Dog Journal – Entry 194: Watched Dog

animal-1787835_640I’ve had a problem as of late. I’m being followed. But here’s the thing, I don’t want to be followed. Especially when it’s all the time. There doesn’t seem to be any escape, and it’s just driving me crazy. Everywhere I go, I know I’m being watched. And then there’s moments when it feels like those watching eyes were just waiting for me to enter the room the whole time.

It’s the cat. She won’t stop following me everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. If I go outside, she goes out too. When it’s time to play, she wants to see what I’m doing. Eating time? Yup, she’s right there watching me too. Like I ruffed, it’s really annoying.

It ruffles my tail even more when it’s potty time and she’s got to be there. That one really messes with me. My pal is usually with me, just in case the cat feels like pouncing when I’m most vulnerable, but it’s just bothersome.

So what do I do? I really have no idea. I’ve tried barking my friend into getting rid of her, but that was a no. Besides, I really don’t think we could catch her. Yeah she’s always lurking and watching, but it’s always just out of reach where you’d definitely be in for a chase if you tried to get her. Clever cat.

With the constant spying and minor annoyances, it can really drive a dog to sleeping. I just want to take a nice long nap and chase some butterflies in dreams or something. But lo and behold…the cat had moved into my spot! She was sleeping in my nice comfy bed. And the worst part is, when I tried to evict her, she just stared at me with those piercing eyes. When I told my friend, he just laughed. This is not a game.

Things were getting serious. The next morning for breakfast, guess what I had. Go ahead, guess. The cat was munching my food tidbits. Oh, that was it. There was no getting over this one. The chase went on until the cat elevated herself to the top shelf of the bookcase.

The victory was only for a moment. The staring would only continue. Everywhere I go, I can’t get a moment to myself by myself anymore. I don’t know what to do anymore. My pal told me I’d get used to it, but I don’t really see that happening. What should I do? I don’t know, anyone got any ideas?

Rocky Adventure – Misunderstood

jack-russel-3985228_640The old man led me down the walkway, not really allowing me to sniff on anything. This place was all new to me, but the old man seemed to know his way around fairly well. And that’s all good and well, but I have no idea whose home this is or what that odd smell is coming from beyond this fence even though I really really want to know.

And guess what! There were peoples here too. They let us in kindly, the older gentleman patting me on the head and telling me that I was indeed a good boy while the lady led the way into the home. However,  there weren’t any other dogs here, so it was sort of boring actually. Not even a cat to chat with. Just a lot of peoples and their small snackies they nibbled occasionally while discussing people things.

Then I  met the young ones. This was a strange but nice difference. They’re way more down to earth than their older counterparts, and they like to drop food a lot too (if you’ve ever met one  they are favored for their messy eating habits).

So rather than just sit around and wait for the old man to finish playing with his friends, I decided to play with the children. Oh yes, they like to throw the ball and other things like running and jumping and rolling around. All the fun stuff that people should know how to do.

I followed the young ones around the house, mostly they just chased one another and occasionally tugged my ear. Always the left ear. Then after a pat on the head, they’d take off running again.

There wasn’t anything around for them to throw, just the chase was all. But it was enough to keep me entertained. We ran from room to room, not in any particular order, and most o the doors were closed so the pattern was limited to the sofa room, another room with a big table, a bathroom where it was too dark to see, and the kitchen.

There were leftovers in the kitchen, I could smell the delicious foods. But most of all, I could smell the heat of a freshly baked pie. It was in there somewhere, so my eyes scanned while my nose sniffed for clues.

The oven was open still, revealing the pie sitting on a tray so it cool off before it gets eaten up. I tried eating hot pie one time, but it hurts the tongue to even lick it. We’d just have to be patient and wait for the others to come fetch it and drop a few pieces, which was a guarantee amongst the many visitors, particularly these young ones.

But f it was too hot to eat, it was surely to hot to hold. Since I’d stopped following, my playmates had suddenly gained interest in such things. One of the young ones began waddling straight for the pie, that pure look of innocent curiosity on her face. Indeed the smell was super hard to resist, which is why an old dog like me knows a few things.

“Stop that!” I barked. “Stop that, I say!”

But these small ones barely spoke peoples, and sure didn’t have any clue what I was telling them. I’m just gonna have to pull her away from the kitchen. So I raced up to the waddler and buffeted myself against her legs, putting a block in the path further into the room. After a few stumbling steps, she managed to push me aside and continue onward.

Nope. Not while I’m around. So I did what I did to stop everything. I laid down in the path, tripping the waddling steps of the youngster, and she fell. Right on top of me. That’s why I pack on the extra fluff, for special situations like this.

“Wooooa!” I yelped for help, “I is the squished!”

The big peoples scooped the dazed youngster up off me and I was left rolled flat on the floor. Though the young ones uttered not a peep, the elders muttered what a mut I was for doing such things, but I knew that I’d stopped the mischief before things got too hot. At least for today. The children were carried out of the kitchen far away from me, but I could still see the entranced curiosity on their faces, their little mittens still reaching, searching for a piece of that fresh hot pie. But not today. Not while Rocky is ’round.

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 193: Dog In Ball

puppy-427137_640Well, I was stuck inside for a while, which can get sort of boring when the time just drags on and the water is everywhere outside. Yeah, there’s a lot of water. We tried to go out, but it was just muddy and wet. No way to play out there.

So I ended up stuck inside, and I got to wondering about something simple that I’ve overlooked for so long. Maybe these things happen when there’s not much else to do.

I made this discovery when I was chewing on my ball. It was so simple, yet I was completely captivated by it. There were other things around the house that I’m sure could be just as interesting if not more, but this was the thing which I had always been compelled to play with.

Then I thought about it. I do a lot with this little ball. I chase it, chew it, bury it and dig it up later, and even sleep on it sometimes. Though a nap on top of the ball often leaves me with a tail cramp.

My friend even instinctively grabs it when it’s time for us to play together. We take it to the park a lot, and most of the other dogs out there have their own to play with and chase. It’s just the thing to have I guess.

When I lose it or it goes missing (my friend likes to hide it from me), I have to find it right then and there. No time time waste, I have to ransack the whole room to find it, even if I have to throw all the cushions on the floor and dig under the bed again. I did find it once in my water bowl, which was really strange. Still haven’t figured out how it got there.

There are other sizes and levels of bounce to each ball. Not every single one is the same, and some even smell better than others. Like I have a ball that’s in another ball that’s just fun to roll around the house, while others are super squishy and make really loud squeaks, but those don’t seem to hold up to the chewing.  In fact, I’ve got a friend that has a talent for chewing his ball to little bitty pieces, like seriously, they’re little tiny chunks by the time he’s done. It’s sort of odd, but that’s what he does when he’s bored.

I found myself understanding the ball more and more. Just a fuzzy thing that was round and rolled across the floor if you just give it a little nudge. Bouncy and chewy, fun to chase and overall a must for every dog out there.

So what would I do without my ball? Could I find something else that would meet all those perfectly rounded qualities? I don’t know. Perhaps the sofa cushions, or maybe a I’ll just chew the chair leg again. Well, maybe it’s a good thing that I’ve got plenty of these toys laying around. At least it keeps me out of trouble. Or does it…

Dante Adventure – Puppa-tude

puppy-1149426_640Shuffles was playing sick today. He was really good at this, especially when he knows what’s coming up. So right now, he’s just laying there, sort of whimpering every now and then just to make sure that everyone knows he’s not feeling well right now.

The thing is…he’s just fine, and I know that for a fact. We woke up early this morning and he had all the plans for the day. We were to eat some breakfast, get ready with the leashes, and head to the park. But when Gracie had laid out her plans to go off and do her errands, Skipper suddenly became ill with all the things that nothing but pure attention could cure.

Gracie totally puppies him so much. If she’d stop, he’d have no other choice but to dog-up and stop whining when things happen that he doesn’t like. He can’t always have it his way. At least this ought not to be, but he seems to find a way to get something at least.

This goes for baths too. But Gracie doesn’t let that one slide. Baths are mandatory, and there’s no escape unless you can hide long enough (we have yet to reach the statute of limitations).

But anyways, Skipper is at the moment belly-up with his paws reaching out and whimpering about how everything was getting so dark now. Even the smells were dark. At least that’s what he claimed was happening.

“Get up already,” I woofed. “She’s not buying your little game.”

“Wh-what?” Skipper looked at me confounded. “Is that you, Dante, my bestest buddy?”

“Come on, you can see just fine,” I whapped him with my tail.

“Oh buddy oh my pal, make sure and take care of the squeaky squirrel and my ball when I’m gone…”

“You’re not going anywhere,” I ruffed. “Now get up and let’s do a race or something while Gracie goes to do the things.”

“I…I don’t know if I can even stand up,” Skipper whispered.

He was still playing his little game. It hadn’t worked on me, but it was keeping Gracie around to comfort and nourish his every need. Such a clever little rascal, very clever. But I’m wise to such things. I’ve been around, and I’ve done them myself. That’s how I know between the real thing and games.

So I did what I knew would shock Skipper back into his regular old self. I found his favorite squeaker that is kept behind the bed post. He doesn’t know that I know that he keeps it there. Now he does. And I brought it to him and laid right next to him.

“SQUEEEEEEEEEK!” when the old raggedy turtle.

Those little eyes went wide as Skipper glared at me from his helpless place on the floor. Suddenly he could see, now we’ll know if he’s all better.

“Give me back my tu-tal,” Skipper growled.

“Squeeksqueek-SQUEEK!”

With a ruff and some barks, Skipper was back on his feet and hot on my tail. We raced around the room, bounding over the sofa arms and into the bedroom where we made a mess of all the pillows before heading back to the kitchen. I thought Gracie should see that Skipper’s condition had gotten all better now.

And yes. Oh yes. Gracie was happy to see that Skipper was doing better. In fact, she was so happy that she gave us both a treat right before she left to run her errands. But at least Skipper was back to normal. Well, he’s pretty upset about the turtle, but it did put a stop to all that whining. Now it’s just the grumbling I have to deal with.

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 192: Snow Day

imprint-268363_640I’ve seen a few things that are strange, but if there’s one thing that always makes me just wonder for a moment, it’s when the fluffy stuffs fall from the sky. Yeah, instead of rain, we get fluff. But it’s not the kind out of the sofa, it’s something totally different altogether.

When it snows, everything gets covered with a fluffy layer of material ready to be thrown around. Usually, early in the morning, I watch it from the window, checking out such a cool happening. We call it the snow stuffs.

I can’t wait to get outside, but it always takes my friend forever to get ready and dressed. She bundles up all big and fluffy and wears a funny hat and everything. Even her boots are fluffy. It all seems silly to me to have to put all that on when you want to go out. Why they just don’t grow a nice coat and keep it on all the time will always puzzle me.

Outside, I can bounce and hop everywhere, and it’s so much fun just making a mess without even getting close to being in trouble for it.

My friend cheers me on and makes snowballs to throw at things. I race and race, here and there, and make piles of snow go flying around. This is perhaps where the greatest races are raced…ever! And if we get to go to the park and all the other dogs are there, well then that’s just splendid.

Then there’s the bonus: I can eat it too. My friend makes the ball out of the snow stuffs and throws it, but I can never catch it. And it always disappears too, which really frustrated me until I figured out that I had been eating them in one gulp. Then I was well pleased with my efforts.  But when my belly is full or my tongue goes numb (whichever comes first), I bring my friend a stick which is much easier to find in the snow.

It’s actually really cold to play in though. But I guess there’s a price to such a fun time. Because it’s so rare and special for such an opportunity, I sometimes forget that it is very cold and wet until I’m back inside.

At the end of the day, you end up cold and wet, but my friend knows how make a pup comfy after a good day of play. I get to wrap up in a warm towel and just relax on the sofa while I think about all the fun stuff I’m gonna do tomorrow.

Nixi Adventure – Bath Tacos

bathtub-36384_640Brandon had Nixi in a full body lock. She wasn’t going to escape this time. No way. It was time for the bath. It wasn’t that the bath was a scary thing, Nixi just didn’t like them. She always came out smelling funny and then there’s the water in the ears and suds on the whiskers. And no matter how much she resisted, she had to lick the soapy stuffs, which always made her tongue feel weird.

It was off to the bathing room for them, Shuffles tagging right along singing, “Nixi in the bathTUB… splashing and ahh-soak’n while I get my belly RUB!” He was not the champion of singing pups out there, but it was more of a spur of the moment tune. He might have been a little better, but the howling was usually cut off before he could find that sweet spot.

After all the chasing and the sofa cushions tossed to the floor and all the general ruckus that goes along with such things, the water had chilled down past the nice warm temperature that Brandon had originally selected. Regardless, Nixi was going to get the bath. If she only knew that things would be a lot more comfortable if she’d chosen the easy route.

After some moderate splashing with barks of excitement in the background (Shuffles was still singing his song), the soap went on and the suds came upon the fur. Nixi shivered a little while Brandon made some soapy beards and hats to put on her, which she did not really enjoy, but was left with no other choice really. Well, the hat might be alright, but the beard didn’t match her whiskers, so probably not.

When Brandon considered the bathing to be sufficient, the water was let out and Nixi was allowed to shake off in the bathroom. This was the only place acceptable for such things, and afterwards was the fun stuff. Brandon really enjoyed it, and Nixi would never admit it, but she did too.

After the first few sprays of water were shaken across the bathroom, Nixi was ready and fluffed up, waiting for the towel. Yes, it was the taco time for the pup. This was such a simple thing, yet so much fun for some strange reason.

Brandon lunged with the towel and captured Nixi, making sure to wrap her up real good so she couldn’t wiggle out. Then it was off to the sofa where the taco was made. The other towels awaited the pup, the big towel. Brandon dropped Nixi into the warm fluffy cloth and rolled her up nice and tight.

Once the dizzy disorientation had subsided, Nixi realized that she was all bundled up in the towel, and ready to be rubbed and have her ears checked. One might think the ear checking would be a bother, but for some strange reason, Nixi just loved to have them tugged and massaged. So relaxing after such a stressful bath.

And then it was the calm. Yes, everything was calm again, even Shuffles. Brandon sat on the sofa and rubbed Nixi through the towel while Shuffles wagged his tail and enjoyed his triumph. He’d escaped the bath. It was simple, all he had to do was outrun Nixi and he was free.

Then Brandon turned his sights on Shuffles. The singing had stopped and Shuffles was making the face, his eyes wide and ears darting every which way to seek the quickest route out. But he was only making things more difficult. The bath was eventual. It always was.

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 191: Speak To Me

animals-2607704_640My friend keeps insisting that I know how to do this, but I don’t. I have no idea what he’s trying to get me to do. One thing I do know is that he is definitely trying to tell me something. I just wish I knew what he was saying.

You see, my friend and I do not bark the same way with our tongue. I have sort of a licky, slobbery speech while my pal does more whistling than anything else. And since I never really sat down and taught my friend how to make the clear speech, we’ve always had this issue when it comes down to deciding who made the mess in the sofa room this time.

Right now we’re discussing something about where I’m supposed to be. At least I think that’s what it’s about. I just don’t know where that is. And then again, I could be wrong.

My friend keeps pointing at the sofa like I’m supposed to be there, but when I jumped up there, he started pointing at the ground. So I went there. But then there was more pointing at the sofa and more whistles and sounds.

The longer this goes on, the more I’m left confused. It’s not getting any clearer and my friend is making even funnier sounds now. It is sort of getting strange, and it’s hard for me not to laugh. Perhaps if I wasn’t baffled by this mystery, I’d have a good laugh.

Now that I think about it, my friend sounds really funny when he laughs. It sounds more like he’s sniffing or snorting really hard. I remember when it first happened, I thought he was sniffing for some delicious foods. But he was actually laughing. It took a few times before I figured it out, but it was made clear when I chased my tail and he wouldn’t stop doing that because he was happy.

So I figured I’d give it a try again. Perhaps a good tail chase would decipher this puzzle. The results were different this time. Rather than making the snorting sounds, he just reached up at the ceiling and grunted like he was trying to grab an idea or something.

I have concluded that we are at an impasse. We cannot speak the same ruffs nor can we bark the same message. As a result, I shall remain here, chewing on the sofa cushions until he figures out how to let me know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Rocky Adventure – Rocky School

dog-2746234_640I don’t know what to do. That’s what I’d clearly explained to the old man. But he was insisting that I did know. But I didn’t know. And thus, I was further confused. This whole situation was very odd, and I’d much rather be playing in the park.

Instead, we’re here, at the school or something. I don’t even know what’s going on, but there’s a whole lot of puppers racing around uncontrolled. Everything is out of control. Who raised these pups? I was never like that when I was a puppy. Nope.

Another puppy raced past me, pausing long enough to nip at my ear and whap me with her tail. This was getting really annoying. But the old man insisted that we be here. I don’t know why I’ve gotta go back to school, I already know all the good tricks.

We wandered around the peoples and their little yapping puppies. Yes, puppies make all the noise and yap away about everything. If you see a ball, a whole lot of yapping about the ball and nothing really discussed regarding such a thing or what to do with it. Mostly it’s just: That’s a ball, I like ball, and oh boy, can I eat it? Yes, there was one puppy over there trying to eat a ball and not getting very far with his endeavors.

“Look, can’t we go to the park or something?” I asked again.

But the old man was pointing to one of the puppies and trying to get me to play with him. No. I do not want to play with the puppy. I am a big dog and have been for a long while. I have the job and I know not to chase my own tail now.

Now it was becoming clear to me though. At least I think so. I could be wrong, I’ve been wrong before, but it turned out that I was wrong about that too. With all the things the way they were, all these puppies and me a solid grown champion of a dog myself, I think the old man must want me to teach these pups a thing. Why else would he have brought me here?

“Okay you little rascals…” I ruffed to some of the nearby puppies, “Everyone, I’m gonna show you how to roll over!”

When enough of them were watching me, I began rolling around on the soft mat. After a few rolls, I was dizzy enough to stop and refocus on the gathering crowd. A few puppies started copying me, rolling around in pure chaos, but rolling nonetheless.

“Yes!” I barked. “Now crawl like this…” and then I began dragging my belly on the mat, doing my best to stay low as possible.

A few pups managed to do the crawl, but some kept hopping like little rabbits. Still, they were trying. And that would lead me right into one of my best tricks I’ve got in my bag.

“Now do this,” I woofed and sat on my haunches and pattered at the air. My nose wiggled and then I rolled over and stretched out real nice, pointing my paws towards the ceiling. “Yes, this is the ultimate cuteness, and it will compel anyone to want to play with you.”

There was much discussion regarding this. Many of the puppies began trying to do the cuteness, while some were compelled by the cuteness and began hopping around like little rabbits, bouncing on the bellies of the others.

This included me. I had gone too far. I had shown my power too quickly, and now all the puppies wanted to play with me. Woe is me…I am just too cute I guess.

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 190: Changing Coats

dog-1601041_640Have you ever seen a really cool flip off the sofa arm? Yeah, I can do that. I’d do it right now, but my pal is watching me. He’s watching me because he knows what I’m gonna do. And if I do, I’m gonna get the brush.

Oh yeah, it’s once again time for the brushing to be done. All my fur is so awesome and fluffy that I can’t get enough of it. And I’m gonna share it with everyone. But my friend has decided otherwise.

Since my biggest and fluffiest coat is finally coming in, I have decided to share my fluffiness with everyone. I’ve got it on the sofa, the carpet, my friend’s clothes, and I’m sure it’s tracked into the car by now too. It’s everywhere, and I’m still working on getting rid of a few annoying fuzz tufts that are tickling me.

Of course, it is also very itchy. So there’s that too. Yes, my scratching is so hard to resist, I have to resort to rolling around on everything. You see, if I scratch, then I’ll get the brushing. And the brushing tickles me so much, I go crazy. All my back feels like it wants to jump off of me and go running really fast somewhere.

And I know that if I keep the scratching up, and my friend isn’t happy with the brushing, I’m gonna get the bath. And this is the worst bath too, because it’s not even done inside. Too much fur! At least that’s what my friend tells me. So it’s outside, in the tub, with cold water. And scrubbing, oh lot’s of the scrubbing.

To avoid such a predicament, I’ve found that one of my best places to scratch for some relief without getting caught is under the bed. But I’m not supposed to be under there, and that’ll get me in double trouble if I get caught. No one can spot me under there though…but my friend has great hearing. My sneezes give me away, so I can’t just stay under there for ever. I gotta run through, do my scratching and rubbing, and then race back before anyone gets suspicious.

I’ve got the feeling my friend is catching on to my ruse. There’s a big blanket on the floor right in front of my entrance, and there’s now a box under there too. This is getting much much harder to get away with. But the tingling is driving me bonkers, and I must get rid of it.

So I found another really good spot to scratch without getting caught. Yes, it was right in front of me the whole time. I simply strolled up to my pal and sat down. Next thing you know, I was getting my back rubbed and my ears scratched. Yes, and all I had to do was move a little bit and that spot would be scratched too. It was all going according to plan.

And then some of my fuzz gave me away. Turned me right in withough a second thought. Next thing i knew, the brush was after me. Oh well, it’s only a matter of time before bath time. I think next time I’ll just keep the coat I’ve got on right now instead.

Dante Adventure – Stand Still

steering-wheel-2209953_640The woman in the car next to us was making the honking with a very angry look on her face. It was as though she thought that everyone else was going to listen to her and suddenly move out of the way. This was not so. Everyone, including her, were all stuck here together.

Skipper tried barking to her, but you really couldn’t hear much over the sound of the rain and the honks of the cars. I tried convincing him to relax for a bit, but he was bound and determined to tell her about how awesome his toy collection was.

Gracie was playing with the radio thingy on the dash, making some extra noise. This was possibly done because there wasn’t enough to listen to yet. I think she likes the noise, and for this reason, Skipper and I sing many songs to her.

But before we could begin our song, Gracie decided to do something different. The honking woman that had been next to us finally moved up and out of the way, making the way that Gracie wanted to go. And we went. We went really fast.

We didn’t know what to do, the ride was not anything we were expecting. There were way too many bumps and bounces to count, and we were making all the splashes too. I guess Gracie gets away with that even though we get in trouble when we do it during the baths.

So we laid low in the backseat. I peeked up every now and then to see what was going on around, but Skipper was less eager to check things out and was currently trying to tuck under the big fluffy jacket on the floor. His fluffy bottom was up in the air with his legs pattering at the air trying to dig down for safety. I don’t blame him, it was definitely not the type of trip we’d signed up for.

The bouncing continued for a while, which felt like a long while, and then it went away. We were still moving, but it was smooth now. And guess what… we were moving too. I checked to see whether the coast was clear, and sure enough, the rain was still there but the honking cars were not. We passed them by slowly, now moving while they remained still, probably a little envious of our mobile condition.

“Yeah!” we whooped. “We’re finally free!”

I jumped back on the front seat and Skipper was struggling to climb back up to take a look. There wasn’t really that much to see, but at least it was changing as we moved along.

“Okay, now let’s pull over here,” Skipper barked, eyeing some of the trees.

“Yes, we has to go potty,” I chimed in, making sure to snort in Gracie’s ear.

But she wasn’t having it. We were on a mission or something. Skipper and I had no idea where our destination was, but we did know one thing for sure…now that we were on the road again, it was time for a song!

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.