It was just Gracie and me today. We had the whole day to ourselves. Yes indeed, and it made me very happy for it to be so. It should be like this more often if you ask me. And now it was very quiet and relaxed, just me and my friend.
This was all because Skipper was in the trouble. Deep, deep in the trouble. He’d done all the things he wasn’t supposed to do, up to and including snatching the freshly made sandwich off the table and then when he was busted, refusing to stop eating it. It was a big stubborn mess.
So after Gracie had wrestled the remains of the sandwich, she’d taken that very disobedient rascal into the bedroom and closed him in all by his lonesome. Though he whined and whimpered and scratched at the door, he was in there until he calmed down and stopped throwing tantrums.
I was being a good boy though, so right now I was the favored. Indeed I was the favorite. We rested on the sofa together while Gracie relaxed, rubbing my belly and tickling my whiskers. It had been a wild morning, so this break was much needed. It had also been a while since I got to enjoy some time without Skipper bouncing on top of me and trying to hog all the attention.
After a while, we decided to do other things. So I went and got Gracie her slippers and dropped them on the floor. I was just being nice. It was an old trick I remembered from when I was but a puppy, but old dogs remember old tricks. And that sure got me a swell pat on the head and my ears rubbed.
We went into the kitchen where Gracie began preparing some snacks to be eaten. I do believe this was her planned day away from the school and work stuffs, and just taking it easy had been the primary plan all along. I deduced this very obvious bit of knowledge when I realized she had not left for work and the keys were nowhere close to the door. Also, she is wearing the slippers.
So the food was made and it smelled very nice. There was no panic attack from a fuzzy worm that rushed in to beg for half. It was just us two. And I didn’t even beg for anything, I just sat on top of her slippers and waited patiently like the good boy I am. Yes, I am the good boy.
After the lunch, we went outside for a walk. Just a short one, but just the two of us. I didn’t really sniff around or anything, just walking with my friend. Getting a little exercise on a nice cloudy day. It even sprinkled a little bit, just enough to make everything smell nice.
We returned home shortly after the sprinkles fell and stopped. It was still quiet and peaceful, and I’m pretty sure Skipper had finally barked himself into a deep slumber, so we played fetch for a little while in the sofa room. Gracie sat on the sofa and would roll the fluffy ball across the floor while I retrieved it.
This fun went on for a while until Gracie fell asleep. Just a nap, but I joined in just to see if we could continue to play in the same dream. It wasn’t until I awoke to the sound of Gracie stretching to get up that I realized that I’d only dreamed of sunshine rays and grassy parks.
Those thoughts drifted off into somewhere else as we made our way down the hall toward the door. Apparently it was time to end the quiet. Gracie opened the door and let the Skipper out. He was not happy, but at least he wasn’t all wound up either. Just grumpy I guess.
“So what’d you do all day,” Skipper asked gruffly as he shuffled out into the hall with us.
“The same thing we’ll do tomorrow if you don’t settle down next time,” I grinned.
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.