Nixi Adventure – Set, and Go!

autumn-2890747_640The park was full of peoples. Lots of them too. If I could count that high, I would tell you. But we didn’t even have enough paws to do so.

There were some pups wandering around with their friend, but there was little opportunity for playtime and games right now.

There were lights and food stops everywhere, much fun and things to do. There were even spots where you could throw the ball and get the squeaky toys, but we weren’t allowed to play them. Brandon was, but he didn’t want to right now, and the people wouldn’t let us take a ball with us for later.

We wandered around, sniffing and checking things out, and eventually got to a more open area where the traffic wasn’t as busy. Here, there were more fun things to do which were in my opinion way more entertaining for our group. Mostly because the games there wouldn’t let us pups participate even though they were giving out huge squeaky fluffy toys for prizes, which are definitely goodies for us dogs. Unless peoples like to play with them too, but I’ve never seen such a thing.

Further in our journey through the park, there were races being played out, people and pups alike were running across the grassy hills trying to find out who was the fastest and most nimble. It was splendid to see, and just when you thought a pup was going to pull ahead for the win, someone would throw a ball and cause total chaos, resulting in an instant restart of positions.

We had to join in, dragging our pals along with us so we could get close to the fun. There’s only so much space in this huge park for us to play, and we were going to use as much as we could. The races lasted only a couple of laps before we saw something interesting. Perhaps that’s why the race was set up in the first place, just so you’d spy with your eye something even more intriguing.

There were the bouncy spots. A thing I’d never seen before. A pup raced off the grassy hill and jumped on one, sending her up into the air and ending in a tumble and a good roll-over. Neat trick. Jewel and I bounced around on the bouncy platform. It was so awesome, just like jumping on the bed only we weren’t getting into trouble for doing it. The other dogs were doing it, so it seemed to be the thing to do, and our friends were cheering us on from the sidelines. I tried bouncing from one spot to the next, but it was hard to control what direction I was going, and we ended up back on the grass only to hop on and try again.

Eventually, the sun began to set, so we thought it should be time to go home. But we were wrong. Even more people were showing up to join in the fun. But we were already worn out, at least I was. Shuffles wiggled and puttered along like the youngster he is. I’d already had to stop for water breaks and snacked up a quick treat to keep my tail wagging, but now my paws were starting to slow down.

High above us, there were bangs and bright lights flashing, while all around us the crowd of peoples cheered excitedly. They might have enjoyed it, but Shuffles and I didn’t really know what to do with this and Jewel was tired enough not to really worry too much about it in general. So while Shuffles darted to and fro, barking at the lights in the sky, I convinced Brandon to carry me.

From up here, I could see all the things, and the booms weren’t as annoying anymore. I tried to stay awake, I really did. But a most excellent day of play had put me in just the position to be carried the rest of the way.

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 174: A New Friend

dog-2997399_640My pal and I are bestest pals. I never even knew how awesome we were together until we found him. Yeah, we totally found him. He was wandering around all by himself when my friend and I were out for a walk down to the park. And well, he just sort of started tagging along for the trip.

When we got to the park, we started playing and running around and doing all the things you’re supposed to do at the park, and it was really fun. It turned out that he didn’t even know what his name was though, which was totally weird. Even the cat knows her name and we didn’t even give her one. But this dog did not have a name, so I gave him one he could use for the time being. His name is Tye.

So we played and played and raced around, and Tye was totally fun, even though he did run into the bushes because he wasn’t looking where he was going. That seemed to be a habit of his, always looking back to see if I was catching up instead of keeping his eye on the goal. But eventually we grew tired and the sun was setting so we headed back home.

Instead of staying and playing with some of the other pups and peoples, Tye followed us all the way back home, and my friend didn’t really know what to do. I didn’t know either. Was Tye supposed to come over for a sleepover? I asked if he could stay the night, but I wasn’t sharing my treats so we were going to have to get some extras at the store.

So we invited Tye into the backyard for some extra playtime. When Tye seemed to enjoy hanging out with us, it quickly became too late for us to find out where his home was, so he stayed the night.

And the next day too.

In the end, I got a new friend to hang out with while my pal is away at work. The funny thing is, I can’t even consider what it was like before without him. I mean, I must have been so bored before that I can’t even recollect. But now, I’ve got a new friend and he’s got a new name on his collar, but I still call him Tye.

Nixi Adventure – Get Ready

plush-toys-3167119_640There weren’t that many toys on the floor. Fewer than usual, especially because of the company that was over. Brandon And Nixi had their friends over for a visit and a meal. This was a grand thing, and there was much excite. However, it was not that way before the company had arrived.

Prior to the arrival, Nixi and Shuffles had argued firmly against the cleaning of the apartment. This was a terrible idea that was not only annoying,  but a downright reversal of all the effort to get the rooms just the way that was needed for an awesome playtime full of racing and all the fun things that dogs do while their pal is away at work.

It started with the picking up of the toys. Nixi kept having to fetch the toys out of the box and scatter them all over the floor again. It took Brandon at least three tries before he had to stash the pups in the bedroom until all the toys were secured.

Things of this nature continued as the vacuum and broom cleaned up the floor. This drove the pups to barking and wrestling and just plain getting in the way. They gave it their best efforts though, especially in the hallway where there was no escape for the vacuum. Nixi and Shuffles had it and Brandon in a tight spot, but when the rug was sucked up into the machine, the terrible noise sent both pups ducking for cover behind the nearest door.

Eventually the apartment was clean and the pups were calm now that the excitement was over. Or was it? Indeed, there is reason to all of Brandon’s compulsive cleaning trend. And now that there’s visitors over, the pups have calmed down a whole lot. They knew to be on their best behavior or they might end up missing out on the fun. They were particularly interested in playing with Jewel, who had tagged along with her friend. Brandon’s always busy, so it’s nice when everyone gets a chance to hang out together.

The group was altogether now, and the pups were racing around the sofa, though Jewel was cheating and hopping over the sofa to make sure she stayed in the lead. But that was okay, because Shuffles was counting two for every one lap he ran, so he could maintain his number one spot. However, Nixi had them both beat, she stopped and stood to the side and simply declared herself the winner.

While the pups argued as to who actually won the races, their friends were planning something else. This was something out of the ordinary, and not on the regularly scheduled program. Brandon had come up with a plan and had managed to keep every detail so well hidden that no pup would have expected what was to come next. All the things that had happened had been according to plan, but they were not the plan. Oh no, something else was in store for the group.

So they weren’t hanging out together. At least not in the apartment anyway. Again, it was just a distraction from the real objective, possibly to keep the pups guessing at every twist and turn. They’d prepped the home so nice and clean, and the pups don’t even get to have fun turning it back into a mess.

Instead, they were headed for the car. A strange event indeed for the group. Such a large group, peoples and pups. And there were the snacks too. Oh yes, one can never forget snacks for a quick summer trip. But were they going to eat them? With everything else shifting with guesswork at every corner, they were just going to have to wait and see when they get there…

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 173: Big Friendly Dog

bernese-mountain-dog-1205918_640I like hugging people. It’s fun, and I’m really good at it. The thing is, I can’t figure out why people always running away from me. My friend never runs from me, though I’ve never seen him run now that I think of it.

My friend is a little older and can’t exactly keep up with my pace, so I’m left running circles around him to make sure the path is always clear and safe for him. It’s the best though, I get to check and inspect all the things and then report back to my friend so he always knows what’s up.

Usually, my pal and I have our regularly scheduled walks in the park, and it’s usually pretty calm and quiet in the after lunch time but before afternoon snacks. We take the neighborhood street over to the park, and the first person I always spot is the delivery lady. Such a nice lady, so I run toward her to give her a hug, but she just runs away.

Sometimes there’s other peoples on the sidewalk, and they’re really nice people. I know they’re nice because they smell nice and they seem happy. So I want to give them a hug, but when I run towards them, they run away too. Just last week, our neighbor was out getting the newspaper, so I ran toward her to give the hugs. But the fence door slammed closed before I could get into the yard to hug her and she just stood there staring at me like I was scary. I’m not scary, I always happy.

But such is the norm when I run up to people. My friend tells me it’s because I’m such a big boy, which isn’t true. I’m not really that big. I mean, the sofa is bigger and fluffier than me and I fit right snug in it.

But I don’t know why people run away when you’re trying to give them a hug. I love hugs. My pal gives me a hug all the time, especially when I can tell he’s feeling a little sad or lonely. So I know that hugs work, and I’m gonna keep giving them out.

What about you pups out there? You know anyone that needs the hugs? If you do, don’t be afraid to give them one. And if they try and get away, give them an extra one so they realize what they’re missing out on.

Rocky Adventure – Just Dreams

soap-bubble-824574_640There was no way the ball was floating away too. Perhaps things were confused here, not like other places where it’s normal and the ball just rolls along the ground like it’s supposed to do. But that’s just relative to when and where you are. Right now, I have no idea when I am or where this is, but I am here right now, so might as well make the most of it.

If you’ve ever seen a balloon floating away, it’s an odd thing to observe. To study such a thing, I came to the conclusion that both the ball before and the present balloon were both indeed joining up for some sort of sky event. There’s a chance they were late for the appointment, but no time to worry about that right now. In fact, I didn’t really know what was so interesting about it in the first place, but I had to watch until they both disappeared. Wherever they went, they didn’t come back, so I moved on from here.

There were far too many interesting things to see around here. Really neat stuff, cool things and odd scenes. One such was a man and his dog chasing bubbles through the air. Yes, they chased the bubbles up into the air and the man was winning since he’d eaten way more than the pup who was running through the air upside down. It would have seemed strange had I been awake, but I was sleep. So these things do happen occasionally, and you get used to it.

Along the bridge there just happened to be Mr. Good Cat wagging his tail and rubbing against the wooden posts. He smiled at me and meowed a very nice greeting before snatching a fish out of one of the bubbles that was floating along. It was apparently very tasty and with a hop and a skip, my cat friend bounded off the bridge and into the stream of milk that flowed beneath.

I didn’t feel like swimming or pausing to lap up some warm milk, so I floated to the other side of the bridge and entered the forest. All alone, I checked each tree and bush to see what I could find. One bush dropped juicy bones while another had little squeaky toys that chirped, demanding that I play with them. This is where all the fun stuff grows, but it wasn’t ripe yet, so I’ll let it go another snooze or two before I start picking the best ones.

The old man peeked over one bush, grinning his happy grin while wearing his funny hat with the ball on it. Only, it wasn’t a ball, but a shiny bell that jingled and danced as he sang one of his songs he knows I like.

I danced along the path, bobbing to my friend’s cheery tune, enjoying all the things that came and went. Leaves of all manner of smell blew with the breeze, there were squirrels dangling from the air as birds carried them from branch to branch, and the busy sound of bugs lapping at the sweet flowers tickled my ears.

Then some really fuzzy bumbly rumble bugs buzzed around my head, trying to tickle my whiskers and snatch the fuzz out of my ears. A few shakes and I spun around through the air and did a really neat flip, but still they rumbled after me. So I snapped at a few of them, trying to make sure I made it out of the forest with all my fur intact. Silly bugs, they must know the best honey is made with the sweetest puppy fur.

My dance took me left along the path so I didn’t chase the bugs any more and they gave up trying to tickle me. They weren’t going to be that tasty anyway, I could already tell by the buzz they made as they flew into the grass and disappeared.

The grass was tasty though. Sort of had that bacon flavor that my good old pal likes to make early in the mornings to wake me up. Yeah, that’s the flavor. I can taste it all now, the best smell to wake up to first thing in the morning.

In fact I think I’ll do just that!

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 172: Catch Me If You Can

dog-2690588_640I saw something the other day, it’s not clear what exactly was supposed to happen, because I do not think the scene went the way the players had originally intended. So I have to explain it to you, well, maybe that would take too long so I will sum up.

This all started the other day while I was at the park with my friend. I was catching the ball that my friend had thrown when we spotted the other dog. He was cool, interested in everything but not calm enough to take a moment to pay attention to any one thing at a time. Sort of spazzy, but still nice enough to say “hello.”

We shall call this dog’s name Carl. And he seemed like a good pup, chasing the leaves and sniffing around the ducks. He seemed like a nice enough pup, but no pal to keep him company. But he was out interviewing some people to see if they wanted to take him home and be his new family.

That’s when the first guy showed up. The chase started off with the man just following Carl around with a stick that had a string at the end. He seemed determined at first, but after a lap around the park, Carl had him beat.

When the man’s strategy did not appear to work, the man called for backup. The chase continued to drag on until the others showed up for the fun. And it appeared to be fun indeed. I wanted to join in, but my friend just wanted to watch from the sidelines.

Others showed up on the scene, rushing onto the field to help their friend catch Carl. This only gave the pup more energy. It was a challenge indeed, and he was happy to accept.

The chase moved over to a fenced field where the spectators could watch from benches outside the arena. The people continued their pursuit while Carl was bouncing all around like the hyper rascal he is. Carl seemed to be an expert at this game while the group seemed little more than novices, dropping their catching poles and stumbling about the field.

Some of us encouraged Carl from the sidelines. It was four against one, and somehow, the fuzziest one was giving the other team a run for their treats. You could hear the keys jingling super hard as the group struggled together trying to keep up.

Carl ran back and forth across the field while the others chased. The circle ran tighter and tighter, the group struggling to keep up with Carl. One man took a break on the sideline, panting hard and struggling to keep up with the others. He looked over at us and shook his head like he’d already been defeated.

You know, if you’d just called him over to you instead of chasing him down, this all would have been a lot easier. But it did turn out to be a funny story for me to tell. So have you spotted any silly stories in the park lately? Please to entertain me with some!

Dante Adventure – Hide!

keys-2251770_640The door swung open and the keys jingled extra loud. Then it got super quiet, I mean super quiet, which made the sound of the keys dropping onto the soaked carpet that much louder. Directly after that, our names were called out with that demanding tone that just makes you want to hide even better.

We were in the trouble, but our spot was keeping us safe… for now. It was dry here, possibly the last dry spot anywhere. Skipper panted heavily in my ear, snuggled up close due to the tight space we occupied.

Gracie called a few more times before we heard the squishy footsteps that made a direct path to the kitchen. This was followed by splashing and frantic banging noises resulting in the dishwasher going quiet too. Then it was all silent.

“What should we do?” Skipper whispered in my ear.

“Shhhh!,” I tried hushing Skipper before Gracie could pinpoint our position.

But the splashing became squishy footsteps directly toward our position. I wanted to run, really I did, but then we’d be found for sure. It was better to rely on our tactical hiding place that was so cleverly chosen. I wouldn’t have even known about it had Skipper not hopped in here. I won’t tell you where we are though, you might tell.

The footsteps passed by and squished into the next room. We could hear Gracie searching for us, tossing some things around before finding out we were not there to be found. She called for us a few more times, but we weren’t moving. Skipper wouldn’t stop panting so loud, louder than my little heart beating for fear we would be found.

Gracie passed by us again, speedily splashing across the soaked carpet toward the bathroom. There was more searching and calling for us to come out. But we stayed right where we were. No reason to come out. Not right now at least.

The splashing moved into the sofa room and we heard the cushions being scuttled about. There were further demands that we come out, and it was beginning to sound a little more fearful than frustrated.

“Maybe we should get out now,” Skipper whispered.

“No, that’s just what she’ll be expecting,” I hushed back.

We could hear Gracie calling for backup in the next room. She was talking to someone else, probably a really good seeker to find us out. But it could be the pizza lady as well. That would be nice, especially after everything else has gone so poorly today. Poor carpet.

I peeked out just to see where Gracie was, and luckily her back was turned to me so she didn’t spot me. The carpet was definitely still wet and Gracie was talking to someone about it. Don’t know who it was, but she was quite possibly telling on us. But who was it?

After Gracie rummaged through more places for us, we heard the knock at the door. I had to pin Skipper to keep him from barking and rushing out. And still, no one was wise to our hiding place. Indeed, this was a grand spot.

But only moments after the door had opened and whoever it was had splashed through the hall and into the sofa room, we were discovered. It was like the guy knew exactly where we were hiding. Must have the nose of a fox or something. Whatever, our secret place was spoiled.

“It wasn’t us!” we barked in unison. “Not guilty!”

We were snagged out from under the little table in the front hall where Gracie puts her keys. Oh yes, it was perfect, covered with a nice little blanket and everything. Even a vase with flowers on top to make it right nice. We were found out though, and we were dragged out so the man could get in there. Yeah, apparently it was such a great spot that even the guy wanted to be in there. Something to do with the nice fluffy towels Gracie kept under there, which he quickly threw on the floor to make room for himself or something. All ruined, and now the only dry spot was on the bed.

“I call dibs!” Skipper barked and splashed away toward the bedroom.

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 171: Shorty

dog-2686244_640When I run and race around, I like my path smooth and clear so I can really get my little legs moving. I know other pups out there have long legs that can leap five sofas in a single bound, but we short pups are like little dragsters and a well organized racetrack is the desired setup.

But I’ve considered some of the more difficult terrains that I’ve encountered and realized that some of it has proven really tough stuff.

First of all, I do not like the stairs. This was a terrible idea from the start, and if it were up to me, everything would be down at my level. When I was a puppy, my pal used to carry me up and down them. But now if I want to go outside to play, I gotta wobble down them. Luckily, since my friend is the one demanding that we go back inside, he carries me up the stairs, so I got him on that one.

There’s also the obstacles at the playground. These aren’t so bad, but sometimes the others at the park want to use it to make the chase harder on me. The tunnel isn’t so bad, but Jess my rather tall friend likes to jump on top of the tunnel and then I can’t get to her.

Instead, what I really like are smooth rolling hills covered in soft grass. Yeah, that sounds like a mighty fun raceway for a grand game of chase. Hills are so much fun, but not the rocky ones with steps and climbing things. Or jumping through hoops… unless there’s treats involved. I jump through hoops for treats.

And then there’s up in the trees. Nope, the cat can have them. I can’t climb, and I don’t like high places. The only place I’m climbing up on is my friend’s lap so I can get my belly rubbed and paws tickled. Yup, that actually sounds really good right now.

Speaking of climbing things, it’s like my pal knows to hide the neat stuff up high so there’s no way for me to get to it. He knows I’ve got little legs and that all those things up there are just teasing me.

Getting a handle on rough terrain isn’t exactly my favorite bowl of water, but sometimes you have to do what a dog has got to do. So I get the four-paw traction and make it happen. Though it would be nice if everything were just a little closer to the ground, but what do you think?

Dante Adventure – Soaked

dog-2027523_640We knew right from the start that things were not going the way it was planned. Gracie had put our bowls and stuff in the dishwasher instead of letting us clean them properly (it is our job security). And none of this was my idea, let me tell you that right now. I don’t even like the dishwasher, but Gracie turned it on and then left us alone with it. And this is sort of how it went.

Now that we were alone with the dishwasher, it was time to consider what to do next. The food bowls were busy getting washed, and we were not really planning anything for the rest of the day. Well, we did want to go to the park, but that was not on the schedule for today.

I was just hanging out on the cool floor, but Skipper was up and annoyed with the rumble of the dishwasher. I could tell because of the way he was looking at it with his ears all laid back and his nose wrinkled up. Everything seemed normal at first, but Skipper would shortly change things up for us.

“Don’t do it,” I warned, eyeing Skipper carefully.

But he did it anyway. Skipper bounced up with a bark and a woof and pushed the door to the dishwasher, shaking everything. It shook so hard that the door opened up and out spilled all the soapy suds and such. Then the water started flying, sort of like when you’re in the park and the sprinklers start spraying everywhere.

“Run!” Skipper barked, his paws clicking as his paws skidded across the floor.

We both sat at the doorway, looking back into the kitchen from a safe zone. It was only getting worse though, the water started spreading the suds all over the place and it was creeping toward us. We were not worried in the least. Not at all. Well, it was getting worse though, so maybe just a little panic is due.

It wasn’t long after that the water chased us into the sofa room, making the carpet squishy and cold.  It actually felt pretty good in the soggiest spots and the smell was sort of funky and curious. But when the suds started piling through the door, we knew things were getting serious.

“What should we do?” Skipper asked me, pawing the squishy rug.

I bounced up and down, enjoying the cool feeling of water between my toes. “I think we should hide.”

“Good idea.”

Hiding was not as easy as it sounds though. With everything slowly soaking in water, finding a spot that was high and dry with proper cover was not as easy as we originally thought. The only dry spot was on the sofa or under the bed, and under the bed was presently getting squishy while the sofa offered absolutely no cover at all.

“Maybe we should try stopping the washer,” Skipper whined.

“But how? We don’t have the proper paws for the job,” I whined back.

“We gotta try something!”

So we did. We tried. It was a very frantic and panic stricken attempt, but we did try. I splashed around through the soapy suds while Skipper spun circles on the floor in an attempt to gain traction. Pushing the door up into it’s place wasn’t that hard, but it did not want to stay there. We finally gave up after a few tries and retreated to the sofa to dry our paws off.

That’s when we heard the keys at the door. Oh, it was time to face the music, and it wasn’t playing our favorite tune.

“I think we’re in trouble,” Skipper gulped. “Let’s blame it on the goldfish.”

“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 170: Main Event

soap-bubbles-672642_640I don’t know about you, but I just have to chase something that is moving. Don’t know why, it’s just a natural reaction to it. So I sat down for a sec just to see if I could figure things out. I thought really hard about it, but it’s not exactly as simple as you’d think.

That’s because there is something about the chase that every dog I know really enjoys. It’s fun, it’s exciting, and it’s great exercise. These are all awesome things, but my favorite has to be the chase in of itself.

I chased a squirrel one time as it raced back and forth down the top of the fence. Never did catch that rascal, but it was fun. In fact, I really don’t even know how it started in the first place. Don’t really know if we were being pals and racing or if I even wanted to catch him and make him squeak like a toy.

Is it about the racing? Well, maybe. Let’s see, I do like to win, so that would be something important to remember when racing. There’s also the challenge of the whole thing, just to see if I can out run anything and everything under the sun.

Sometimes I just want to catch something though, like the ball or the stick or the cat. I really want to catch that cat though, just to see that look on her face when I finally do. Someday maybe. But I’ll be happy enough if you’d just throw the stick already, alright?

So what about the actual chase itself. Am I really having fun, because it is hard work to catch some of these things, so is work fun? Well, for me it is. It’s actually refreshing to do what comes naturally. I’m happy, excited, and it only gets better when I’ve got friends around to share the fun with.

All that running around gets you super tired, and even though you still want to keep going, it’s important to take a break and cool down, get some water, and sit in the shade for a few.

As for me, there’s a vent that blows cool air right onto the bed and that’s where I am if anyone asks for me. I know I’m not supposed to be on the bed, but that’s only when I get caught, so don’t tell on me and ruin my cool afternoon snooze.