Dog Journal – Entry 187: A Dog’s Eye View

labrador-2667328_640We went to the park the other day and my friend took me to the game. When she told me what we were doing, I thought it was going to be us playing. But instead, we ended up watching a bunch of other peoples play.

I wanted to play, I’m sure my friend wanted to play, but we couldn’t play with the people apparently. Something about the rules. Always about the rules. Yeah sure, some rules need to be, like no biting and , but when they stop you from playing, that gets boring really fast.

So I checked out the rules to see if we could and it was just some mistake that we couldn’t. It seemed pretty simple to me, I just watched and learned. And sniffed around at some of the foodstuffs that were lingering in the air.

This game took a lot of peoples to play, I don’t know if you need that many or that’s just how many decided to join in the action. It wasn’t all crazy though, like every dog for himself. They had the strategy here, like everyone was waiting in a special place to do a thing. That part seemed like it would get boring.

Since they wouldn’t let me be on a team, I thought it was going to be difficult or something. But all they do is run around the park and chase the ball. I do that regularly. Seems like the perfect game for someone like me.

And swing the stick around, but no one else seems to want the stick. Maybe it’s trickery, like, I have a cool stick, give me the ball and I’ll give you the stick. And when they throw them the ball, they throw the stick away and start running out into the park. But here’s the thing…no one is chasing them. They just want the ball. So the guy just runs around until they find the ball and do it all over again.

Well, I want the ball too. And it seems like I’m pretty good at all the things they’re doing, except for the waiting and not chasing stuff. So why can’t I participate?

Then it dawned on me. My pal pointed at something very peculiar that I hadn’t noticed before. I need to wear the socks if I’m going to play on a team. And I came to the conclusion that it’s not really that fun after all. I’m not wearing the socks. I don’t know how anyone managed to talk them into wearing the socks, but they did.

We were entertained there for a while longer before my friend also grew bored and decided we should have some fun.  So we played with the ball together, just me and my pal. And I didn’t have to put on socks or anything like that.

Rocky Adventure – Sam, The Cat Detective

cat-3846780_640I was checking the yard and inspecting all the things as per my daily duties. The comfort of knowing that all was quiet and peaceable gave me happy dreams for my afternoon nap. And indeed, all seemed well today so I was a happy dog.

That’s when I saw the chase. Two flashes zoomed through the yard and raced around the garden. There wasn’t much noise, but they were tearing up the grass, and that was unacceptable.

So I got in on the chase, sounding the alarms and barking for them to pull over and settle down so I could find out what this was all about. It wasn’t hard to catch them, especially since they got caught in the little fence surrounding the garden.

“Hold it right there!” I barked. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The cats stared back at me with super wide eyes, frozen without any clear exit plan. There was no escape, they were mine now, and I was going to find out what sort of trouble they’d carried into my backyard.

“All of you stay right where you are,” another cat meowed from atop the fence. “I have some questions and you need to give me all the answers you’ve got.”

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“Sam the cat, detective,” the very large cat meowed. “And I’ll be asking all the questions from here on out.”

“We didn’t do anything!” one of the cats pinned against the garden fence pleaded.

“Oh yeah?” Sam gave a sly look, “then what about the curtains at Misses Apple Pie’s place?”

The two cats gave a guilty look to one another and tried to wiggle away from the growing crowd that was gathering. Even the birds had stopped and were listening in on the goings on about this all.

“We don’t know a thing about any missing apple pies,” one cat squeaked.

“Oh really?” Sam the cat gave a suspicious look.

I heard Buck from beyond the fence begin barking, asking who had some pie and if they would share or consider trading for a really cool stick. Some of the birds mocked, a few chirping that the two cats were indeed guilty.

“Perhaps you wouldn’t mind telling me where you two were this morning,” Sam meowed, “Oh say, about brunch time?”

The two cats whispered one to the other, their eyes darting and searching for a good escape route. I puffed up to look a little bigger, ruffling up my tail and swatting it all around to ensure that they knew I was ready for another chase.

“What about you!” Sam turned to me. “Where were you just moments before you were here?”

Confused that I was now in question, I froze and wondered. “Well, I was…”

“Out with it!”

“He’s guilty!” the cats meowed, trying to slink away. “He did it all!”

“Just as I suspected!” Sam the cat cooed. “It is now obvious to me that the bumble bees had to be the ones who started the chase.”

“What?” I ruffed. “What do bees have anything…”

“I’ll be asking all the questions,” Sam interrupted. “Now why did you eat the apple pie?”

“I didn’t eat any pie,” I barked. Buck was now super excite that there probably was some pie left somewhere.

“Then why did you take it?” Sam questioned harder as the two cats began slipping away.

“I didn’t take the pie,” I argued. “Those cats did it, I’m sure.”

“If you didn’t take the pie, then you must have eaten it on the spot,” Sam considered. “That means you ate it quick, fast, and in a hurry. No evidence, the perfect crime.”

“But I didn’t do it!”

“That’s exactly what the pie thief would say!” Sam nosed me with a glare.

I puffed up really big and wagged my tail furiously. “Okay then, if that’s how you cats are gonna play, then I’m kicking everyone out of my yard!” And the case was settled with a woof, a snap, and a bark. All the cats were gone and the courtroom was adjourned.

Everything was peaceful again. Quiet, with a few birds chirping in the distance. Then from somewhere beyond the fence, Buck asked, “So have you got any pie left for me?”

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 186: Why Can’t We Be Friends

dogs-1246588_640I have found that there are those out there that do not like to play with the puppers. Yes, it is in fact very true that not all have the desire to be happy apparently. While there are plenty of peoples out there that do enjoy a good game when they’re not doing the work stuff, this tendency is directly related to other fuzzy critters.

Yes, we dogs are not the only ones that peoples keep around the home or that play in the parks. Most don’t like to play, and others just flat seem terrified of my very presence. So I got to thinking, why are they that way?

Well first of all, the squirrels that live in the tree in the backyard do not like it when I come out to play. They yell at me and sometimes drop the pecans on my head. They just seem like total jerks. I don’t really know if I’d want to play with them anyway. I told them that one time, but they just wagged their tails at me even more furiously.

There are the ducks at the park though, and I really want to play with them. But I’m not allowed too. They make a big ruckus when the race begins, but they go directly to the pond and start swimming across, which isn’t fair. My friend won’t let me get in, so I have to race all the way around. And by the time I get over there, the ducks are already going back to the other side. So pretty much they’re just a bunch of cheaters and refuse to race me on the grass.

I did find myself in a home one time, a place we were just visiting, and the lady there had a bird in a cage. While it wasn’t fuzzy or furry, it did like to do the talking. A whole lot of talking. Many things were told to me, though I understood very little. I don’t think he knew how to play, and there wasn’t any room in the cage to do much more than tell some stories about crackers and how much he wanted one. I agreed on that point.

Then there’s the cats who live next door. Indeed they are many, and none want to play with me. Sure, they’re polite about it, no angry tantrums or fits when I try to play with them. Most of the time they just stare at me from the top of the fence as if they’re studying me. I managed to get one to tell me why they don’t want to play with me, and she very politely meowed “You don’t have any yarn.” And that was that. I don’t have any yarn. I don’t even know what that is, but I don’t have it and that’s why cats won’t play with me.

But this one thing I know, my pal always likes playing with me. I don’t need anything special or some yarn or something. I’m just a good puppers, and my friend likes me just the way I am. And while it would be nice to have other friends, all I need is my bestest buddy and that makes me a happy dog.

Dante Adventure – Double or Nothing

dog-bones-350092_640We’d figured a thing out, particularly the simple fact that if we just broke our treats in half, we’d have twice as much. So Skipper was presently chewing on his second treat while I was still enjoying my first, though holding the second one especially close so it wouldn’t get nabbed.

Gracie was cleaning around the room, doing the dusty stuff and moving things around to get them cleaned up. This is why we were set off quietly with our treats, primarily to keep us from running underfoot and inspecting her work. She’s always been a bit of a critic when it comes to our criticism, so she tries her best to keep us away from such projects.

Skipper finished his last treat and turned to find out where mine had been stashed. I could feel him sniffing around my spot, nudging every now and then to see if I’d move off and reveal where I’d hidden it. It wasn’t until he started tugging my tail that I had to do something.

“Leeme ‘lone!” I ruffed, trying to keep a good grip on my treat. If it dropped, I was going to have to chase it down.

But he didn’t, and instead moved on to nibbling on my paw. The one that was sticking out too much. It had become a target, and now I couldn’t get it away from him. Even when I tucked it under me, Skipper dug under and managed to get it.

I growled, and Skipper began whining. This was a thing he’d begun doing lately, and he was getting really good results. After I’d gone back to chewing, Skipper began crying a little louder, making little woofs in between as to sing lamentation of how I hurt his feelings.

Gracie caved after a few minutes of listening and began cooing and comforting Skipper while she continued doing her dusting thing. It was only a matter of time before she came over here and started regulating the situation.

I began chewing a little faster. It was sort of annoying, not being able to savour my treats like I like to do. If Skipper would just take his time instead of gobbling them down, he wouldn’t be trying to nab mine from me. But too late to fix that problem, now I just have to make sure that I eat both of mine.

Skipper whined louder as I chewed faster. Gracie began asking what was going on, rather, she demanded to know what was going on with us. Skipper started telling a big puffed up story about how I wouldn’t share. And he was right, but I wasn’t sharing what was mine.

“It’s my treat,” I ruffed, “I’m gonna eat it.”

The groans began to irritate me, but I munched faster. I could hear Gracie begin to question whether or not we were up to no good. This meant that I had less time than I originally thought. And if I didn’t hurry, I was going to lose the other half of my treat. For sure she’d think it was Skipper’s. I never should have bought into his clever idea of doubling our portions. He’s always got some clever game up his sleeve, but this time I was going to come out on top.

“Awwoowooooo!” I howled as sad as I possibly could and rolled over (making sure to keep on top of the other half.

Now Gracie was on top of the scene, staring down at us, Skipper had his ears tucked back still confused as to where that lonesome howl had come from and why I was pattering at the air like an innocent little puppy.

“I-I didn’t do anything!” Skipper argued with Gracie. “But why do I have to…” and the arguing continued as Skipper was escorted into another room until he learned to play nice.

Now all was calm and I quietly savoured my treat… both of them.

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 185: Bored

dog-1224267_640If there’s one thing that gives me the bores, it’s not having anyone around to play with me. I like having something to do, hang out and play or go to the park or something fun. But when there’s no one around, things get boring real fast.

You see, what happened was my friends have all gone out for the day. And it’s not like it’s just one day, they’ve been doing this for a while now. All summer long they were hanging out and playing with me or we’d go to the park or something fun. But now, they tell me they need to go to the school. I never went to school and I’m a happy pupper, so I tried to convince them they should just stay home with me and we’d all be happy puppers.

But they’re peoples is what they tell me. So my friends left me by myself all day long. And I’m getting bored. Like super bored.

When a dog get’s bored, they start looking for things to do, like exploring the house to make sure that everything is where it’s supposed to be. I found something out of place once, but it turned out that I wasn’t supposed to be there. Yuppers, I was busted sneaking around the pantry again.

But you see what I mean about getting bored? I’ll look for something, anything to do so I can stay busy. If I’m not careful, it can get me into trouble though. I end up finding what I think is a really fun thing to do, and when my friends finally get home, it turns out that I wasn’t supposed to even know how to do that.

Like for instance, sometimes I like looking out the window to see the other things outside. I imagine racing around the yard and chasing the ball or maybe getting my belly rubbed by the mailman. But it turns out that getting behind the curtains and moving all the things to see out the window will get you into the danger zone.

Now my friends give me some stuff to do before they leave. I’ve got a puzzle I have to solve, and if I put all the balls into the box before my friend gets home, I get the treat. It was easy at first, but they’ve made it more difficult, hiding some of them in sneaky places and such.

Another thing they do put all the pillows nice and neat on the sofa so I can take them all off and throw them around the house. Sometimes I hide them too, but I let them rub my belly when they find them all.

But my friends aren’t gone forever, they always come back. Then we can do the playstuff. I just don’t like having to be all alone all the day long while I wait for them.

Nixi Adventure – Very Merry Odd Birthday

watermelon-630276_640Nixi was super excite about all the pals hanging around waiting for the moment. It was going to be such an awesome moment, one bound to be filled with a dog pile shortly after the moment had come. Yes, any moment now, all the pups were waiting for it.

But Brandon was holding back, watching the pups dance eagerly around in pure impatience. He wasn’t about to let the moment pass so suddenly without savouring. Well, he at least wanted a picture of it. Which was what he was waiting for actually.

A neighbor struggled to work the phone, staring at it intently and demanding that it do what she wanted it to do. Sometimes taking a simple picture turns out to be a little harder when you aren’t accustomed to the tools. After a few instructions and a click, the picture was taken to capture the moment before the moment.

Oh yes, the moment is coming soon to a group of pups near you. Brandon held the watermelon up high, ready to let the pups attack it. And once they got a taste, it was only a matter of moments before the moment was come and past.

On the count of three (the pups interpreted it as a watermelon tree), Brandon dropped the big juicy fruit down onto the ground, and with solid “plop” the watermelon burst open to reveal all the juicy substance within.

It wasn’t any normal treat today. Today was the fun day for the pups, a fancy event for a birthday celebration. It was Shuffles day, but he didn’t know it. None of the other pups knew it either, mostly because they were far to focused on fetching a few bites out of the watermelon.

And the mess was great. A great big mess all over the place, melon currently being spread everywhere while pups licked their faces lathered in sticky juices. It was really messy, but fun for the pups and their friends that watched the scene.

Of course, the peoples stood back, enjoying their own fruits in a far less messy manner. It was fun just to watch their fuzzy friends get sticky and all riled up so they’d hopefully feel dog tired by the time they got home. It’d be much easier to give them a bath in that case.

The mess continued, Nixi racing around with a big chunk of melon while Shuffles chased after. A few chunks fell off which were scooped up by the following fuzzball. Soon after, the others joined in the racing around, savouring the remaining portions and wrestling for chunks to chew.

Brandon negotiated some of the remains away from the scene, though an occasional paw was quick to grab, mostly just for sport. I guess it’s most desirable when someone else wants it too. After a few go-arounds, the remains of the watermelon were gathered up and removed from the playing field. However, the pups still had enough sticky on them to make a trip in the car a not so very fun experience.

And then there was the swimming pool. A small pool, big enough to wade around in but not deep enough to lose your ears. Brandon washed his hands off in the cool water, and began encouraging the others to check it out. The pups, not the people. Though some of the youngsters liked that idea.

Shuffles was one of the few that resisted the temptation. It was just to close to being a bath for him, and he was wiser in this. But he wasn’t faster. The fluffy pupper ran away, racing amongst the others with clumps of grass and dirt clinging to his stickiness. Since he wasn’t exactly qualified to be a slippery pup today, catching him was as easy as pie.

So after Brandon followed for a lap, the pup was caught and clinging to Brandon’s shirt. In fact, there was even a sticky peeling sound when the two were separated and Shuffles was given the celebratory bath that he deserved, but really didn’t want. With a splash and a scrub, Brandon told his furry friend, “Happy birthday, Shuffles.”

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 184: Discoveries

dog-house-3236639_640Have you ever wondered what sort of things your friend is hiding from you? Oh yes, if you didn’t know it, you do now. My friend hides all sorts of things from me, perhaps to keep me from getting into them, but maybe it’s just to keep me wondering what sorts of treasures could be waiting to be found.

The thing is, my friend doesn’t know that I know about the thing she keeps behind the sofa. Well, I’m not even really sure if she knows that it’s back there, or maybe it’s just forgotten. But I know about it. It’s perhaps the oddest find that I’ve discovered, mostly because I’m clearly not supposed to play with it. I don’t know why it’s more fun to have a thing I’m probably not supposed to have, but it is, and I for sure do not have any other toys that are like it.

One of the best things about it I can tell you is that it’s not very chewy, but I chew it anyway. Just a little bit though, mostly because I might need to save some for later. Note to self, never overchew a new toy so it will last longer… especially one that you probably aren’t supposed to have.

I’ve thought about telling my friend that it is back there, but I’m pretty sure she’d take it away from me and I’d never get to play with it again. So I make sure not to get back there and show of my secret discovery while she’s around.

Even though I know where it is, I really don’t know what it is, but I know what it does. It can’t squeak, but it does make a noise. I guess it beeps rather than squeaks. Which is cool, because I don’t have any toys that beep. All I have to do is push on it, and it makes the noise. Sometimes I pounce on it and I can hear voices from somewhere and othersounds, but then it goes away again. One time, I did make it beep and when I squeezed out from behind the sofa, the picture box was on, which, so I think I might be onto something.

In fact, just the other day my friend was frantically searching for something in the sofa, but we never did find whatever it was. Well, at least she didn’t find it. But I did find some chips and one of my favorite balls (the one with the little tail so I can slap it against stuff).

Maybe I should tell my friend about it now that I think of it. She was looking for it after all. Or maybe I’ll keep it a secret. After all, I still have some more chewing to do and I can’t bear to leave a job half finished.

Rocky Adventure – A Game of Dog and Mouse

mouse-312012_640I was looking through the room, trying to find the thing. It wasn’t anything special, just a thing. Perhaps a thing that would be interesting. I have no idea what I was supposed to find, but if I kept looking, something was bound to pop up sooner or later.

Eventually, I found the thing that I had been looking for the whole time. Apparently I was searching for a sock. I don’t really know why, but it turned out to be a very entertaining thing to find. I whapped it against the door and down the hallway, and into the kitchen. It sounded really neat when it hit the chair legs, but not as cool as the noise the door made.

As I was smacking the old sock against the kitchen cabinets, I spotted something that didn’t belong. At first I thought it was a ball of fuzz rolling across the floor. But I was wrong. It was something else, scurrying away, perhaps fleeing the smacking of the sock I was thrashing around. So I froze and watched, bewildered that I was suddenly not alone.

The small fuzz scurried about the kitchen floor, darting along the edge of the cabinets towards the rug. So I beat it in the race, cutting off the thing which did not belong and forcing it to go the other way. It raced back along the cabinet and wedge itself into a tiny crack.

It would not escape me though, this was the thing I had been looking for the whole time. The sock was completely forgotten and now I was going to catch this tiny rascal and find out what it was doing in the kitchen. I had so many questions for it, like why is it here, did it take any of my food, where are the treats hidden, and most of all: are there any others sneaking around here?

I gave chase, scrambling across the floor and smacking into the cabinets in a fury of ruffs and barks. But I did not catch it in time. The fuzz escaped my grasp and weaseled it’s way into the cabinets. But I was not defeated yet.

There’s a trick to this, I’ve been paying attention. If you just wiggle your nose up against the door and give a big “woof,” it’ll swing open just enough to get a paw inside. And then I was inside amongst the pots and pans and bowls and other things that had been stashed under here.

This obviously resulted in me having to toss some of it out. There was no way I was going to be able to find anything or even wag my tail unless I made some room. The noise only lasted a few moments before I was clear to investigate further into the space.

I moved one last bowl, and that’s where the fuzz had stashed itself, and in a fit of surprise, we both scrambled to get out as fast as we could. I wasn’t scared, it just spooked me how great I am at finding the things I’m looking for. Just wish I could find the treats.

I slid across the kitchen floor, bopping into a few big bowls to send them spinning around like me. The fuzz was out here too now, zig and zagging around in apparent panic, but I was much faster. I got low to the ground, moved with the quickness and pounced. I had it for sure, that sneaky fuzz had not escaped the grasp of my nimble paws.

And that’s when the old man walked in demanding to know what goes on here. So I told him I had the fuzz. I didn’t really know what else to tell him, and besides, maybe I’ll get a nice reward for doing so.

But when the old man wanted to see it, I wasn’t too sure about moving my paws just yet. I could still feel the fuzzy critter squirming for a way to get out.

“I just found it,” I woofed up to the old man. “But it’s a slippery fuzzball, so…”

When he again insisted that I show him, there was no choice left but to open up my paws. And boop, there goes the fuzzy tail, scurrying around the room again, now chasing the old man. Guess he found what he wasn’t looking for.

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 183: Shy Dog

pet-423398_640I met a dog the other day that made me wonder about a thing. I don’t often sit and think about stuff, mostly because it can be dangerous… you know, like getting me into more trouble that I can handle. But today this thing made me consider something that I never really saw before.

The park was full of peoples and their pups. No cats, that’s not allowed. So with all the action, it was easy enough to meet new friends. This was no problem finding a few pups to race around with and plenty of peoples ready to throw a ball.

That’s when I noticed the lady with her pup were just off playing by themselves. It wasn’t like the rest of the groups that played together, instead, they were just walking around and sort of playing here and there with a single ball. So quiet and relatively unexciting. It was odd.

But I wanted to make them my friend. What can I say, I is dog. This is what I do. So I went over to them, but they slipped away, like they knew I was coming. Sneaky, but not that fast at least. After a few extra leaps and bounds, I happened upon them and introduced myself.

While the lady was polite and patted my head and tugged my ear, her friend didn’t even want to give me a sniff. Such a picky dog? Maybe I wasn’t wagging my tail enough. So I tried a little harder, but my tail didn’t want to do the circle thing that makes the youngsters giggle.

I could tell it was going to be hard to make friends with this pup. Mostly because he was so shy. It was strange that they’d be out here at the park though, being shy and all, but maybe they just hadn’t realized how much fun it is when there’s more friends to play together.

So I grabbed the ball that his friend had tossed and squeaked it as fast as I could. It made tons of noise, and I knew I had everyone’s attention. All the eyes and ears were on me, even his friend was studying me very carefully, a little shy herself too perhaps. But not for long.

He tried to take it from me, but I wouldn’t give it up so easily. I’d let him get right close, and then snatch away at the last second. This was a tease, I know, but it made that rather shy pup open up and challenge me to a race to see who was really the fastest rascal on the block.

Eventually we became pals and chasing after the ball together made all the fears go away.  So I happen to know a little trick, very useful particularly to those with a tail to chase. And as long as you’re fast enough, you can get someone to chase you, no matter how shy you might be.

Dante Adventure – The Ascent

border-collie-662711_640Skipper and I spent the whole day trying to figure out how to get up there. It had become a game by the end, one try after the other. It was a challenge at the first, but quickly began to be fun stuff. Lot’s of fun. I’d try hopping up and fall down, and then Skipper would bounce off me and try his little shortness at it. I’m sure we knocked over a few things around the room, but it was too much fun to really pay attention to anything else.

I bounced off the wall and tried to get up there again. But I pretty much flopped around and missed the target instead. Then it was Skipper’s turn again, and his paws launched off my belly which was rather uncomfortable. But he fell short too.

“How do we get up there?” Skipper panted heavily. “It’s too high.”

“We’re gonna have to do the climb,” I advised from my rolled over position on the floor.

Skipper sat and panted, probably considering the difficulty of the climb. But it was the only way up there. He was determined, possibly more than I, to get up there and see what it was that was so fascinating. Indeed, there was some intrigue to the mystery of what was up there, and the only way to get rid of an itch is to scratch it.

We started at the sofa. It was nice easy way to begin. A few moments to pause for the paws, and then we moved onward. Next step up was the ledge behind the sofa. It was a small one, just enough to barely manage a grip, but you can get it if you try. From here, we have to make the jump to the little table. It’s the only way for us to get up there, and now that the vase is gone, it’s a much clearer landing spot. I made it easy enough, but Skipper struggled to hold on.

Now it was time to use the shelves. This was the scary part because it involved creeping. I’m not really good at it, but Skipper does his wiggle worm thing and gets right on across without shaking the shelf too much. So I waited here and watched as my friend made it to the other side and checked the next jump.

“This is it,” I woofed, “You make the jump, you’re totally up there.”

“I’s gonna do it,” Skipper told himself and ruffled his coat to make ready.

After waiting until he was good and ready, he made the jump. It was more like a spring launch though, just straight out and toward the target. It was like watching my little buddy grow wings and fly through the air. Well, at least for a moment.

“You made it!” I barked as Skipper scrambled his rear paws to make sure he was all gathered up in one spot. “What do you see?”

Skipper turned and looked around the room. He sniffed the spot where he was and sat down, staring at things from a different point of view. It must have been really cool because he was really quiet for once in his life.

“So what is it? What do you see?” I begged an answer.

“Everything is on the other side of the room,” Skipper began, cocking his head a little to the side. “Other than that, really not anything special.”

My excitement was put out like a sneeze after a cold drink of water. There had to be something cool up there, it was so hard to get up, there must be something to see. I looked around the room, everything was where it was supposed to be, except for Skipper…

“Wait a sec,” I barked, “There is something different!”

“What? What do you see?” Skipper looked around trying to spot the difference.

“You’re way up there… And you’re supposed to be down here!”

“That’s right!” Skipper danced a little on the small spot above the looking glass. “Now I know what’s so special about this spot indeed.”

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.