Then there were the squirrels. They chattered away happily up high in the tree. I could see their fluffy tails wiggling excitedly as they discovered fresh pecans ready to be munched upon. I barked at them too. This took far more time than it normally should have, probably because they knew I couldn’t climb up there to get them. But after a good argument between us, they chose to abide elsewhere, and not in my tree. That’s good. Not in my tree. I felt better.

“What’s all the ruckus about, meow,” Mr. Good Cat licked his paw as he perched up on the fence post. “You scared my dinner away.”

“You’d better go away too,” I woofed. “I’m in a bad mood.”

“Well then,” the cat slyly eyed me, “I guess I’ll go hunt somewhere else right meow.” And with that, the cat and his tail disappeared beyond the fence to some other yard.

I nodded my approval at the increasingly vacant yard. The old man had even thrown in the towel and gone inside, so it was just me and the grass. And the tree. But there was also that flower over there. That flower did not belong. I must get rid of it too.

It was a big flower, not the average size I normally see in the parks. It was a big one. I sniffed it and sneezed. And again the sneeze shook me to the tailbone. I don’t like to sneeze. I growled at the flower and prepared to dig it up.

That’s when someone far grumpier than I emerged from the flower. She buzzed up into the air and darted around, probably trying to get me to buzz off. That’s not gonna happen, I’m far too grumpy to allow anyone else to be grumpier than me.

But apparently, where there’s one grumpy buzzy bee, there’s more. And since there’s only one of me and a whole lot of them were beginning to show up, I figured it was a good time to get into the happy mood of getting back inside where it’s safe. Preferably close to the old man.

Maybe being grumpy isn’t the way to go. Yeah, it’s much safer to be happy and relaxed in my friend’s lap while he rubs my belly and smiles. I feel much better now, thank you very much. Oh, by the way, someone’s gonna need to do something about those angry bees outside.


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 176: Speak, Doggy

dog-3467268_640I’m not really the barky sort of dog, but I can carry on a good conversation with strange noises that go bump in the night. And I like to bark at the birds in the trees too, but not the squirrels, just the birds.

There’s one thing I’ve noticed about all the barking and talking and such things that we do every day all the time. Mostly, we do them with others, but I’ve found myself barking at myself in the mirror from time to time. The most obvious thing of all is that every one I meet seems to have a different technique to speak.

My friend next door is a really big dog with a bushy tail and is so fluffy that he pretty much just lays around during the hot summer days. It took a while to get used to him, but he always barks with the same rough ruff that just makes him sound so properly disciplined.

Then there’s this one tiny dog with a curly tail and big eyes and perky ears that runs around barking really really fast in a funny tone that makes it hard to understand. But I’ve gotten much better at figuring out when she’s angry at the squirrels and when she’s angry at the birds. But for the most part, she’s angry at something, it’s just the target that is attacked that changes.

Then there’s the cat, who just wants everything right meow. It’s either “me” or “right meow.” Not really much to get out of them, though they do tend to throw a hissy-fit when things do not go their way.

While my fellow fuzzy friends can be a little difficult to understand sometimes, it is far greater a challenge to comprehend what my bestest friend is talking about. She speaks to me, I’m sure of that, but the few words I know are just that… few. I know things like “park” and “dinner,” and things of the just like. But sometimes I wonder what the question was, and if I’d given the right answer to get to go to the park or some awesome thing.

Basically, I really need an interpreter if I’m ever gonna figure out exactly what she’s on about all the time. At the park, we pups will sometimes just sit and wonder about the strange things our peoples talk about. I’ve pondered a few ideas about who that “good boy” really is, but none of us can really put a paw on it.

While I can’t exactly figure out some of the things my friend tells me, it is apparent that my friend does like talking to me, and even though we don’t always understand each other, it is nice to have someone to talk to about anything at all.

There are definitely secrets to this speaking thing that I want to find out. I’m sure if I could only find out what they’re talking about, I’d know how to open the door and where the treats are stashed at.

Dante Adventure – Through The Storm

lightning-bolt-768801_640We had been traveling for a while now. So long and too long without a potty break. Many trees had been spotted along the way, but we stopped for none. It was boring with little more to do than to stare out the window and watch all the things pass by in a blur.

We weren’t stopping at all is what we’d been told, there was a schedule to keep and we had to catch up to it before it left us behind. So Gracie drove on past all the neat things that might have been so fun to investigate and explore.

I stared ahead out the front window, watching the horizon slowly grow darker and darker. That might have been normal if it were late, but it wasn’t. The sun was still bright above us, but there were clouds up ahead and it started to smell like rain.

By the time we were caught up in the shadowy sky, the wind had grown super strong, pushing us around. I could feel it even in here, and the howling was like a lonely pup in search of a friend. But that pup was terrible at making friends, so the howling always was.

Then the rain started slapping the windows. It was smacking and making all manner of noise, trying really hard to intimidate us. I hopped into the back seat with Skipper and we made sure the rain didn’t try getting inside the truck. It can make that ruckus all it wants as long as it stays out there.

Gracie was slowing down now, but still she refused to pull over for a break. We had to get through the storm was what she told us, even though we currently had to potty and the sound of the rain wasn’t making it any easier on my belly.

Then the ice balls started dropping too. It was tiny at first, but I saw them looking like little snow balls rolling around outside.

The lightning flashed outside, and the thunder made more noise. It was not cool. The inside of the truck would flash with light, and then the thunder rolled down my backbone and fuzzed my tail. I wonder what that feels like for Skipper?

Skipper started chewing on the seat again. He always does that when he’s nervous, but this time Gracie didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t seem to be paying attention to us at all right now, her only focus was what was ahead.

We were slowing down still, but with all the water splashing and the little balls smacking the windows, it seemed like we were going super fast through the pond or something. I finally gave up looking out the window and ducked for cover. That seat belt over there started looking like a wonderful chew toy to take my mind off such things.

Eventually we made it out of the storm, and the sun shone bright beyond the clouds that rolled through the sky. It was such a relief to see such a scene and to have all that wild stuff behind us now. Skipper finally had to stop chewing on the seat now that he’d been caught, and I popped back into the front seat to make sure the coast was clear.

When everything seemed clear, we finally pulled over for a break. I think Gracie was just as happy to get out and take a breath of fresh air as we were. So we tumbled out of the truck in our super excited manner… only to splash right into the mud. Gracie wasn’t that happy, but we sure were!


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 175: Annoyances

scared-2640475_640My friend keeps certain things around the house that are just clearly not needed. In fact, they’re so useless, the only reason I think he keeps them around is to drive me crazy. He knows I don’t like them, but they’re here anyway.

Possibly the most notoriously annoying things I know of lies waiting in the hallway closet. It should stay there, but my friend keeps on inviting it out to try and eat my tail. After a few bouts and a good barking, he’ll finally get the idea and put it back where it belongs.

However, there’s also the lawn mower. I know it’s not allowed inside, but it’s so ridiculously loud it might as well be. I thought I could make some noise, but that clanky thing has to go around and around the yard for at least half an hour before it finally goes back to sleep. Luckily, it only comes out when it’s warm and not to often because nothing I do seems to intimidate it at all. But I do like the smell of the the grass after the mower’s chomped on it for a bit, so maybe it’s not all that bad.

The mower’s buddy, the weed wacker thingy that likes to smack the fence does make a racket too. And they come in a pair so it’s double trouble all afternoon. There’s no outside time, no throw the ball around, no pat on the head for defending the kitchen from such hungry things. Nope, all I get to do is bark from the window while my friend takes these annoying things for their walks. And I thought we were best friends.

But back inside for a moment, I just realized that dryer is back to shaking around in it’s little room. The door’s usually closed, but sometimes it does get left open and I can tell the dryer is trying escape again. The cool thing is that when the dryer does get done doing it’s thing, out come the fresh clothes piles. And if there’s one thing I like doing, it’s putting fresh smelling clothes all around the house, especially the socks. Yeah, mostly the socks.

Oh, and I also  like the can opener though. That’s a really good alert to what’s cooking. And I like the lamp. I don’t know why, but it’s so fascinating, especially when the moths come inside and dance around it. Could watch it for hours.

So not all the annoying things around the house are totally bad. There’s always something good about it, or at least in the end everything turns out just fine. Except for the vacuum. Nothing good ever comes out of having that thing around at all.