Rocky Adventure – Stuck

pyrogames-2152240_640There was food stuffs outside and all my friends as well. It was a party and my bestest buds were super excited. Izzy and Buck chased each other and the once tiny Marty had doubled in size since we last saw him (he eats a lot). And all their friends were here too. And they were outside.

I was not outside. Somehow, I had gotten trapped in here behind the force-fielded invisible patio door that makes everything harder. I could be out there right now with everyone else, but instead I’m trapped in here, away from those delicious foodstuffs and such. There wasn’t even anyone around to pet me and rub my back. It was terrible.

After barking for help didn’t work, I started pawing the door to try to slide it open. If this was my house, I’d just hop on out the door, but we were cooking it up next door at Buck’s place. I could see his slobber marks all over the place where he’d slid his face around and occasionally licked a spot or two.

The pawing didn’t work. The door was shut tight and no one was getting out of here without some help. I needed to get their attention, but it was like I was invisible or something. I barked, bounced, scratched and even did a back-flip. Nothing was working. I was stuck. I was going to have to figure this out on my own.

I turned back into the house and started looking around. Anything useful? Well, there was a ball, some toys, a chair, and a piece of fuzz. The fuzz didn’t do much, but it smelled funny, so I took a moment to examine it.

Moving on from there, I checked the bathroom, the hallway, and the kitchen. There wasn’t anything useful there either. Then I checked the front door, but it was shut tight too. And there was no way I was going to be able to open this one.

That’s when I heard the back door open and the voices and barks from beyond filled the house. At least for a moment. Before I could race back to make my escape, whoever had opened the door had closed it back again, forbidding me to join the party.

I slid right into the invisible force-field that barred my path. Beyond the door, I watched the others laughing and playing and having a good time. I could feel my paws get sad as I sat down in utter defeat. It felt like they’d forgotten me.

Then the booms came. Bright lights broke out in the sky as things popped and sparkled. Was that supposed to happen? The peoples cheered as they waved their hands around and more things popped in the sky.

However, the furry pals that had been outside no longer wanted to be out there. They met me on the opposite side of the glass, whining to get inside.

“Let us in, let us in!” the others barked.

“Let me out, let me out!” I barked back.

But we were all stuck…


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 125: Nosy Dog

dog-2418164_640You know, I’m pretty nosy. I really like to know what everyone else is up to. I don’t know why this is, but it is. Whether it’s finding out what my pal just brought home from the grocery store or wondering why someone is putting their shoes on, I must be there. I must find out why. I must be nosy.

So what does it take to be qualified as nosy? Well, you have to be alert first of all. If you’re not always there when something is happening, then you’re really not doing your job very well. I mean, what kind of a dog doesn’t hop up and investigate every little thing? So I really make sure I get every little detail I can.

You also have to be really thorough. Don’t just show up and spy out the area before going on your merry way. Get right up in everyone’s business so they know you’re there.

Little things matter, so be sure to sniff all the things, right down to the shoe laces. Shoe laces tell you a lot about where your friend’s have been…especially if they’ve been snacking on things without you.

If you really want to go the distance, you have to be ready to go at all times…even during your afternoon naps. At the slightest sound like the jingle of keys, you need to be ready to hop up and check things out. Even if nothing spectacular is going on, be a part of it. Besides, it’d be boring if you weren’t a part of absolutely everything your friends are doing.

As a warning to any pup pushing their nosy talents, this is going to annoy others. People and cats alike are not always going to approve of your skills. But if you’re diligent and persistent, you’ll soon find that nothing escapes your detection.

So how nosy would you pups out there really qualify yourselves? Any one think they can take the cake? Any pup out there think they’re nosier than me…I’m interested, please I need to know!

Dante Adventure – Treasure Hunt

treasure-map-153425_640The park was full of people. Not really any other dogs. But we had Gracie with us so we fit right in amongst the crowd. Normally, there would be way more pups than people, but there was some sort of party going on or something.

We were told to be on our best behavior, but that’s not always possible. In fact, that’s not very likely. This is especially true with all the goodies around. I already had spotted some people munching on huge morsels of meat and snacking on sweet smelling goodies.

Gracie tugged Skipper along. The fuzzy rascal was already begging others for food. I knew he was still stuffed. We just ate right before we came out here. But my guess is his belly is a bottomless pit of some sort. I once saw him eat a whole bowl of food, drink all the water, and then steal the chip bag from Gracie and get what he could before getting caught.

He had no such luck today. Right away, Gracie knew what mischief he was up to and had put a stop to it. Skipper woofed and tugged back on the leash, squeezing the length out of my collar before he gave up and followed along.

We passed next to another couple who were interested in us. They waved hello to us and smiled and were otherwise the friendliest people out here. But they didn’t want to share the cake they were eating, so there’s always room for improvement.

It wasn’t long after that Gracie led us away from the people and back out onto the green green grass of the park. Fewer people wandered here close to the pond, probably because the ducks kept on begging for food too.

Three ducks waddled up to us and quacked us for something to eat. Skipper barked the same to them. After some discussion it was revealed that none of us had any food to give and we all moved on along, the ducks quacking annoyingly and Skipper ruffing his thoughts about how strange ducks are.

With less people where we were, Gracie let us loose to wander as long as we promised to stay close. We couldn’t promise anything, but she let us go anyway. We traveled along the edge of the pond and searched for anything to do or perhaps eat. And that’s when we found something.

Skipper spotted it first and wouldn’t even let me in for a sniff. He pushed me out of the way with his big extra fluffy body and wouldn’t scoot. It took some work, and after some slick dance moves, I managed to hop around the barricade and see what had been found.

After we’d spent some time investigating whatever it was, we came to the conclusion that it was definitely a thing that looked like it was edible. But just when Skipper was about to take a bite out of one of the funny looking balls that sat in the bundle of sticks, Gracie stepped in and wanted it all to herself.

“Hey!” we both cried out. “We found it, it’s ours to eat!”

But Gracie pushed us away from the snacks and insisted that it wasn’t ours. I guess the old “finders keepers” didn’t work when you’re at the park.

That’s when the ducks showed back up. All three of them and a few others. And they didn’t seem happy to see us around. They must be jealous that we found the food before they could. One duck quacked at us angrily and started waddling faster, fluffing out her wings and carrying on about us finding her treasure.

From there, we had no choice but to give up the claim and follow Gracie away from the treasure cove. We’d definitely found some goodies here, but maybe there’s something even more delicious to be had amongst the festivities Gracie was headed back toward…


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 124: The Store

dog-2091443_640My pal likes to go places. I guess it’s cool, but usually I’d much rather just stay home and play in the yard. But there are a few exceptions that just tickle me silly and make me happy. One of these places just so happens to be the toy store.

You do have to run the risk of hopping in the car and ending up going for a trip to the doc. So don’t be surprised if your pal tries to sneak one past you like this. One time I was just asked if I was “ready to go,” and I thought we were going to the toy store. Not so. I ended up with a bath and a fur cut.

But when you do go to the toy store, it is a lucky day indeed. All the things are at the toy store. You have treats of all sorts and food and yummy stuff to start with. And that will be one of the first things you smell when you walk in the doors too. I do recommend stopping by for a treat if you can get one. No need to go hunting around for cool stuff to play with if your belly is empty.

Another peculiar smell are all the other fuzzy pals hanging around you can bark with about stuff. Not all of them are even pups. I’ve woofed to a birds in cages, squirrels racing in wheels, and even kittens. There are some really interesting silent slithery serpents that are really neat looking, but they don’t do much but sit there. I did see a turtle once, but he stayed inside his house and wouldn’t come out to bark.

Probably the best thing is all the toys to play with and try out. You see, it’s a little different when you can play with them to see which one you like the best. So don’t just grab the first one you see and think that’s the only one out there.  Go ahead and try some of them out before you decide which one you like the best.

The only hard part is convincing your pal to get the toy you want. This can be sort of open for negotiations since you will have to make sure your friend grabs the one you pick.

Nixi Adventure – To Do List

checklist-1295319_640Nixi didn’t like being alone. The apartment was so quiet. To quiet. The only thing keeping the pup company was the hum of the air conditioner as it blew cold air through the vent in the floor. Nixi was laying on that vent, enjoying the cold air tickling her paws.

Brandon had left earlier, taking Shuffles with him for some odd reason. It seemed more like one of those special visits like getting the fur trimmed and the tangles tugged out. When you’re a fluffy pup like Shuffles, such things can be terrible to endure. But it was assured that Brandon wouldn’t feel a thing, so there was nothing to fear. At least that was what Shuffles was told on the way out the door.

Now Nixi was just waiting for them to get back. It’s a strange thing how different things are when there’s no one around to play with. You end up just sort of hanging around and thinking about things to do when someone does finally show back up. Nixi was currently making those plans.

First she thought of the ball, but there was no one to throw it right now. Brandon could throw it, but he wasn’t here. Shuffles can’t throw, but he can roll like a ball sometimes, so that might be close enough. But she still had to wait until someone was here with her.

Then she considered racing around the room. But who could she race? By yourself, the race isn’t really a race, you’re just running around the room like a crazy. Other pups might see her and think she’s lost her bones. No one to watch, no one to race…it just wasn’t coming together as planned.

There was always the pillow fort she could build. That’s always fun, but she’d be all by herself in the fort with no one to help her plot and plan the invasion of the kitchen or defend from the sinister vacuum that lurked in the hallway waiting to snatch up puppy paws unaware.

Nothing was really that much fun when you’re alone. There were really only a few games she could think of by herself too, and it’s most assured that Shuffles could come up with his own share of fun times to be had. But he wasn’t here, and thing were boring (little did she know that Shuffles would much rather be bored than in the bath right now).

So the pup waited by herself, letting the air conditioner hum her into a light sleep where her mind could wander off beyond the apartment door and down to the park. What fun games there were to play down there. All the other dogs racing around, people throwing balls in every direction, holes to dig, and odd critters to investigate. Nixi’s plans played out in her mind, occasionally tickling her paw into a patter as she raced to catch up with the others.

With the turn of a key, the lock clicked and awoke the waiting pup. Nixi rolled off the floor vent as her paws searched for the carpet. Then with a mad dash, the distance between the bedroom and the front door was covered in the blink of an eye and half a whisker twitch.

Shuffles stared down at his friend, still trying hard to shake off the bow that had been tied on his head. It was bad enough they’d given him a bath and cut off all his awesome fur, but then they tangled things into what was left. He’d been waiting to get back just as eagerly as Nixi was waiting for them to come back. And luckily, he knew Nixi was just the pup to help him out.

“We’ve got a lot to do, and I need your help!” both pups barked in unison.

And everyone began working together on the to-do lists.


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 123: Campfire Stories

dog-2414362_640I’ve heard a few dogs bark about this at the park, and I’ve even encountered it myself a time or two. It’s the strangest thing ever because no one has ever seen what “it” is or even know anything about it other than it’s actually coming to get them. My pal has told me that many times, but whatever it is never really makes an appearance.

I just know what I’ve seen.

Normally, my day goes as planned unless there’s a bath involved. Then it’s never as planned. But for the most part, I know what’s going to happen when it happens and how I can make a meal out of it or get my belly rubbed in the end. But every now and then, my pal will just out of nowhere for no logical reason tell me in a deep voice, “Are you ready? It’s coming to get you…”

And at first, you don’t really know what to do, like are they serious or is it a joke. But my friend always just seems so serious about it. And then it builds up even more because she’ll get up from her spot and just stare right at me and tell me it’s coming to get me again.

At this point, I tend to get a little paranoid. Should I run and hide, do I grab my food and stash it for safekeeping? Can’t it get the cat instead of me? Just a few questions pop into my head, but they sort of pile up and make it hard to think clearly.

So I panic. It just seems like the thing to do at the time. You know, dance around, see if there’s a good place to run, bounce off the sofa and then tackle my friend. And she just treats it all like it’s some sort of game or something.

This is where things will get sort of strange. Once I go for a tackle attempt, it’s like my friend had it planned all along, sort of catching me and rubbing me down while telling me everything is going to be alright. Which is totally cool, but it’s sort of confusing too. You see, that’s not the end of it. Right when the fur on my tail stops tingling, my pal tells me again, in that deep voice, “it’s coming to get you…Are you ready?”

NO! I’m not ready, I just got all calmed down with my belly getting tickled and such. So I get all panicked again and go for another sprint around the room. It’s like a circle, and I never ever find out what it is that’s coming to get me.

So what can a dog do? I don’t know, but if any of you other pups out there have had a similar situation with your pal, and you finally figured out what “it” is, let me know.

Rocky Adventure – The Sneakiest

fence-55460_640No one is getting by me. No bird, squirrel, or cat can get past these keen senses. I can even smell the fly buzzing around the tomato plants in the garden. But I’ll let it be for now. I have bigger bugs to squish.

“Yes!” I roared with a pounce, landing right on top of a beetle that had wandered into the wrong yard. He knew what he was getting into when he crossed the fence-line.

Then everything was quiet again. I waited for the old man to return, hopefully with something to cover the gaping hole in the fence. I still don’t get why it would be a good idea to pull the old one down, but sometimes he just comes up with plans on his own. He’s supposed to get this sort of thing organized with me so I can plan ahead of time, but everything was sort of sprung at the last moment.

There was a ruckus from beyond the fence somewhere. I couldn’t tell you what it was, but it was something. I know this because “nothing” does not make noises no matter what your pal tells you when you wake them up in the middle of the night. It was something. It’s always something.

I carefully crept up to the hole in the fence and waited. There was only the alley way beyond the fence where only cats roam. A huge box was out there too, and a few weeds, but not anything of real interest. And most importantly, there was no sign of whatever it was that made that sound.

So I peeked my head out into the way and took a sniff. Still nothing. The way was empty and silent now. Not a sign of disturbance. Not even a bug buzzing about. But I was sure that something had made a sound out here. So sure of it.

“Slam!” went the wood boards behind me. I spun around and stared at the old man who was just a grinning away. How did he get behind me? Impossible.

“How did you? What? But you were out…” I fumbled for the right barks. How could he have slipped past all my fine-tuned skills? It boggles the mind and my tail which was currently in frizz mode.

I stared at the wood pile that the old man had brought. I just don’t get it. So sneaky. So quiet. So mischievous.

“Fine,” I ruffed. “If you’re so crafty, you can make sure no one sneaks into the yard all on your own…I’m going in and taking a nap. Probably gonna have to eat something too, so I can calm my nerves.


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.

Dante Adventure – Taunted

dog-2225537_640I didn’t know what to do. It was all so dark now, only the smell of leftovers clung to my whiskers. It was a terrible thing to happen to any dog, especially me. It sort of is my fault, but I’d really like to blame someone else right now.

More than that though, I’d like to get this box off my head. But that wasn’t happening any time soon it seemed. I’ve tried all sorts of things, like simply backing out of it, fighting it, biting it, licking it, and barking at it. Nothing was working though. It was stuck fast to my face and wasn’t letting go.

It’s times like these that I wonder about what the box could have been thinking, like yum, there’s puppy brains to be had here. So it ate my head while I ate all the things at the bottom of it. And it was just a few small tidbits of leftovers that had been neglected. Nothing big or deliciously irresistible, but I’d been caught in the trap. The box had me all the way up to the collar, and it was hungry.

I could hear Skipper off to the side, following along as I tried to navigate around the room. He wasn’t helping at all. Rather, he was enjoying himself it seemed. Sort of poking fun at me and making jokes and trying to get me to play “hide’n seek.” I kept losing.

“Why don’t you just take it off already?” Skipper woofed, sort of mocking me.

I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, since it is hard to hear. Sounds sort of echoed in my ears. Every time I’d bark, it was deafening, and even small woofs and whispers drowned out all the things around me. I couldn’t see, it was hard to hear, and I was still hungry. Now the thirst had kicked in along with the need to relieve myself discreetly.

“Well why don’t you take it off for me,” I recommended to Skipper.

“Don’t feel like it.”

That pup is so hard-headed sometimes I think he’s constantly stuck in a box. But that got me to thinking, which can be dangerous. But this was a good idea. Not one to get us into trouble or anything. Instead, it should get me out of trouble.

I flopped down on the ground and made the challenge. “That’s because you can’t, just admit it.” My woofs echoed in my ears and I only wished I could see the expression on the rascal’s face. It had to be just like the time I called him a chicken. Maybe I’ll do it again.

Skipper was silent. So I poked at him again. Then I heard the paws clicking around me as the fuzzball studied the box. He was always up for a challenge, so I was sure I had the snare on him now. It was just a matter of how he was going to “help” me.

“Sooooo….” I whispered, ” what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nah, I don’t want to make you cry like a puppy.”

“Alright then, chicken, I’ll just figure it out on my own,” I taunted.

“What’d you call me?” Skipper whispered quietly. I could hear it clearly despite the muffler on my head.

“It’s all cool, chicken, you just go off and play by yourself.”

And that’s when it hit me. The rolly-polly fuzzball smacked into the box on my head, and I could see light again. I could breathe. I could hear. I felt better.

“Who’s a chicken now?” Skipper tore the remaining parts of the box down into smaller pieces. “Huh? Huh? I’m not through with you yet!”


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 122: Double Trouble

young-2293890_640If there’s one thing I don’t like, it’s getting in trouble. Yeah, I get in trouble. I’ve been doing it for a long time too, so I’m pretty good at it. What I’m not always good at is getting back out of it once I’m tail-deep in. But I do have a few ideas that work sometimes. And they’re always worth a try.

First of all, when you get in trouble, ask yourself a few questions. Did you do it? Probably.  Can they prove it was you? Likely. Can you blame it on someone else? Yes! It was always someone else’s fault that it happened. Mailman, milkman, cat, or even them. Try flipping it right back on them. It usually will throw them off at least.

If you’re in a pinch, just resort to hiding. It buys you some time to find someone else to pin the whole thing on. Under the bed, behind the sofa or in the sofa is even better. If you’re quick, you can sneak around behind them while they look for you, but only if you have light paws. Just whatever you do, don’t stay in one place for too long or they’ll zero in on you before you can come up with a plan.

When you do get discovered, and it is inevitable, avoid even talking about what happened. Change the subject by asking them how their day went. Or even bring them a toy or ball to throw. People get easily distracted if you give them something to hold in their hand.

If things are looking pretty bad, act as cute as possible. Things like dancing and rolling around while you wag your tail and flop your ears will turn frowns upside down quick fast and in a hurry. This is no time for a half-baked performance, you gotta go for the gusto.

This is my basic plan for whenever I get caught doing something I’m not supposed to be doing. It works fairly well right up until the end where I always get in trouble anyway. So what sort of plan do you use to stay out of trouble when it finds you? And does it work, please let me know!

Nixi Adventure – Try, Try Again

door-knob-2180013_640Nixi jumped on Shuffles again, trying hard to get up just a little higher. It wasn’t working very well. The doorknob evaded her reach as she plopped back down onto the ground, getting a little frustrated with the situation.

Shuffles squeaked, just as frustrated. After a good shake of the ears, he got his bearings back and gave Nixi a look that wondered what was next in the plan. None of this was his idea, but he was always up for a challenge. He just didn’t think he was going to be a springboard.

“What now?” Shuffles ruffed and rolled over onto his back and rubbed himself down on the carpet.

Neither pup knew exactly what was beyond the door, but that really didn’t matter. The mission today was to get into the hallway closet. It was a rare moment to see it open, and this morning had been one of those times. Brandon had grabbed a few things out from somewhere in there, and he would not allow anyone else to see or even sniff what was in there. So it was a mystery. And puppies like mysteries.

Shuffles reached up the door again, stretching himself and trying as hard as he possibly could. It still wasn’t enough though. The doorknob was just out of reach. Not to mention the pups had no idea how to even get it to work even if they were able to reach it. But it was something to keep them busy.

Nixi tried crawling up Shuffles as he reached, but he couldn’t hold her up. Both pups collapsed into a heap, dancing around on the floor and trying to put their paws back on the ground where they belonged.

“There’s something in there!, I just know it,” Nixi woofed as she snorted up scents from beyond the door’s threshold.

“Like what?” Shuffles backed up and plopped his haunches against the door, sitting in his odd fashion.

“It’s a secret.”

“Can we dig under the door?” Shuffles adjusted his position and flopped to the floor.

Nixi wondered and reached her paws under the door, clawing at the carpet like it was soft dirt. It tickled her paws, but sure enough, there was something under there. She could feel it. She reached a little deeper and tried to grab at whatever it was. Something soft, like a towel moved.

“There’s something under there for sure,” Nixi barked as she pawed sideways, taking swipes at whatever it was.

Shuffles turned on his side and tried to crawl under the door. It was clearly too small of a space, but he tried anyway. And he made a good show of it as well. Points for determination.

Nixi continued to flutter her paws under the door, whapping at whatever was beyond the hallway door. The soft material was moving closer, but she was still unsure of what it was. After enough swipes, something started appearing from beneath the door’s threshold.

And it was just enough for Shuffles to grab a hold of with his puppy teeth and tug. And he tugged, and he tugged. His dance was perfectly swayed side to side in a nice rhythm, working the secret thing out from it’s secret hiding spot.

“We got it!” Nixi barked as Shuffles gave it one final tug.

The towel was dragged throughout the apartment in a victory parade, both pups proud of their achievement. It was well worth it, all that work. But when at first you don’t succeed, be determined as a dog.


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.