Rocky Adventure – A Dash of Excitement

clothing-977402_640This has seemingly stressed the old man to the point he was rushing around in too much of a hurry to pay any attention to me. And that must be stressful indeed. I know it was beginning to get on my nerves, but there really wasn’t much I could do about it right now.

I wandered from person to person, checking on their doings. Two of them were playing with some things on the coffee table in front of the sofa. This was normally against the rules from what I’ve been told, but it seems like that’s been tossed out the window at this point.

Another pair were staring intently at the wall, examining some of the pictures of things I couldn’t make out, and they too seemed very excited about such things. I really do not know what is going on with all this, but it is boring to me.

No one seemed interested in playing with me, and my normal friends weren’t here today. I don’t know why, I mean, everyone else is here so why can’t they be too? When I tried to tell the old man to invite some of the pals over, he was in such a rush that he didn’t even answer me. It was just like that, and now everything is just like this…boring.

So I decided to move on to more interesting things, like investigating some of the things the people had brought with them. They were all too busy to answer me or even pay me any mind, so don’t mind if I help myself to a little investigation.

I stuck my face into the purse, checking for anything worth sniffing. Some strange things in here, a few traces of sweet smells, but no bottom in site. A loud giggle drew me away from deeper findings, and it probably wasn’t a good idea to lose sight of the crowd.

Next, I found out there were some really big coats hung in the hallway, not the one the old man has for the rain and the super cold. These were definitely someone else’s. I could get to one of the bottom pockets, in which I found some hand socks. These are always great for throwing around the house. So I helped myself to them and proceeded to toss one down the hall. Couldn’t leave the other so I threw it as well.  This was turning out fun now.

Then I heard something fall to the floor. It echoed in my ears despite the sound of all the people moving about the house. But the other sounds didn’t stop and no one even seemed to notice what had happened…

I left everything and hurried to the kitchen to where the old man was. He hadn’t noticed anything either, apparently too busy entertaining the other guests at the kitchen table. Perhaps no one would find out? Hopefully.

And then I heard the shouting. Someone knew. Someone had found out…

 

To be continued

 

Author:

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 213: The Biggest Fan

dog-4534463_640I checked on my pal again, double checking that he was still where he was supposed to be. I’m a good puppers and keeping an eye on my friend is a really big deal to me.  You see, my friend tends to wander off from time to time, perhaps trying to find fun things to do or interesting things to tinker with.

I really get concerned that he might try to eat without my supervision. And he knows he’s not supposed to do such things without me. So I do try keeping an eye on him when he goes into the kitchen, just in case he’s preparing something delicious.

However, my unwavering attention does not stop at the tile’s edge. You see, I feel like I gotta follow him everywhere, and I mean everywhere. This can be easy and this can be hard. More often it’s just difficult or moderately stressful.

My biggest concern is that I always gotta keep up with him so he doesn’t get into trouble. This isn’t easy since he likes to leave the house without me all the time. Despite all the reasoning I could conjure up, he has continued to leave without me. No amount of negotiating seems to get me anywhere though, so I’ve almost given up on that. Almost.

But at least around the house, things are difficult but not impossible. Most of the time I just have to follow him around everywhere. Sometimes I just need to be close enough to peek in on him or listen out. But if I hear a door close, that’s when I know he’s up to something.  Most often, he tries to go into the bathroom without me, and I’ve sat at that door, scratching and crying just to make sure he knows that if he doesn’t open up, I’m going to be as annoying as possible.

If he gives me the treat and tries to leave, I won’t eat it until he’s watching me. I just want him to see how much I enjoy the gifts he gives me. If he’s just in another room, I take the treat to wherever he can see me and I enjoy it. And if he leaves the house, I leave my treat and just wait. I can be patient.

I am the very good puppers, and I’m only worried about my friend’s safety. That’s why I do the things I do. I can tell it upsets my friend sometimes, but it’s for his own good. Am I taking it too far though? Any other pups out there feel this dedicated or is it just me?

Dante Adventure – Mine?

brush-505379_640Skipper discovered the thing deep within the confines of the sofa cushions, and it was a fancy thing indeed. It wasn’t something a dog finds everyday, at least not around here anyway. It was Gracie’s brush, the one she uses. It was so soft and tickly, and it smelled like we weren’t supposed to have it.

So after we’d discovered this fantastic forgotten object, Skipper took off in a wild effort to ensure no one else could have it. He was being so selfish. I can’t believe he wasn’t considerate of me. What if I wanted to have it for a while? What about me? How could he not be thinking about me? So selfish.

The rain was making the stormy sound outside again, thundering and whistling to make sure we didn’t forget that it was out there. Luckily, we were a little preoccupied with the situation at hand, so forgetting about such things wasn’t a big issue.

However, this did not stop me from chasing Skipper down and letting him know how important it is that he share with me.

“Let me just see it…” I woofed.

“There is no way I’m gonna give it over,” Skipper ruffed, making sure to cover most of the brush.

“No, I just wanna see it,” I argued.

“Yeah, then you’re gonna take it,” Skipper retorted. “I found it, I’ma chew it.

On the other side of Skipper, I could only see his back, but at least he couldn’t see me. I knew this would make him uncomfortable. And that was just what began to happen. Skipper looked back at me nervously, flicking his ears and making the face.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” I played innocent.

“You’re gonna try and take what’s mine,” Skipper ruffed angrily.

“Naw, I’m just curious,” I woofed and looked the other way.

This was only making Skipper even more uncomfortable. He was still watching me, I could feel it, so with every glance I chanced, I had to make sure to look back to something else in the room. But even then, I could hear Skipper grumble and growl when he caught me checking.

So I moved again, this time hopping over to where he couldn’t easily turn to see me. Now I had him exactly where I needed him to be, all twisted around and super uncomfortable. I could see his back wiggle around, those legs kicking, trying to find a spot where he could feel safe again.

“Leeme alone!” Skipper barked as he wiggled under the table.

“But I’m not doing anything,” I woofed, trying to sound calm and cool.

“Oh yes you are!”

“Okay! Fine! I am!” I barked as I launched my attack, “Mine!”

And the race started. Skipper ran with the brush, dashing around every obstacle he could find, but I knew all his tricks. There was no way he was going to escape me. And all I had to do was be ready when he dropped the brush. Yes, the chase just had to go on long enough to start him panting for air.

And that’s when the door flew open. We’d been so preoccupied that no one had heard the keys jingling at the door. The thunder rumbled outside as Gracie entered the room. We froze, staring at her marching directly for us.

“Mine!” Gracie clearly stated and easily took the brush from Skipper.

And then the tickling began. Oh yes. We knew when to give up, but I guess we had this one coming. It’s always this way during the interrogations, like where did you find this? Oh, you weren’t up to anything at all? Then more tickling until we told it all.

 

Author:

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 212: Spring Air

dog-2228595_640There’s a thing that I really enjoy, however it is not a thing I can see nor can I have it. It’s just a thing that hangs around from time to time, tickling my whiskers and fluffing my tail.

My friend tells me this thing is simply the wind. I like this thing, but it’s not always around and it doesn’t go everywhere. I’m pretty sure that when I’m outside, the wind comes from the trees sneezing because whenever my friend sneezes, I feel the wind. So I put two bones together and figured out it just makes sense.

So on windy days that bring in all the smells from everywhere, my nose gets to tell me of all the strange things I wouldn’t normally detect. I can smell the birds and the snippid sniffs of the leaves and flowers and critters that I’ve never seen before. I even smelled a stink bug one time, but it didn’t smell that great, so I can do without such incidents in the future.

Inside the cozy calmness of my home, there are rare places where the wind dwells. Sometimes it’s warm air from the vents, enough to make one snug, and other times it blows down from the big whooshers that spin on the ceiling.

The fan in the sofa room is actually one of the most entertaining things I’ve discovered. I don’t quite understand why this is so, but it is. Sometimes I like to sit on the sofa’s edge and face the fan so that the air can tickle my nose and buzz my ears. I really like that humming sound, so calm and soothing. I get the relax time and cool down too, especially when it gets hot outside.

The weirdest thing is that I can’t see these winds that blow things around. The only evidence is when the stuff moves around or I smell smells from somewhere far away or it whistles at me. Yes, this is the strangest part is that I can hear it whistle sometimes, especially when it’s blowing a stormy thunder thing my way. I don’t know if it’s whistling for me to pay attention or it’s telling me to get out the way. Either way, I know when it’s time to get inside to avoid any unfortunate bathtimes.

I really don’t know why such things interest me. Perhaps I’m just being bored sometimes and that get’s boring very quickly, especially when waiting for my friend to get home from work. But I can tell you this, if there’s anything to learn from this whole thing, it’s this: Do not lick the fan.

Nixi Adventure – The Show Must Go On

dog-2155329_640Nixi was still pouting because her ball had been taken away. All that fun to be had and no toy to perform with was giving all the reasons in the world to pout about the sofa room. She pattered back and forth, occasionally peering in to see if Brandon was looking back to see the pouting, but he wasn’t. This only exasperated the performance of the pup and whines grew louder.

Shuffles sat patiently and watched Nixi’s show, not really sure whether to join in the pouting or take a nap. It was taking too much time waiting for their friend to finish preparing the food things he was making, and things weren’t that fun anymore now that the ball had been taken away.

Nixi gave up on the pouting when she realized her audience was not paying attention. And with that, she stormed into the kitchen, ready to pounce on everything. Both paws gave Brandon’s leg a shove, a mighty strong one, enough to finally get her friend’s attention.

“Give us back the ball!” Nixi demanded. “It’s too boring not to have it.”

Brandon conversed with the pups for a moment before trying to escort them out of the kitchen. Everyone was being uncooperative today, so this task was easier said than done. Finally, Brandon took the ball from it’s resting place on the table and tossed it into the sofa room. And just as quickly as he’d done this, Shuffles was returning with it in his mouth, ready for it to be thrown again.

But this was no time for games.

Unfortunately for the meal, by the time Brandon returned his attention to what he was doing a group of angry flames had sprung up from the pans. Now his eyes large and wide and very very surprised, began glancing around in search for a solution to this problem.

This is where the dancing took place, Brandon starting with a hop and a flap of his arms as he searched for an answer. Nixi and shuffles danced around too, excited at the sudden burst of energy their pal now had. It had been boring for them most of the morning, and now things were getting exciting. At least it was fun for them until the smoke detector began screeching those piercing beeps that are impossible to ignore.

And with that, the pups ducked for cover, digging down into the cushions of the sofa. They took turns peering over one cushion, checking to see if the coast was clear. But there was only the annoying screech of the detector and the strange antics of their friend who was still dancing around the kitchen in search of a solution.

The fire blew out as the extinguisher spat out a blast of powder, covering the flames and the stove in a spray of floury dust. The fire was gone, the screeching was still there, the food was ruined, and the look on Brandon’s face was turned from surprise to defeat. The entire meal had gone in a flash, leaving his belly grumbling and likely resulting in disappointed guests when they found out.

The doorbell rang and Brandon sighed in despair. One problem had led to another and left him here without a good solution. Oh what to do now? There wasn’t time enough to cook again and surely no one was going to wait around for him to clean up the mess.

“Don’t worry about it,” Nixi pushed her paws against Brandon’s leg, “we’ll keep them entertained with a show…just let the audience inside already!”

“Of course we will!” Shuffles woofed, “I know your best dance moves now and I gotta try them out…but this time, do try to find something to eat that doesn’t make the fire…please?”

 

Author:

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 211: Number One

english-bulldog-562723_640If there’s one thing that I do not like doing, it’s losing. I’m the winner, I like winning. But alas, I cannot always do the winning. So I’ve learned to get better at everything I do, and just to make sure I give it everything I got. When I do that, I know I’ve done my best, but even then I realize there’s always room to be better.

Winning the race is one of my favorite things to do, especially when I’ve got some mighty fast competition. Other pups are usually just as competitive as I am, which makes for some of the most grand races dogs have ever raced. We go in and out of the bushes, over the sofa, through the puddles, and even jump over the cow…the stuffed one in the hallway.  But there can only be one, and I like being that one.

Winning the treats is the tastiest of wins, and it isn’t as easy as one might think. Sure some pups might get the treats just handed over to them, but I gotta earn the ones I get. And those ones are the best. I usually have to pass a test before I can have the treat, but that’s alright because I’m an excellent test taker.

I gotta dance and roll over first, both at the same time because that’s what my friend likes the best.  Then I sit down right proper and tell my friend that I’ve been the good girl all the day long. I am very qualified, very good at this and it always gets me the best treats along with a good ear rub to congratulate.

Winning at staying up all night long has been my biggest challenge.  But I know you can’t always win but in this case my friend makes it so hard on me. Whenever I try staying up to ensure that everything is safe while my friend sleeps, I get told to go to bed. And then I’m very confused because the whole reason I was staying up is so my friend can sleep safely…and then she’s making me go to sleeps too.  It’s even harder when I have to do the sleep when I’m all wound up and ready to go dancing to and fro. But at the end, the comfy bed has been hard to beat, so nice and fluffy it has defeated me many times in my will to stay up and play as long as possible. It’s just one of those battles where the odds are stacked against me every time.

And of course, my favorite is always winning my friend’s smile. This is perhaps the best trophy I have in my collection, and no other puppers out there is gonna beat me at this one. I am the number one pupperino in house and home and no one beats me at this game.

Rocky Adventure – Excellent Trade

bones-307870_640And the trade was no good. I knew I wanted at least the bone and the ball, but Izzy was holding out on me. It didn’t help that Buck had some pretty good stuff too, sort of making me compete against him while trying to get the really neat squeaky toy he’d found. We all had something the others wanted, but it was hard giving up the treasures we’d found while out on the hunt.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya,” Izzy ruffed, “I’m not giving up any of my bones.”

“But you have three!” Buck whined.

“So.”

“Well you’ll probably just eat them all and then what will you play with? Those bones won’t keep you entertained forever,” I commented, trying to get Izzy thinking long-term.

“I’ve still got the ball, and what if I use one to play fetch or something?”

Buck made the face and bellowed, “That’s absurd! Whoever heard of fetching a bone? You fetch the stick, every dog knows that.”

“No, I can fetch the ball too,” Izzy retorted making his smart face.

“That’s what’s wrong with you, always bouncing off the walls and such,” I quickly ruffed, giving Izzy the most accusing stare possible without giggling.

Izzy stuck his nose in the air and pretended not to hear any such comments. He was playing a hard game, but we were gonna get at least one of those bones. There had to be something Izzy would want, something he liked more than a bone.

“Look, I’ll throw in one of my stuffed carrots,” I anted up.

“Well, maaaaybeee…” Izzy considered, “But only if it’s the new one, the one with the extra fluffy leaf.”

Oh how the tables have turned. I knew he liked my carrot collection, the most excellent squeakers surrounded by the squishiest fluff and most chewable fuzzy cover. They were the best of my toys, my most prized, but I wasn’t about to give it up for just one bone.

“Hold on one moment,” I went into deep consideration expressions, “my pal gave me that carrot just last week, and it’s in perfect condition, only squeaked twice. I don’t know if I could just give it away for such a meager bone.”

“Now hold on there,” Izzy made his frustrated face followed by the exasperating yawn and head shake, “You want the bone, I want the carrot, let’s trade!”

“What about this squeaky,” Buck chimed in, “It’s totally brand new,”

“Naw, I want the carrot now,” Izzy ruffed, looking at me sternly. “So what about it?”

“Well if I give you the carrot, I’m gonna need at least two bones,” I replied with a very confident tone.

“Oh no, I see how it is,” Izzy layed down on the bones. “You just want two bones because you’ll trade it to Buck to get his squeaky and then I can’t trade for that squeaky.”

“How clever, I guess that would be a good trade, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, and that’s why I’ma do it before you can,” Izzy barked. “Okay, Buck, gimme your squeak and I’ll give you the treat.”

“Done!” Buck bellowed happily.

“Ha, an excellent trade.” Izzy smiled, “Now how about that carrot…you give me the carrot and you got yourself a bone.”

“Yuppers, you got me on that one I guess,” I sighed, “Well, you can have the carrot for one bone, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Done! An excellent trade!” Izzy wooped and went to fetch the carrot.

Indeed, I do like it when a plan falls in place so well. I was just wanting Buck to have a bone too, and would have just let him have it so he wouldn’t be left out. This is mostly due to the simple fact that it would allow all of us to chew our treats in peace, because there’s nothing more distracting than a pair of big eyes and floppy ears drooling all over the floor beside you while you savor the flavor of a fine bone such as this. And that’s what we did, all happily chewing and chomping our treats while the world around us would never even comprehend the most excellent deal that had just taken place.

 

Author:

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 210: Dealing With Cats

dog-2606759_640I have found that I can sometimes get what I want, despite what other popular opinions have tried to convince me. You see, there is more to being a dog than just good looks a fine fur coat and the power of the puppy stare. Yes, there is a clever dog hiding underneath all those exterior characteristics, one that has indeed gotten to the uppermost shelves and discovered their hidden treasures.

Oh by the way, this really only works if you have a friend. So if you’ve got some friends, you gotta show yourself friendly, and that’s something I’m good at. However, there is some trick to this, because not everyone gets along so well with the cat. Sure they can be fun to chase around and

So my friend’s cat has been a real help around here. But, that help does not come without a price. You gotta be able to do some fast barking and smooth woofing in order to get such a sneaky rascal to help you out.

Negotiating takes some patience, so you’re gonna have to work on that if you’re the kind of pup that eats the whole bowl in three bites. I’ve found that cats do not take anything seriously at the first, at least this cat doesn’t. Everything is a joke or they just start poking fun at you or probably searching for a clever prank to play on you. So you gotta get through that first before you begin negotiating.

And remember, you’re gonna have to get something so you can make a trade.This has been the best way of convincing my friend’s cat that she practically has no other choice but to do me this solid favor. So I end up digging up the best fuzz or string I can find, due to the fact that cats cannot resist things of this nature.

I’ve been successful in getting a few odd things by doing this, like the paper towels and a bowl of spaghetti which was delicious. Just know that the cat does have a sneaky way and will frame you up for other things lost or tossed, so just because you’re good at negotiating with the cat, doesn’t mean you can negotiate your way out of getting busted when your friend gets home.

Dante Adventure – We Have to Escape

bathtub-2485952_640There is no escape. Skipper and I were caught, and now we were tied up with no way out. If he hadn’t tripped me, I would have probably gotten away, but here we are. Caught, trapped, busted, and bound to the confines of this room. And there was no way of escape.

“It’s all your fault,” Skipper chimed in just to rub the dirt in a little deeper.

“Wadaya mean it’s my fault!” I ruffed back grumpily. No one likes being confined like this.

“You made us trip just when Gracie was getting her second wind,” Skipper blamed me.

“No I most definitely did not! You tripped ME!”

“Whatever! It’s still your fault we’re here.”

Skipper huffed and settled his nose into his paws, sighing as we waited for things to change. There doesn’t seem to be any real reason for us to be here, Gracie just suddenly decided that we needed to be trapped here in the kitchen. And it isn’t the worst place to be stuck, it’s just that we’re stuck. And being stuck is boring and boring stuff is the worst.

“You know what? I’m getting out of here,” Skipper suddenly announced.

“We need to stay here, we’re stuck anyway,” I retorted.

“But I wanna see what she’s doing…what if she’s throwing the ball for some other dog?”

No way,” I ruffed, “she’d never do that.” But I thought about it and what if that was true? Was she thinking about bringing some other dog to take our place? What is it that we aren’t supposed to see?

I couldn’t smell anything, but I’ve had stuff sneak up on me before. My leash held me back from searching any further than the rug, but I could hear Gracie doing things somewhere down the hallway. And suddenly I was wondering what was going on around here. Why were we stuck?

Skipper wasn’t interested in any inquisitive investigation, he was already busy rubbing against the table leg, wiggling and trying to get out of his collar. When that didn’t work, he resorted to crawling through the chair legs, where things always got caught up. And sure enough, he managed to get his leash caught and backed up, squeezing those big ears of his back through the collar and he was loose.

“I did it!” Skipper barked, “Now let’s go!”

“But I’m still stuck!” I ruffed, wiggling against the leash too.

“No time to worry about such trivial things, let’s get going!”

And Skipper was off and bounding down the hallway, barking his head off and demanding to know what Gracie was doing in such a top secret fashion. I waited for him to return with information, but when the barking stopped suddenly, I grew anxious.

Then the paddle of paws moving swiftly in my direction made my ears perk up in anticipation. Yes, he hadn’t forgotten about me, and perhaps there’s some good news about what’s so secretive about all these things.

Skipper raced around the corner and hid under the table, “We gotta hide, it’s bad,” he woofed.

“What? What is it?” I demanded.

“It’s Gracie…She, she…”

“What is it already? Tell me!”

“It’s terrible, so terrible. Gracie is preparing to bath us…”

 

Author:

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 209: Sofa Search

dog-1165146_640Wow, the other day I was looting stuff, you know, checking out spots for any stashed goodies, and I found that there is so much cool stuff in the sofa. I guess that since it’s one of my pal’s best hangout spots, it sort of makes sense. Of course, I actually spend quite a bit of napping time there as well.

And just an important note, a good comfy sofa like this one here is the best one to get. It’s got all the fluff and is super comfy. Plus, the pillows all come off so you can make bouncy piles in the room and sometimes a cool cave to hide in when your pal isn’t home. That’s just a pupsonal opinion of mine, I just really like this one because it tends to be a good spot to find things that are lost.

I checked under the sofa, and that’s usually where all the goodies are hiding. But when I tried squeezing under, my paws got stuck. I could see something deep underneath, but couldn’t quite reach it. Even when I wiggled and pushed and wedged my nose, the sofa just wouldn’t budge. So I moved on to a more promising search spot.

Behind the sofa, between the wall, there I found a few things, like one of my old leashes and a whole mess of dust bunnies. I sneezed and sneezed until they all got scared away. Other than that, there really wasn’t much to discover. Not really a whole lot of moving room back there, and last time I got stuck, so it’s best just to leave it alone and call it good.

So when nothing was turning up around the sofa, I knew I had to dig in deep to get the goods. And if you know anything about sofas, the best stuff isn’t usually on top…unless I’m sitting on top. So I tossed the cushions off and had to dig into the secret spots to look for anything that might have been stashed there and forgotten. But the top pillows weren’t revealing anything, even after some ruff interrogations, and I ended up having to push the big pillows off and really get down to the bottom of things.

That’s where I found my missing ball. I had been looking for it all day yesterday and today. My friend and I had been playing the catching game, and suddenly it disappeared. Just vanished. I must have spent a whole afternoon looking for it, often encouraged by my friend who just sat on the sofa instead of helping me, and it was here the whole time.

I can’t believe it was here the whole time. You would think my friend would have realized that, I mean, a bouncy ball is pretty hard to miss in a big fluffy sofa. But how did it get wedged way down in the sofa? I thought I saw her throw it down the hallway. Hmmm. You don’t think? Maybe a little suspect? Nahhh. My friend would never trick me like that…would she?