Rocky Adventure – The Doctor Is In

vet-4185908_640It hurt so bad! Oh, the pain was all over my leg, pinching it’s way past my tail and made my fur stand on end. I’d done the thing, the thing that has never been a good idea. I was just racing through the house, minding my own business when I tracked across the sofa room, when all of a sudden it happened. I caught my paw on something when I was making my sweet turn, and I felt the pop. And that’s why it hurts.

The old man had come to my rescue, arriving to the scene and demanding to know what had happened. I told him all the things and showed him my paws. After taking some time to examine them, he helped me up and took me to the sofa. Rather than the normal playful flop, I was set down gently and told he’d be right back.

I instantly began licking my paw, trying to make it feel better. It did, but only a little bit. It felt like it was pulsing, beating, as if to ensure that it had my complete attention. I licked with increasing fury, but the ouch did not subside in the least.

“It hurts so much!” I whined to the old man. He’d arrived with things, a whole lot of stuff of which I recognized none. I expected maybe a bone or something to take my mind off my paw, but that apparently was not the plan.

I was flopped back onto my back and my paw was nabbed away from my still smacking tongue. The old man’s fingers moved around until they found whatever it was that was hurting me and he poked it.

“OUCH!” I yelped, trying to take my paw back. “Don’t do that!”

But the old man held fast to my paw and began putting something on it. It was cold, and that seemed to just make things worse. I struggled and squirmed, however the old man had a serious case of determination and I was not going anywhere soon.

After the stinging cold had soaked in, there was another wrestling match and then the wrapper opened. I sat still. Very still. Perhaps it was time for a treat. I looked at the old man as he opened up a wrapper and removed a very fluffy looking thingy, sort of like a marshmallow or something. Sniffing provided no information, even when I was allowed to inspect it. A flavorless treat?

Nope. The old man took it away before I could even so much as lick it and began unrolling it around my paw. The throbbing was still there, but at least the sharp pinching pains had gone away now. The roll continued to work around my paw until it had completely covered everything. In fact, it was now a very nice little ball of fluff sticking off my leg instead of my paw.

Then we were done. At least that’s what I was told before being set back down on all four to continue on with the day.

Not so fast though. It felt weird to walk. My paw still ached, but the step was super fluffy. I hobbled and wobbled around, trying to find a decent way to walk. There wasn’t really any good way to go about this, so I got back on the sofa and got comfy instead.

The old man sat next to me, resting his hand on my head and scratching beneath my collar. He’s a pretty good doc, the operation was a little ruff…but at least the recovery room has a very nice upside to it.

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 202: It’s OURS

snout-4364127_640Everyone wants my treat. This is the worst part about getting a treat, especially if you have some very sneaky friends. On this particular day, getting a treat turned out to be easy, but keeping it was going to be hard.

Rather than enjoy a few delicious nibbles, I ended up spending most of my time trying to avoid the others. This isn’t as easy as it might seem. After a few rounds through the sofa room and once over the bed, I was able to make it to my pal, and she quickly came to my defense, running the others out of the kitchen so they’d leave me alone.

At this point, the others resorted to more subtle techniques. At first it started out as charming and otherwise just trying to puff me up, but then came the begging and the whining. Eventually they resorted to the trickery, like: Look over there! The one that almost got me to take my eyes off the treat was the one about the knocking on the door. They knew that would d

Unfortunately, my friend does not stay still for long as usual, and she was off into another room to do the things she does. This left me all alone and vulnerable to the incoming thievery. The others slinked into the room and circled around me, trying to woof my attention away from the treat in paw.

Then when the negotiations didn’t work out, the sneaky snaps and daring dashes began. It’s tough when your fellow friends suddenly start trying to snag your goodies, and the hardest part is realizing you’re outnumbered. Now that my protector had gone off to do her own thing, I was left with only one choice…run!

Finding a safe place isn’t as easy as you might think, especially when the others are hot on your tail. I tried a few good hiding places, but they only work if no one knows where you are to begin with. In fact, I almost got cornered when I discovered that the blankets had piled up on the exit side of the bed. It was a close one, but I managed to lose the others in the fluff.

Finally I was able to enjoy my treat in peace. It wasn’t easy finding this spot. But patience payed off. All I had to do was wait for our friend to find a snug spot on the sofa and relax. And it turns out that if you snuggle up real close, you get a neck rub while you enjoy your treat. Safest place around these parts…so long as she doesn’t try to take my treat too…

Dante Adventure – Attention Grabber

border-collie-2184706_640Skipper backed through the room, dragging his big fluffy bear he’d been gifted. It seemed dangerous to give such a thing to him, all that thrashing and banging around (had it not been soft and fluffy things would truly have been devastating.) The bear flopped against the wall again and finally slumped to a stop for a few quiet moments.

This was a break to relax, at least for Gracie and me. We were spending our time being calm and comfy and warm on the sofa. I was enjoying a nice brushing. All the bristles tickled me, tingling right down to the tail.

“Stop being the lazy,” Skipper barked. “You always being lazy.”

I ignored him and continued to enjoy the brushing. Every now and then, I felt a few tugs, but upon inspection of the brush, I found that only a little fur had been removed. And that was the thing, I had to inspect the brush when this happened. And Gracie lets me too, just so I won’t be worried about running around without my fur on I guess.

Suddenly my ear was nabbed, but not like it’s supposed to be. Skipper had gotten a hold on it and was trying to drag me onto the floor. I kept my position while Gracie started brushing him too. This was good, it was very good. An excellent tactic on the part of my friend. Skipper hates the brush, so it’s a good way to keep him away.

The brushing continued and I rolled to the side to allow Gracie to get my paws and legs. It was a great stretch followed by the calming flow of the brush through my freshly washed fur. Very relaxing, a must if I may suggest.

But one paw was not kept safe. I’d likely stretched way too far and now it was in the jaws of peril. I could feel Skipper’s warm huffs and puffs as he tried to drag me down to the ground again. He muttered something, but it was muffled by my furry paws lodged in his mouth. After some kicks and the intimidating flash of the brush, he backed off again.

All four paws and my tail tucked safely on the sofa with my friend, I regained the relaxing mood and closed my eyes. Perhaps I’ll dream of something nice, a romp around the park or eating the snowy stuffs that were falling outside.

There would be no rest for me though. Once again Skipper was on the attack. This was a big attack. I mean a big one. The bear slapped me and bounced onto Gracie, causing great confusion. I tumbled off onto the floor as Gracie fumbled to get the fluffy bear off and regain her bearings. This unfortunately left me right where Skipper wanted me to be. He’d won. And he was smuggly grinning about it too.

“So…” Skipper looked up at me, “You guys gonna play with me now or what?”

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 201: Fur Me?

dog-4335948_640I knew that something was out of the norm. My friend was trying to sleep in late, which is totally unacceptable. Pulling out all the pounces, I did manage to finally get him up and back on schedule. However, the regular routine was to be put on hold.

Things were a little different today, even the cat knew something was up and was presently awaiting my arrival from her hiding spot in the shiny tree. I was batted on the ear as I passed by on my way to the door.

By the time we got back inside (the snow was far too cold this early in the morn but I had to romp through it all at least once), everyone was already waiting for us in the sofa room. The breakfast was more of a snack thing, a biscuit and some sweet smelling drinks to be sipped and slurped. This seemed a little absurd at first, but I went with the new plan. Perhaps it involved some fun new game.

There was an odd game going on this morning. It was a different one, completely out of the norm. Everyone was gathered around, piled up on the sofa while the young ones were dancing around and making their happy sounds. I gave it a few woops and woofs, not really knowing what I was supposed to be doing, but it was fun.

The boxes that I was never ever supposed to touch (don’t even sniff at them) were now being passed around, everyone gathering something for themselves amidst the giggling and the young ones dancing around. But when I realized I didn’t have anything, I had to ask. I mean, there’s gotta be at least one thing for me.

After getting my friend’s attention, I explained the situation to her and asked about any goodies assigned to me. And as it turns out, there is one. A nice big one. It even had the paper stuffs wrapped all around it with a big bow on top. The bow was not for eating, but I was allowed to rip the paper. It sounded so wonderful, just like back in my puppy days.

And guess what I got! Yes, they hadn’t forgotten to get me a thing. My friend tossed the ripped paper and handed me the bone. I sniff, I taste, and then I take. So while the rest of my friends inspected their new goodies, I enjoyed mine. It was a very happy day indeed.

Nixi Adventure – Countdown

time-3573849_640There wasn’t anything Nixi could do now, she was trapped. Trapped in a most comfy place at least, but there was no escape to be found. Perhaps if things had not been so perfectly arranged she would not have been tempted to be in the one spot that sprung the trap.

Yes, there was indeed a trap set, but it wasn’t meant to be a trap. The decorations for the evening were up and shiny, ready to bring in a brand new year, and Brandon hadn’t considered the nosy pups being so nosy.

Nixi wiggled in the laundry basket, squirming to get up the side. But the basket wasn’t falling over like it normally would. She’d been in this predicament before, but today there was something keeping it held fast to the ground. So the pup was stuck and everyone else was busy at the moment.

Brandon was getting some of the snacks ready while a few friends were hanging out around the sofa room, watching some exciting pictures on the television box. Shuffles watched as well, mesmerized by the flickering lights and shadows that darted around the screen. He couldn’t quite make them out, but he knew one of them was a cat. It had to be the cat. It was always the cat.

“Hey!” Shuffles barked, trying to climb up on the stand. “I see you…Come here!”

Very quickly, the battle ready pup was quickly escorted away from the television and into the kitchen. At least he was now with his pal, and just in time to put in a request for some snack favorites. He was not entreated though, but continued to beg with many skillful techniques.

The time was nearing, and the group was gathering, ready to celebrate a moment in time. Brandon waited with his friends, Shuffles still patiently waiting nearby for someone to make another mistake and spill their snacks again.

The comotion grew in anticipation. Brandon stared intently at his clock, counting to himself while others counted aloud. Shuffles counted the crumbs and Nixi was somewhere off on her own, all alone.

Nixi howled from her trapped location in the bedroom. She could hear the excitement out beyond the confines of her space, and she wanted so badly to be a part of it. “Awooo!” Another howl was issued, a request for help.

Finally Brandon realized that he was missing someone from the party. With speed and quickness, he darted from one room to the other, ready to the rescue. With an eagle eye, he spotted his missing friend and snatched up the captive puppy, cradled her under his arm and made a mad dash to join the others.

There were shouts of excitement, the whole group whistling and jumping around in joy and good cheer.  Nixi was super excite herself, taking in everything, pleased with the apparent extreme approval that she’d finally been found. Today was definitely a good day to have friends like this.

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 200: Shave and a Furcut

dog-salon-4096457_640I really like being all furry and fuzzy. I’m warm in the winter and it keeps me cool in the summer. And of course, it makes me look really handsome, at least that’s what my pal tells me. Normally, such a wonderful coat as mine would have no downside to it, but somehow it does. Not only does my fine attire cause this problem, but it ends up being the very thing that ends up getting chopped up.

Yes…it definitely feels like it’s getting the chop when it comes time to get “groomed.” Pupsonally, I think my coat looks good all the time, but my friend  has her own ideas it seems. The result is a terrible idea if you ask me, but no one ever does.

Getting my fur cut is totally annoying. I spend most of the time just running away and finding a good place to hide in hopes that she’ll forget about the whole thing. This has the possibility of consuming at least an hour, and on a good day I can get the whole afternoon. But that’s when I’m on a roll.

The sound of the clippers is super scary and definitely spurs the race in me. The first time I ever saw them, I thought it was a cool toy we were going to play with or something to chew. Well, it was something that did chew. And it ate up a whole lot of my fine fluffy coat. I felt naked.

I tried negotiating my way out of this the first couple of times I ended up in this situation. But nothing I tried seemed to work. I even tried my perfect cuteness at the maximum level and still it didn’t work. If anything, it seemed to get me into more

My friend has been quick to corner me in the bathing room, so even evasion has little success rates. And that’s when the clipping begins. It started with the snipping off of the tangles in my fur and a whole lot of tugging. I can feel the snips, every click that makes some more of my luscious coat fall to the ground. But no amount of whining will compel her to stop until it’s done.

The brushing is probably the best part though. Definitely a relaxing time after such a rough episode. Right away, I can tell that I’m missing a whole lot of me. Tufts here and there on the floor tell me what I’m missing. But at least there’s no more tangles to tug and pinch.

One thing I’ve dreaded, and it’s not always come to pass, is the bath to be had afterwards. Luckily, this particular grooming session did not come with one. So I get to finally relax on my favorite rug and enjoy the fresh warm air flowing through the vent to tickle my fresh new fur-do.

Rocky Adventure – Anxiously Waiting

dog-342065_640I had waited all night for my friends to get up, and now I was dog tired. I tried to nap, sleep and just try my hardest to pass the time, but it took forever. At least it felt like it did. Even the rhythmic snoring of the old man would not lull me to snoozes.

When my friend did finally get up, he was slow to move and get things started. His funny pajamas were covered in a big robe and we were off to do the things of the day. The schedule was to be expected as normal, a nice breakfast followed by a short visit to the backyard to make sure all the things were where I left them last night, and then it was directly to the living room for the main event.

The breakfast was quick and fast, not something I would have preferred to have been so, but was quite delicious. Yes, I got the sneaky treats, some sweet food stuffs that the old man shared. I don’t really know what it was, but it really didn’t matter.

The yard was quickly inspected afterwards, and I’m sure all the things checked out okay, but there was no time to waste here. We needed to get on with things. You know, move this day along so we can get to the good stuff. But the old man insisted that we do a good job outside, so I sniffed and checked a few things out to satisfy any questions my friend might be juggling inside his mind.

Then it was finally time to do the thing. Yes, we were finally going to find out what was in those boxes under the tree. I had been wondering what my friend was hiding in them. Such a strange practice to hide things from me and keep them secret. Perhaps one of the most annoying things about it was that these presents were hidden right in plain sight. I sniffed and searched for the answer to what lay inside, but never have figured it out.

I was allowed to finally open my box. The problem here is that I do not know how to open this box. I don’t think I ever have learned such a skill, but there is a season for everything. And the time is now…so let’s get to it!

Unexpectedly, the box put up a whole lot of fight. I thought I had it cornered, pinned and set for defeat. But the covering kept deflecting my digging and scratching. I quickly resorted to nipping and chewing at the wrappings in a desperate attempt to get at the goods. Small bits began to fall to the floor and soon enough bigger chunks were coming off. I was getting closer.

However, I did not get to finish opening my gift. The old man took it from me and began tearing off the paper wrappings. He did so very quickly, effortlessly, a skill which I have yet to acquire.

“Not so fast!” I barked. “That’s mine! You gave it to ME!”

With that, the box was set down and opened before me, revealing the secrets stashed inside. I looked and behold, there was more paper. What? This is madness. There was plenty of that on the outside, I could have settled for that without all the anxiety of wondering what was within. To my surprise, the old man reached down through the paper stuffs and pulled out a very nice toy. One that was a big ball, a rope and a little ball all done up together in a fancy conglomeration of fun.

“Yay!” I whooped, dancing a little, “Give it! Lemme see!”

And I had it. All that waiting and wondering had finally ceased at last. I had my new toy, a fancy one at that. Now if only I could convince the old man to put away his gifts so we could play with mine.

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 199: What’s This?

the-christmas-tree-1081321_640I have been watching my friends do their thing in the sofa room for a while now, and I’m pretty sure they’re doing it all wrong. I just don’t understand what they’re doing with the tree and why they’ve put it inside, particularly where my choice napping spot usually is. Now I will have to find another one, but in the meantime, I can’t stop watching this strange event.

Earlier this afternoon, my friend lugged in this very fine tree and I thought he’d finally been convinced to play the fetching game inside. But a whole tree? Seemed a little extreme but I wasn’t about to turn down a cool opportunity for a fun game.

But nope…it turned out the whole thing was some sort of decoration, like the lamp and the table that I can’t jump on anymore (I was told I can’t use it to hop up on the sofa anymore). They stood it up, which took some serious time and effort, probably more than it should have because both of them seemed to be upset that things were not going according to plan. And after that, they brought in the boxes.

Now I thought that was great, boxes full of jingly toys and such. But once again, I was not permitted to play with them. And I say a whole mess of shiny balls in there waiting to be thrown. No one threw anything though. Instead, they started pinning them up on the tree. After that, they started stringing things that would have been the perfect tugging toys for a game.

Just as things seemed to be wrapping up, and I had to go potty pretty bad now, they turned on the lights. Yes, there was much light to behold, perhaps too much. Never in my whole year of being a puppy had I ever seen such a thing. Perhaps though, a memory that seemed to be very distant now. I was in a box and out I hopped to meet my new friend. And the lights…they were like this? No, this is a new thing, it has to be.

Then, as if to distract me from the required business I needed to take care of outside, my friends brought in the boxes, a few of them right now, all shiny and smelling sweet. Still, I was not permitted to have these either, and that was sort of getting annoying. I have no idea what’s going on anymore, and here I am, needing to go potty and everyone else is just playing around this shiny tree. Won’t someone pay attention to me?

Dante Adventure – Early Presents

birthday-1670415_640I was enjoying the early present, such an awesome thing to get. Beneath the tree I’d spotted it and Gracie gave me permission to have it right now. No, I do not have the patience to wait for something like this. I had to have it, especially since Skipper had already been eyeing it suspiciously. So before he could get it, I asked to have it first. And I got it. So here I am, just this huge bone and me…together.

However, Skipper still really really wanted my chewy treat, his creeping nearing the no-go zone demonstrating his growing confidence. He knew I wasn’t going to give up my awesome treat very easily. This however did not persuade him to find something else to chew on instead of my goodies.

“You better back off,” I ruffed gruffly.

“Come on! Let me…” Skipper woofed and stretched out towards me while wiggling his hinder quarters to make himself as cute as possible.

I ignored him, but he rolled around and tried his best to entertain me in a clever act to distract. No such thing would get me away from my bone though, and my chomping and gnawing continued despite such things going on about me.

Even Gracie occasionally passed by, teasing me as though she’d take the very gift she’d given me. This did effectively panic me and I had to cover my treat as well as possible to keep it mine. I used my furry paws to make sure my treat was covered as good as possible.

After some very convincing woofs, Gracie decided that she really did not want this particular treat and that it was in good paws with me indeed. Then I was left to my chewing and all seemed safe for the moment.

But Skipper had moved locations while I had been busy with Gracie. Now he was closer. Yes, very much the closer to me…and my bone. So I wiggled myself away from him, making sure to turn to the side just in case he tried a blitz. Being this way, I may have a way to get away.

“Look over there!” Skipper barked excitedly, looking somewhere off into another room.

“You’re tricks won’t work,” I gruffed again. “Just go away and leave me…”

“No tricks, no tricks!” Skipper barked excitedly and darted away.

Okay, now that was odd. I did not follow though, just in case it was a trap. Instead, I listened for anything out of the ordinary. Skipper was scuffling around somewhere in the hallway, sort of like he had a hold of something, Gracie was being quiet, probably doing her work or something boring, the warm air was whistling through the vents, and somewhere in the distance a cat meowed to the sound of a can being opened. Seemed pretty ordinary, and since all was well, I returned my attention to the treat.

“Look!” Skipper barked as he dragged this new thing into the room. “I got something for me!”

Indeed, Skipper had ended up with a treat of his own. An odd one though, not exactly the normal chewy thing one might enjoy. Sort of wonky and obtuse, perhaps a little silly if you had that sense of humor. But he was liking it fairly well. After much wrestling and wiggling, he finally managed to get situated right in front of me. It was sure that he wanted me to see him enjoying his treat.

So we sat peacefully from thereon, both of us enjoying our treat beneath the glow of the shiny tree. But I wonder what Gracie got…what sort of present did she get? Uh-oh, I’d better find something…and quick!

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 198: I Have a Friend

dog-454145_640One of the awesome things about being me is that I have a pal to pal around with. Yeah, it’s great and the best part is, we’re the bestest friends. I’m pretty sure we’ve been friends since I was a little puppy in fact, all those many moons ago. And even though I’m getting a little older now, we always find some fun to get into.

My friend is always around to keep me company, so I don’t have to worry about being alone. At least not for too long. Of course my friend has to go do all the stuff and get the food things and snacks and who knows what else is out there. But he always comes back, just like he promised.

And when we do have time to play, he prefers to throw the ball most of the time, but I have to bring it to him. If I don’t, then he goes back to doing whatever it was he was doing before. But if I bring him the tug’n rope, I can drag him out of his comfy seat so he’ll play the full game with me.

But we’re not always having fun together at home. When we go on trips, he let’s me be the navigator, but I really have no idea where we’re supposed to be going. But we eventually find a place to be, and then we’re there. So our teamwork works out at the end of the day.

We’re such a great team, he even shares his food with me…sometimes. Well, mostly he’s just a messy eater and drops a whole bunch of goodies. Occasionally I’ll get a bite of a something he’s got, but only after a whole lot of persuasion and some dancing and showing off some cool tricks and singing a good song for him.

Possibly the best part is that he always reminds me that I am the good girl so I won’t forget. I think all pups need to hear that, because we do tend to be a little forgetful sometimes. That’s okay though, I always know my friend’s around to back me up when I need it most.

I’m thankful for my friend, I don’t know who gave him to me, but I do know I wouldn’t have picked any other friend I’d rather be pals with than this one. Now if only he’d learn how to cook on his own…