This 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
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.