Dog Journal – Entry 208: Home Alone

sad-3700421_640I never liked being home alone. My friend leaves in the morning after the breakfast and then I have to find fun things to do all by myself. And one of the issues I’ve run into before is that not everything that is fun to do is permitted to do.

Yuppers, I have found that fun things like taking all the pillows and throwing them around the house is not permitted. Also, there is the whole not supposed to be up on the counter business, even though the cat does it. And then there’s the looting business with the trashcans and unrolling the toilet paper to clean up the messes I’ve made. It’s hard finding good boy things to do when my friend’s not around.

But I do try and stay within my parameters, even if it can be tough to resist some what I consider to be great ideas. I’ve found that racing back and forth in the hallway is pretty good exercise, even if it is by myself. And of course relocating all my toys to the middle of the room so I can see them all is pretty entertaining.

However, I’ve found that the most interesting stuff happens on a whim.  There’s the sounds that echo through the walls, some of which can be interesting. Others can be a little nerve racking, like the thunder and the storm stuff that happens occasionally.  Perhaps one of my favorite times was when I did have a nice discussion once with someone or something beyond the wall. I barked for a long time, telling and compelling them to come over and play, but no one ever did. It was still fun though.

An important note…you can get yourself into some tight spots when you’re all alone. One of the worst times I ever had while I was alone was when I got tangled up in a mess. Yes, I was all tangled up. It started out all fun and games with the long springy rope I found behind the sofa, you know, just dragging it around and feeling the whap of it smack things as I raced from room to room. It eventually caught up to me though, one to many rounds about the sofa, and I was stuck. Waiting was boring, but fortunately my pal was home early to free me.

This is probably why it’s so much better to have fun in pairs, to team up and find the fun stuff to do. And even if you do find yourself alone, I always know that it’s just temporary. And my pal should be back any moment…NOW!

Rocky Adventure – All Mine

doggy-635409_640It had all come down to who was going to get the bone. I really wanted it, but both Buck and Izzy wanted it too. And no matter who wanted it more, the others were always one up. I wanted it super bad, but Izzy wanted it super duper bad, and Buck just wanted it really good. And then it was really really good, and mega ultra and so on from there.

This bout had gone on for a while before any moves were made. The first wrestling match had ended with the bone being lost for a while, but it turned out that we’d just kicked it under the sofa at some point. So now that we’d relocated it again, things had turned to a far more civilized negotiation situation.

“You can’t possibly want it more than me,” Izzy ruffed, pawing at the edge of the sofa.

“No, I don’t just want it… I has to have it,” Buck rang back.

“Yeah, but I must have it or else…” I barked, swatting at Izzy’s swiping paws.

There was to be no sneaky business in this matter. We were going to settle this like civilized puppers. So we argued a lot more about who it was that had to have the bone the most. Who really needed it? Well, of course that would be me. The problem is convincing these other pups that I truly was the one.

And when the convincing wasn’t enough, I knew I had to put a clever spin on my approach. What I needed was a distraction. Or at least something that they thought was a distraction. Okay, so I had to trick them.

“No way!” I barked and stared off into the dim hallway. “I cannot believe it!”

“Wh-what is it?” Buck barked, spinning around.

“You don’t see it?” I whispered, and then yelped, “DUCK!”

“There’s no duck over there,” Izzy woofed squinting into the hallway, “those birds are only indigenous to locations with an adequate water source.”

Despite the bizarre report by Izzy, I knew their attention was now somewhere else. But I had to make sure it was secure.

“Well, it had the feathers… maybe a gorilla?” I thought of something quick.

“Oh, gorillas eat puppers…right?” Buck bellowed.

“No, no, no…” Izzy shook his tail. “They eat the… uhm, well I…”

“Oh, I just saw it peek out of the bedroom!” I ruffed and ducked down. Did I mention I’m an excellent actor.

“Well that’s unacceptable!” Izzy ruffed and hopped over Buck. “Whatever is here must go!”

“Okay, just as long as I don’t get eaten,” Buck waddled after, “Christy will be upset if I ever got eaten by a gorilla that doesn’t even eat puppers.”

“Wouldn’t you be upset too?” I wondered.

“Naw, I don’t think I’d have time to be upset… you know, getting eaten and all can be very distracting,” Buck barked with a very serious look in his eyes.

And then I was all alone with the bone. My plot was super successful. Now all I had to do was claim the bone for myself. This was easily done, my small paws slid easily under the sofa and it was mine… all mine!

Well, at least I thought it was. I had been watched the whole time. Someone else had wanted the bone even more than I did. Someone far more clever than I… the old man. It was in my grasp too, I could feel it, taste it. But I will not rest until I reclaim what is rightfully mine!


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 – Sick Day

dog-2225537_640Shuffles bopped me again, nudging the ball further into my face with his nose. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games right now. I really wasn’t in the mood for anything at all really. Not that it wouldn’t be fun to play a game or something, but I just wasn’t feeling that great.

In fact, I was feeling pretty rough, not even well enough to utter a mild ruff to greet my friend that had finally emerged from the washing room. Even when that’d happened, I stayed my spot and just continued to nap.

I felt so tired, not like normal where a good yawn and a shake of the mane would stir me out of the sleeps. So I just aloud the bopping and bumping and bothering to continue. There wasn’t much I felt I could do to stop it. Maybe later I’d try, but not right now.

The efforts to cheer me up were not working very well. The ball was bounced to me, but I let it bounce away without so much as wagging my tail. Gracie enticed me with the tugging rope, but she couldn’t catch anything on the end of the line. Skipper’s only success was pouncing hard enough on me to knock a few sneezes out of me.

My eyes were sleepy, so very tired and watery. I got up from my spot to get a lap of water, and by this time I had all the attention, even though I really didn’t want it. I just wanted to be left alone, or perhaps a quiet belly rub on the sofa would be nice I suppose.

I licked my nose a few times to try getting rid of the tickling sensations that where there, then I decided to find a warm spot to snooze on. Preferably, I wanted the spot where the sun beamed through the window, but Skipper liked that spot too. Probably just have to lay on him to get him out of the way if I need to.

But before I could mosey on over into the other room for the nap, I was snagged by my friend and she quickly began examining me. We looked into each other’s eyes before she started checking my ears and tugging on my fur around my face and back.

Eventually I had to open up wide, which normally I would resist, but didn’t have the energy to do so today. Gracie looked deep into my mouth and wondered aloud about the things she was finding in there.

So I sneezed in her face. It started out as an attempt to tell her that my nose was being tickled and my whiskers were all tingling, but it came out more like a sudden storm of slobber. But at least I felt better afterwards.

She looked just as surprised as I was. I didn’t know what to do but say the sorries and give her some licks and kisses. The licks were not as well accepted, perhaps because there was already a lot of slobber on her face already.

After my friend had wiped her face, she turned her eyes on me, and I could tell what was coming next. Nobody likes feeling sick and stuffy, but the worst part comes when you find out you get a nice trip to the doc’s office! Nooooo!


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 207: Allergies

french-bulldog-4443329_640I don’t know what happened today, I just woke up feeling a little off. It wasn’t like something was missing or as if I’d missed an early snack. It was more like my nose didn’t want to act right. Maybe the sniffer hadn’t woken up yet or something.

But nope, it turned out someone had put a wet sponge on my nose or something. It felt weird, like it was itchy and slobbery somehow, like when you try sniffing a puddle of water and it sneaks up on you with a splash.

There didn’t seem to be anything I could do about the sniffles. I could feel something tickling my nose, but every time I licked, I got nothing. But it sure felt like there was some fuzzy stuck to me, or I’d sniffed up a bug or something weird.

Something tickled me again and I sneezed. This got my friend’s attention, forcing him to get up from his extra long nap. And from there, everything else continued on as normal. We got the breakfast after some washing up and making a short trip outside to inspect the yard to make sure no one had made off with it while we were sleeping.

It wasn’t until I’d nommed up most of my breakfast that my nose suddenly decided to start leaking. It felt like I’d snorted in the bathtub and drank some of those soapy suds. I could feel drops of slobber leaking onto my whiskers, and it wasn’t exactly the most comfy tickle to be enjoyed.

After a few sneezes, things felt like they’d cleared up. I felt a little better, perhaps all that stuff tickling my nose had finally decided to leave me alone. But there was another fit of tickles and they attacked without mercy.

This drew my pal’s attention, leaving him very intrigued as to what all this was about. So when he grabbed my face and looked me right in the eyes, inspecting my nose and tickling my whiskers… and just when he opened his mouth to ask me how I was feeling, I told him. My sneeze was a big one, and way more satisfying than usual. Whatever it was that had been tickling me was finally gone.

I wagged my tail and thanked my friend. He didn’t have much to say though, possibly too busy washing his face and sneezing himself now. Well, he managed to fix my problem, so he should know how to remedy the situation. Now onto more entertaining thin… WAHCHOO!

Nixi Adventure – Don’t Take Treats From Strangers

dog-bones-350092_640It was a fine day for a trip to the park, and neither Shuffles nor Nixi were even considering letting it go to waste. Of course, they’d brought their pal, Brandon, who after much convincing and compelling had been persuaded to take them on a grand day out.

The nice thing about the park was the vast amount of people out and about doing their thing and playing the games. Some dashed to and fro, while others hopped up on the playgrounds and slid down the slides.

There was a big group of people all chasing a ball around the field, going back and forth while others were laughing and playing games of tag in their own little circles. Fortunately for the pups, there was still a quiet little spot to set up camp and roam around without stepping on anyone else’s paws.

Brandon set himself on the bench and watched the pups sniff around and roll down the small hill nearby. Some others were nearby, some young ones playing with sticks they’d found, imagining things that were beyond the scope of vision for anyone older.

The sun shone down through the mildly cloudy sky while a nice breeze blew some of the still leafless trees. It wasn’t cold, but nice and cool, perfect for pups to race around without panting for water every other lap.

All seemed normal for a time, that is until the shadow loomed over the pups. They both froze and checked to see what mysterious change this was. There wasn’t any sound, someone or something had just managed to sneak up on them, and now they were on guard, ready to bolt if the need arose.

But it wasn’t anything scary, or so it seemed. There was a smiling man holding out a treat, a very tasty morsel that the pups were finding it super hard to resist. While the pups danced back and forth, sniffing the air, the man beckoned to them, encouraging them to enjoy the gift he was offering. But Shuffles was ruffing, suspect of the hand that they couldn’t see.

When the man insisted that the pups take the treat, both pups became very suspicious that something was not right. They’d been around long enough to know that if you wanted to get a treat from someone, you were probably going to have to sneak it away or take it with a bit of cunning and skill. It was too strange to have someone just show up ready to hand out goodies.

The barking grabbed Brandon’s attention from the nearby park bench and snapped him away from his newspaper. His hard glare at the man would have sent chills down anyone else’s spine, especially one that was up to no good.

But it wasn’t until Brandon got up from his spot to inspect things in more detail that the stranger scooted on his way, glancing back only once to see if anyone was following him. But no one did. The pups hurried back to Brandon, yapping and barking about what all had happened. Yes, they were telling on him. That’s what they do, because they know not to take treats from strangers.


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 206: Escape

dogs-2939691_640There are so many times when I could just run free and explore all the things that need exploring. But you see, there is a bit of a problem. I has the leash. I cannot go beyond the reach of my friend. Everywhere I go, she’s there, making sure I’m not going places I shouldn’t be going. And this is what makes those little windows of escape so much more daring.

So the other day, I was trying to figure out what my friend was telling me, but all the words just fell all over the floor. They were jumbled up and there was no putting them back together again. So I was left wondering what I was supposed to be doing.

This didn’t take long to figure out. Apparently, I wasn’t supposed to be trying to sneak through the door again. Everytime it gets opened, even just a sliver, I gotta make a break for it. Don’t really know why, just feel like it’s something I’m supposed to do.

The urge to squeeze through happens with every door though, even the bathroom one. Not that I want to enter into the lair where I’m most likely to get the bath, it’s just a fun thing to do. Cabinets are a special occasion, and my friend is usually pretty.

One time I even managed to get through the front door. There was a knocking and my friend must have been waiting for something because she was quick to rush over and turn the knob before she’d noticed that I was already there waiting…

And no sooner than when I saw the sliver of sunlight and smelled the air of the great outdoors, I wedged my little furry body through and burst out onto the scene. There was so much going on outside that my head spun around and began chasing my tail. It was all a whirl of sights, and the smell of a friend had spurred me into super excite mode.

However, this sudden burst of excitement did hinder my efforts to explore any further than the porch. So I never really did get to do anything else other than chase my tail and get caught only mere moments after starting. But at least the company was nice. I do enjoy it when friends come visit me, especially since they tend to leave the doors ajar…

Rocky Adventure – Sick Day

ambulance-1674877_640My plans were all messed up when I awoke this morning. Rather than the usual time outside and a nice refreshing breakfast, we ended up sleeping in late. And I mean it was late. You see, the clock had made it’s song at the appointed time and was quickly silenced by the smack of a hand. And after that, there was more snoring, loud and robust, which echoed throughout the house.

Since I could no longer sleep due to the extreme sound violations ringing in my ears, I decided it was time to get up. However, the old man was not with me on this plan. I nudged his hands at first, but they were tucked under the covers where I could no longer get to them. When I went to cold-nose his nose, he parried with the pillow, cutting off any further attempts.

This was getting serious. The old man never does this…unless he’s got the sickness. Yes indeed, his tummy was obviously upsetting him or perhaps he’s got the coldness. Whatever the issue, it needs to be resolved and quickly.

When the old man refused to get up, I knew I had to do something. I sure couldn’t sit here all day long being bored. So I considered some things that would persuade me to move it and tried them out on him.

So I brought him some toys. The squeaky ones are a pretty good waker-upper and they were the closest to the bed. I snagged a few and brought them to the old man. My carrot and the wiggle worm where nearby, so I scooped them both up and brought them to the bed. This did not seem to stir the old man until I demonstrated the squeakers. But rather than a standing ovation, I got the very confused and baffled grumpy look with only one eye open. But that one eye said a whole lot of things. I needed to try something else.

With my first attempt a no-go, I tried the one lone squeaker that I’d removed from an old stuffed toy that had worn out. This one was the “wheezy” one. It always got a laugh for some strange reason, and it was worth a try.

The wheezing sort of matched the old man’s snoring, and I got pretty good at my timing. At least for a while. The old man did stir from the safety of his covers just long enough to eye me with that one eye, telling me that he was not entertained. I explained that I was not here to entertain, but to call him to awaken. With a grunt, he returned to sleep, obviously not at all thrilled with my plan.

An idea came to me. If he was feeling so down that he didn’t even want to be disturbed, the only way to get him up was to bring him up. I brought him my bone. It always made me feel better when I chomped on it, or at least it took my mind off feeling down. Maybe it would help him do the same thing.

My bone, my most favorite bone since the last one that was my favorite, was carried up onto the bed and laid next to my friend. I could still smell traces of tasty flavors hidden away within, but if it would make my friend feel better, he could have them.

I nudged it a little closer. The scent was obviously not getting to his nose. I forgot that he doesn’t smell the way I do. Both ways I think. But don’t give him any ideas because that might get me into the bath, and that’s no reason to get him up.

What I ended up having to do was get the bone and drop it right on top of his face-lump. He was hiding beneath the covers, so this was an obvious obstacle in smelling the bone, but if I put it right on his nose, at least the lump where I think his nose is, he should be able to detect it.

No sooner had I dropped the bone that the old man sat up, glancing around the room in utter surprise. It had to be the sweet surprise of how awesome that bone smelled. Indeed, my plan had worked. The old man rubbed his nose, staring carefully at me, and then at the bone that had fallen back onto the floor.

With a huff and a sigh and a sneeze, the old man wiggled out from under the covers and into his slippers. We shuffled out of the room and down the hallway.

“Alright!” I yipped, “let’s get going!”

My plan had worked. At least for the moment. After we went outside for a bit and had a short breakfast, the old man returned to his spot, covering up with blankets. Even more blankets than before. And with all that extra cover, I think I’m gonna need a bigger bone.


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 205: Beyond the Fence

dog-1340327_640There has always been a thing that has bewildered me. There’s a fence that blocks off the view in the backyard. Occasionally squirrels and birds will perch up on the top, chattering at me and playing tricks and such. Sometimes they’ll tell me about the things beyond the fence though, and that has intrigued me for the longest time.

But I’ve never seen what’s beyond the fence. I’ve tried peeking through the cracks, but I can’t really make out anything special. There are some funny smells that float through occasionally, some familiar while others really don’t set any picture in frame for me.

I was in a state of wonder, pondering on what sort of things might be behind this fence. Sometimes I’d imagine a huge grassy field full of birds and other critters just waiting to be chased. Other daydreams have led me to believe there’s probably a huge pile of smelly things just waiting to be looted for goodies and treasure.

Still there’s that one thought that tickles the fur on the back of my neck and that’s the idea that there might be some huge lion of a cat out there waiting to snack me up. I got this idea from the roaring sounds as something big would make it’s way along the fence and trudge off into the distance. I can’t see what it is, but it’s a little stinky and it never stops long enough to get a good glimpse of what it might be. Although one time, I did see the glimmering shine of light reflecting off some big fangs or something I think. I don’t know, but it’s really big and luckily I’m probably just too small to even consider a snack to it.

So one day, this mystery was revealed to me in a very sudden manner, and when I mean it was suddenly, I mean like it was very all of a sudden. In fact, it was so sudden that it surprised me. My friend was doing a thing with the fence and one of the boards fell off. I’d never seen such a chance in my whole time back here as this, and I bolted right for it to see what was beyond.

And there wasn’t really much of anything back there. Just some dirt and big grass and rocks. Pretty much the same stuff as what was in the yard, just not as nice and neat. There wasn’t any big monsters or treasure piles to loot through. Just a quiet spot that didn’t really live up to my expectations.

Needless to say, I stayed in the yard. Not as much to my own choice as it was to my pal’s. She scooped me up and put me elsewhere before returning the missing board to it’s place. But I will admit this, at least when I hear and smell things floating from beyond the fence, I’m not as baffled by them. Nothing near as mysterious about what is beyond those boards now, but if only I could figure out what is my friend hiding behind that one door in the hallway…

Dante Adventure – A Fine Day In

running-dog-4413620_640This was a very nice meeting we were having. Indeed it was, and we seldom get to do this, but today was a good day to do it. So we were all gathered up on the sofa, just woofing about the things we’d done, we wanted to do and what smells we’d found behind the cabinet. Just random stuff, and a lot of it.

I laid in my very sprawled and expanded position, attempting to take up as much space as possible. This effort was done to hinder Skipper from hogging it all to himself. Gracie was sitting in our midst, taking turns rubbing and inspecting each of us. A couple of times she asked us for some “tickets, please,” but that phrase really didn’t make much sense. Maybe she meant something else, but other parts of our conversation were like this too.

There were more comments made by Gracie, most of which sounded very calm and soothing, but very confusing. It seemed like she wanted to know more about the spaghetti incident, to which both Skipper and I denied any knowledge. That whole ordeal was supposed to have remained top secret, so we couldn’t figure out how she found out about it. Some birdy must have told.

We moved on from there, mostly describing to her some of the things we’d done yesterday and what toys seemed to have the best playability. This was a very important discussion, because we pups do take our playtime seriously. It’s more than just a hobby.

“Well, I really like the ones with the squeakers in them,” Skipper commented.

“But you’ll just make the ruckus all night long,” I argued. “You need to stick with the extra fluff so you don’t make as much noise.”

“Well then I’ll just make a mess like you do then,” Skipper retorted.

“No, you don’t make the mess, that’s my job!” I snipped back.

“Fine, then I get the squeakers…that’s my job,” Skipper ruffed and went back to enjoying his chin tickling.

Gracie started in with some more of her things, some of which happened to be about the park and tomorrow and the plans regarding the thing about something in the place outside the water bowls where the wild things play. Okay, so we don’t really know what she meant, but it’s nice to have a chat about such things.

Though we couldn’t understand what Gracie was telling us, she’d begun to rub my left ear and I couldn’t listen anyway and the rest of the conversation tapered off. I leaned in to force her to get that annoying itchy spot.

“Naw,” Skipper ruffed and got in the way, “he’s had enough…tug my ears now.”

And she stopped paying attention to me and started tickling Skipper. I was jealous. Immediately I began attempts to regain control of her attention, which involved begging and swatting Skipper’s big ears so he’d scoot out of reach.

There was eventually a truce and we each got half our friend’s attention. Everyone was happy and Gracie proceeded to tell us more things about some things we didn’t really know about.

It’s nice to sit with friends, especially best ones. We can’t really speak to her, even though we are best friends, but such occasions are a nice way to spend an afternoon. And that’s just what we did. We’ll probably do it again too, just so long as nobody brings up the spaghetti thing again.


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 204: Public Restroom

dog-1082096_640I was so excited! My friend always takes me outside to investigate the downstairs place every day. And that’s where they keep the bushes and the grass and the neat stuff to sniff. Well, usually it’s pretty boring, sometimes a squirrel is hanging around or some birds fly by, but for the most part, there isn’t really much to do.

Then this afternoon, there was a new friend playing in the bushes. He had a tail and everything, even a friend of his own that was standing off to the side talking to someone else we couldn’t see. But that was okay, because now I had a playmate.

Being a small pupper, and with this rather large dog was so excite to see me, I had to freeze and put all other things on hold while I was sniffed and inspected. Courteous enough to allow me to do the same, we introduced ourselves and began dancing around super excite.

There was a problem with this though. While much fun was had, something was forgotten along the way. We played and ran around and sniffed things and pretty much had some serious fun. And when it was time to go back inside, I suddenly remembered exactly why we’d come out here in the first place.

I had to go potty. And with time so short, I was going to have to hurry along according to my pal’s persistent requests.  But another problem soon arose. My new friend won’t leave me alone long enough to find a comfy spot. At first it started with the questioning, like “whatcha doin?” and “Wanna race?” But then came the nudges and the tackling. At that point, it became apparent to me that I was going to have to do this on the move.

I tried hiding in the bushes, but his big nose poked through the branches and nuzzled my face right before his tongue smacked me with slobber. It all turned out to be a very uncomfortable situation, and even though my pal tried to block for me, the big loaf would not give up and his friend wasn’t paying any attention either.

I really like playing with my friend, it would just be nice to have a moment alone to do my thing without getting pounced on or knocked over. My friend eventually found a good spot where no one else could go, my own private area, and the only way in was to be put in there. I sniffed some of the old flowers and plants and enjoyed the moments of peace.

I guess the lesson here is that when you gotta go, you gotta go, and there’s no place to go than a place where no one else can go.