Nixi knew what Brandon was doing. He had the box with him, and that was not a good sign. There are much better signs out there, like “dogs totally allowed” and “please walk on grass.” But these were not the signs that Nixi was looking at right now.
Brandon had the box, the crate with a nice little comfy blanket, and was trying to navigate Nixi into the box. It was time for a trip. A nice little roadtrip. And he needed his little friends to tag along for the journey. He’d boxed up one already, but the other was not so cooperative.
Nixi bounced off the sofa and dashed down the hallway. Under the bed was the safest spot. Brandon had always had trouble reaching under there. And now Nixi was tucked nice and safe in the middle of everything, ready to evade any hands that tried to grab.
There was a lot of swipes and grabs, but Brandon couldn’t get to the pup. So out came the broom. It could reach. The only problem was that Nixi hated the broom. But it could reach where no hand dared to reach. And with one sweep, the broom had Nixi on the run, barking as she danced away, making like a flash into the hallway towards the sofa room.
Shuffles cried out to Nixi for help when he saw her. He wanted to be in the game too. There was way too much fun being had and he was stuck on the sidelines. But an escape from the box couldn’t be done alone. He needed help from the outside if he was going to be a part of the game.
Nixi bounced on top of the box and pawed the latch. She’d seen such things done before by Brandon, and it was worth a try. Plus, this had turned into a really really fun game. But when one paw didn’t do the job, Nixi bounced on top of the cage with frustration, and the door popped open!
Shuffles made a break for it, escaping with furious racing of the paws. He whooped and yipped a challenge to Brandon who had finally made it back to the sofa room, and then the pup dashed between the arching legs and skidded under the bed.
Brandon glared at Nixi, panting for a little air taken from him during the entire chase scene. With great surprise, he flew across the sofa and tackled Nixi before she could hop away again. It was up for the up, and the box was sure to have another captive.
But to the rescue came Shuffles, his paws skidding across the carpet as he prepared to jump in on the action. He bounced off the sofa and landed on top of Brandon, perching like a rooster atop the coop.
“I win!” the pup declared.
Brandon didn’t know what to do. He rolled over and just sat there, watching the pups race around the room triumphantly. If only he could tell them where they were going, they’d surely understand. But he couldn’t bark, yip or yup. But one thing they did speak: Treat. Oh yes. They would surely be convinced with treats…
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.