Rocky Adventure – Grumpy Day

angry-2026756_640We argued about the treats again. The old man wouldn’t give me one, and I wanted one right now. But every time I tried to explain to him why, he told me “no.” It was just a flat “no” too. No reasoning on his part, he was just holding out on me for no reason at all. At least that’s the way I felt about it.

“Just one,” I woofed putting my paw on his leg. “I just need one… for now.”

But the cuter I tried to look, the less the old man paid attention to me. It was getting harder to use the face and my tail was getting tired from all the wagging I was making it go through to achieve ultimate cuteness. I was getting drained.

I tried negotiating some more, but nothing seemed to be getting through to the old man. I think he was just in one of his grumpy moods or something. If I was ever going to get a treat, I’d have to get him out of his mood and out of that chair.

So I started constructing my plan. What would work? What would get the old man out of his chair? None of my tricks worked on him, even the best ones like my dance and the tail chase.

My first idea was bringing toys to see if the old man wanted to play. Sometimes when I’m grumpy, I like to play and it always puts me in a better mood. But the old man didn’t like the ball the rope or the squeakers. And I piled them high, but even the ones that I tried putting on his lap were not softening the old man to my requests.

After that didn’t work, I headed out to see what other things I could find. Maybe I needed something he wanted and we could work out a trade or something.

I looked around outside to see what I could find. Plenty of grass and the garden was all dirty and fresh ready to grow some food things. The tree was making the leaves and the squirrel was chasing the birds, but nothing caught my attention.

Then I found something very interesting. I’d remembered it from before, but it was sort of muddy and smelling a little funky. After scooting it around a little bit to shake off the dust, I nabbed it up and took it inside to show the old man to see if it would put him in a better mood.

The old man looked at what I’d brought him and wondered. He made the very confused face. I could tell he recognized it, and slowly his frown turned upside down. He took it from me and dusted it off a bit before getting up and heading for the kitchen.

“So can I have a treat now?” I woofed.

We went to the kitchen sink and the old man washed his hat. And when he was done, without even drying it out, he slapped it over his shiny head with a “smack.” Then he looked at me with a goofy grin and I could see his mood had changed.

“So can I has a treat now?” I asked.

And it was so.


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 165: Answering The Door

dog-1550413_640There’s a knock at the door and what do you do? It’s not like you can really answer the door or anything, those crafty peoples always making doors so impossible to open unless you have the thumbs. So all you can do is check it out and find out who it is.

Should you be nice or angry? Well, it all depends on the particular situation. Most pups can’t really pull off the angry bit, or sometimes they’re just happy to see anyone and everyone, and there are those that just have the angriest bark even when they’re happy. So I’ve thought of some things I normally think about when someone comes a knocking.

Could it be someone you know? Are you expecting someone soon, like your pal? My friend’s normally scheduled time to return home from work is spot on, so it’s easy to recognize when it’s my pal. But there are others that come to the door too and they’re just as welcomed here. So sniffing for friends helps out a lot before you go all wild and crazy with the barking and scratching.

Usually there will be familiar sounds. Your pal telling you who to expect, keys jingling the right way, the sound of treats coming swiftly to a kitchen near you, these sorts of things. So my normal answer to a familiar knock is just to ruff and huff a pondering greeting to make sure.

Which is why time also plays a part in how to answer the door too.  Normally, if it’s the middle of the day it’s just the mailman or delivery dude dropping off some paper stuffs, so I tell them to leave it there and leave. I do this as nicely as possible, unless they’re hanging around too much and then I gotta get out the ruffs.

Late at night when everyone you know is already home and you didn’t order pizza? Well it’s time to sound the alarms. Everyone up and let’s all get to the door to see who it is that is so rude to knock on your door late at night.

Of course, if it happens to be someone delivering food, be quick to calm down and greet them with a friendly wag of the tail. You don’t want them running off, and hopefully they’ll come back soon. So you do have to be on the ball with your attitude and make sure you treat helpful and happy visitors right nice.

And then there’s the banging on the door or worse when it’s not at the door. That’s when I get all wild and barky. This one time, I heard some banging against the wall and my pal wasn’t home so I barked like crazy. When my pal finally got home, I ran to see him and the sound stopped. So I took him to where the room so he could help me figure out what it was, and suddenly the banging came back again. I started barking like crazy until my pal showed me what the sound was. Yup, it was my tail hitting a box. Just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

So how do you greet the door? You happy and excited all the time? Get the gruff answer of a grumpy dog, or do you check things out first and then decide what to do? I tend to check things out myself, unless you ring the doorbell. Never ring my doorbell!

Dante Adventure – Mud In My Ear

footprint-192852_640We’d showed up at the park, but there wasn’t anyone else out here. Sort of odd, seeing as how the sun was out and the air was cool and the grass was green and soft (no stickers to prick the paws). It was a wonderfully nice day to be out here to play, and I guess we get the whole park to ourselves for now.

This wasn’t our usual park, but it was the one with all the fun playground stuff. The tunnel and the balance and the dog-a-pult. It’s sort of like a catapult, but for dogs. One dog gets on one side, and the other jumps on and you get to go flying.

Well, we had it all to ourselves. The only thing that we didn’t have was the area around the water spot. It was claimed by someone else, all marked off and such. Of course, that doesn’t mean we can’t go there, it just means someone’s claimed it. But I don’t see anyone here, so it must be up for nabs and grabs.

“Do you see it?” Skipper barked.

“Yuppers, let’s go!” I ruffed back.

As soon as the leash was off, and before Gracie could tell us not to go over there, we went straight for the area that was blocked off. It’s a must. We are compelled to do such things. Don’t even bother asking, you know it to be true.

We could hear Gracie telling us something, but we couldn’t hear her clearly. It wasn’t clear enough to fully understand everything she was trying to tell us, so none of it counts. The key here is to keep running and only look back for a moment in utter confusion so your pal knows you hear them, but the message wasn’t clear enough.

Skipper was the first to find the mud. And he found the best of it too. With a nice splash, he dove down into the mud and practically disappeared. Before I could stop, I landed in the same situation, and got stuck. It was some serious muck here.

Of course, I could now hear Gracie yelling really loud now, but we still couldn’t make out what the message was. So Skipper and I continued our investigation of the off-limits area. Digging out of the mud was somewhat difficult, but we managed to get to the fountain area and splashed off some of the mud stuck to the fur. The hose spraying off the fountain helped clean up some of the rest. It felt really good. I squeezed some mud between my paws and rooted around for a moment just to see what neat things lurked under.

“Oh, I found some worms,” Skipper barked excitedly.

“Let me see,” I woofed, nudging Skipper out of the way. Yup, those were worms.

“Imma eat em,” Skipper ruffed and shoved his nose into the shallow hole he’d dug up.

That’s when Gracie finally made it over to us and managed to explain to us all the things she’d been shouting. It all made perfect sense. It was the usual, don’t go over there, stay close to me, stop that, and the classic “no,no,no!”

“You’re gonna have to speak up next time,” I tried to excuse ourselves. “You need to be louder and clearer when all this fun stuff over here is calling to us.”

We were quickly removed from the area and placed back on solid ground, still dripping wet and a little muddy. Gracie continued explaining to us what we were supposed to be doing and where we needed to be.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you,” Skipper explained, “I’ve got mud in my ears!”

Then that rascal got our park trip cut short for the day. With a shake of his bottom and a hop and a plop, he jumped back into the cool mud all over 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 164: That Dog


Look at what the cat did.

See all this mess? The sofa and the lamp?

She’s got the guilty face too, see?

Good thing I was here to let you know I didn’t do it.


Dogs know

Oh yeah, I got the cold wet paws.

And I know the best way to warm them up.

All over your bed. Snuggle time.


Self taught

Did you see what I did?

Yeah, it’s my latest trick.

I just taught it to myself too.

See, I knock over the trash can and clean it up!


Few more

But I’m not done playing.

There’s still daylight out.

Just a little bit more? Please?

Okay what if I just play until I get to the porch?


Up difficulty

Stop telling me to wait for it.

You know I can’t do that!

I think you just like making getting treats really hard.


Language barrier

I told you already, I bark you bark me a woof.

Why don’t you understand me?

Just bark me the woof already.

Uhg, this is why you never listen to me!


Never learns

The ball was in your hand the whole time?

I can’t believe you’d do this to me.

Quite frankly, I’m utterly shocked.

This seriously makes me reconsider chasing the ball next time.



You know, I ate all the food and it was really good.

But now I’m looking back on the good times.

Yeah, the good times when my food bowl was still full.


Reasons why

Yup, that’s my ball.

So can I have it back?

Why’d you throw it away?

Stop that, this is why we don’t have nice things!



Please speak to me again.

No, I don’t understand you, but this is fun though.

I’m just taunting you so you’ll make that cute face again!



Hold up, we have to check the bush.

I once found half a slice of pizza here.

So forever more, I have to check it carefully.

The other half might show up and I don’t want to miss it.



My puppy was just born and already knows how to speak.

And she knows all the words too.

Woof, woof, woof says it all.

Nixi Adventure – Sick Day

cold-156666_640Nixi cuddled up on the bed, not exactly totally enthralled with her current situation. She’d woken up early this morning thinking she’d be hungry, but that urge to snack wasn’t there. Instead, her belly gurgled and her nose sniffled and her ears felt funny. Something wasn’t right, and her normal peppy attitude was diminished.

Brandon rubbed his friend down, cooing to her and trying to cheer her up. But there was only a mild wagging of the tail before Nixi closed her eyes and tried to sleep it away. So Brandon left her to nap and hoped she’d be better by lunchtime.

But this was not a mutual agreement between the residents of the apartment. Nope, the other rascally friend had given all his attention to making his pal feel better. After all, what fun is it to play all alone. Two is such a better number.

Shuffles put another ball up on the bed. When Nixi didn’t do much more than sniff it, he went back for more. And more. The tug-rope, the ball on a rope, the squeaky alligator, and even Brandon’s left slipper that had gone missing last winter. There was lots of things up on the bed with his friend, but nothing seemed to be cheering her up.

When nothing seemed to be working, Shuffles left off to come up with a bigger and better plan. He’d think on it while he munched some mid-morning food snacks and tidbits he’d hidden behind the sofa yesterday.

So Nixi tried to nap, but her belly grumbled her back awake. It wasn’t hungry, just upset about something. But she couldn’t figure out why it was so angry all of a sudden. Was it the napkin she ate when no one was looking? What about the crunchy things she’d weaseled out from behind the sofa cushions? Or maybe it was the bug she’d nabbed while playing in the bushes downstairs? Nah, couldn’t be anything of the sort. It was just a misunderstanding.

Brandon popped back in to see what he could help negotiate with the obnoxious tummy that grumbled for some absurd reason. Nixi sniffed the sweet bit of delicious snack that Brandon offered her. It smelled sooooo good, but she couldn’t bring herself to do more than lick it for a taste. It was indeed very good, but she did not eat the snack.

Shuffles returned just in time to spot the food thing that was available. And his plan went into action directly. He rushed and hopped and bounced up on top of the bed, juggling Nixi out of her spot and onto her feet.

And at that, Nixi’s belly grumbled up out of her mouth and let out a burp that scared Shuffles so much he forgot the very snack he had so eagerly hopped up there to get. Brandon dropped the treat and backed away, his eyes opened wide in astonishment.

“All better now,” Nixi woofed and nibbled up the snack.


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 163: Why I Can’t Wait

dog-1146462_640If there’s one thing about being a dog, it’s the utter lack of patience. No, I do not like to wait for anything at all. At least nothing I can think of right now. That’s why I’m telling you about it right now because I can’t wait till later.

So why am I so impatient? I guess it’s because while I sit around the house thinking about things, I have the opportunity to come up with so many different ideas about what would happen if I waited too long for something.

Like, what if I waited too long to go potty? Well, it normally doesn’t just go away. When you gotta go, you gotta go. So why wait until later? I’d rather get that out of my way so I can do more important things like bark at the squirrel in the tree. But if you’re really talented, you can bark at the squirrel and go potty at the same time. And a step up from that is to go potty while chasing the squirrel, but that’s a skill few pups on the block have mastered.

But perhaps the most important thing I get so impatient about is food things. What if it goes bad while you’re waiting? You know, like expires or tastes different or worse… it disappears! That’s why you can always catch a dog begging for food because if you don’t get at it now, there may not be room later.

What about waiting for your pal to throw the ball? It’s one of those tricky ones too, because you’re practically forced to wait. Sometimes I wish the ball would just jump out of her hand and fly across the yard so I didn’t have to wait. Note to self: find ball that throws itself.

But now that I’m thinking about it, one thing I can wait for is a bath. I’d much rather it just go away, and if you can wait patiently in a really good hiding spot, sometimes it does. But that’s it for the limit of my ability to wait for anything.

And I totally can’t wait for my pal to get back so we can hurry up and have some fun. Speaking of which, she’s here right now! See ya later, I got fun stuff to do!

Rocky Adventure – Sleepover

dog-bed-30749_640The old man had left earlier to do some things that I was not supposed to help him with. At least that’s the conclusion that I’d come to since he’d left me here. But I’m not by myself. Nope. I’d been left here with my best buddy Buck and his pal Christy. Very nice then. Much better than staying home alone.

Buck rolled around on the floor, pretty much wapping everything with his branch of a tail. More like a tree maybe. A small tree, but it smacked as hard as a big one. I was compelled to catch it, but found myself jumping around instead. I jumped one way, then the other, dancing over Buck’s tail as it swung back and forth happily. It was way harder than it sounds too. Mostly because you really don’t know how that tail is going to wag or even if Buck is suddenly going to decide to get up and you have a whole new set of tricks to run through.

Eventually I tripped up. I was tackled. Buck turned over and I ended up sprawled out on the floor. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, and my audience was two. Both Buck and Christy were laughing at me.

“It’s not funny,” I growled. “I did that on purpose, you know.”

We argued about what was funny and what wasn’t for a while, but that got boring so we did way more important things, like plan a treat!

Christy made us a very delicious meal. We could smell it cooking and a baking and totally demanding to be eaten. Though we were not permitted to cross the line. The carpet was the boundary and there was no sneaking in there. We would have to wait until the treats were done with their cooking.

After what seemed like forever, the food was done and the treats were placed high up on the counter. Still no eating though. Now it has to cool according to Christy. Yuppers, that’s what she’s claiming. But we don’t trust her.

“She’s just hoping I’ll forget about them if we wait long enough,” Buck explained to me as our bellies hungered. “This happens all the time.”

“What should we do then?”

But Christy was wise to our conspiracy. She was watching us like a hawk, making sure that we didn’t get anywhere close to the goods. So we played like we were taking a nap. No good though. Instead of leaving us to our fake snoozing, she came and dragged us to the sofa.

I flopped down on the sofa, done with pretending to be asleep. Instead, I went for the playful and lovable me that cannot be resisted. Yes, I know I am adorable when I do this, and I will use this skill to get at those delicious treats.

But Buck was then dropped upon me, ending my play as quickly as it had begun.  I squeezed out from under Buck and hopped off the sofa and raced back to the kitchen. Maybe if I was fast enough, I could get me a treat before it’s too late!

I never even made it through the doorway though. We raced around the room, Christy following close behind, eager to catch us. She wasn’t giving up either, and I was definitely out of shape. Too many treats? I think not. Maybe not enough treats to give me the energy I need to get more treats.

By the time we made it into the kitchen, Buck was already there. The treats were on the floor, scattered, but quickly being gathered up by the vacuum of Buck’s belly. Before the last one could disappear, I snagged it up and was scooped up into the air with it. Christy tried to pry the baking hot treat from me, but I didn’t give it. Nope. I was putting it in a safe place where no one could touch it.

Our bellies were filled and we were pinned to the sofa. Christy was relaxing finally, tucking us deep into the pillows to ensure that we could not get into anymore trouble. And that’s where we spent the rest of the evening, or at least that’s what was planned…


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 162: The Window

puppy-dog-2862419_640I looked and beheld, all the things that I see are beyond this window. I’m not looking around inside because there’s really nothing cool going on inside today. My pal is at work and I’m bored. So the window is my entertainment for the day.

The mailman kept me very entertained earlier, mostly because he was one of the few that actually paid me any mind. But all he did was stuff a bunch of paper through the door, which I thoroughly inspected and distributed throughout the house. My pal will be so happy when he gets home.

There were others out there too, not just that sneaky mail guy. But all they did was walk along the sidewalk with their doggy. Not even a wave or anything. I barked as loud as I possibly could, but they just couldn’t seem to hear me. All I wanted them to do was go get me some snacks and put them through the slot where the mail came though, but nope. Not even a glance my way.

But there are others still, like the squirrel that hangs out in the trees. Usually she’s racing up and down the fence for no apparent reason that I can tell, but today she’s after the birds. Yup, the sun is out and bright so the birds are playing in my tree. And apparently the squirrel does not like them in the tree, and is currently performing a wild acrobatic show that I need to practice for myself. I didn’t even know you could flip backwards while spinning your tail around like the ceiling fan. I would tell you more about my attempts to further my ball catching skills, but not right now. Maybe when I get the tail spinning thing down.

It wasn’t until I saw the cat that things got interesting. I’ll tell you right now, I’ve been after that cat for weeks now, and she knows exactly how to taunt me further than I can handle. So I spent the next many moments spreading my face all over the window and pretty much making a big slimy smear all over the glass. It’s okay though, my pal will clean it off for tomorrow’s entertainment.

Speaking of whom, finally my pal walked up the steps to the door. He could see me watching him, and I could see he was smiling just as happy to see me. Well the window is fun and all, entertaining for a time but not something I’d do all day. Now that my pal is back, we need to go do some fun stuff of our own! Maybe try out that whole flipping thing with a tail spin as well.

Dante Adventure – The Dinner

steak-597949_640Skipper wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. He was bound and determined to get a bite of Gracie’s dinner. We had been waiting all afternoon for the eats and now we cant even participate. So despite the delicious smells (oh if only you could smell it now), we were banished from the table where our friend was presently sharing her meal with her new friend.

Yuppers, a new friend that is a really cool guy and all, but this sort of puts a spot on his record for the record. At least he’s not some other dog or worse… a cat. I don’t know if we could handle sharing our friend’s food with some other pup or pet or even a bird.

Despite the distance between us and them, we had not stopped sniffing and hoping for them to call us over. I knew they could see us, but they were pretending to ignore us. And it seemed that with each bite, they were getting better at it.

Skipper howled, “I’m starving!”

This did not work. In fact, it only made things worse.

Gracie glared at us, and told us to go eat our own food. We already did that earlier, which is why we were so hungry now. But try explaining that to them.

So we tried inching into the room, but we were immediately caught and turned back the way we came. While they did not appear to be watching us, they sure were quick to pick up on our approach. They were watching us, I just know it.

“Can we join you yet?” I begged.

Gracie shook her head in that “absolutely not” fashion of hers and then went back to conversing with her new friend.

“What if we just sniff around the table and look for crumbs,” I begged. “I promise we won’t bother you one tiny bit.”

There were many more rejections before Skipper and I huffed into a slump on the floor and just watched the scene for a better opportunity. This was not done patiently though. Anxious Skipper rolled around and chewed his paws while whining.

The bellies grumbled and the saliva dripped until it was annoying. But every time we tried to inch into the room, we were immediately in trouble. Gracie was watching like a hawk. I couldn’t even look at them without feeling her staring me down with utter suspicion.

Then our opportunity came. Gracie was rummaging through the kitchen cabinets in search of the Cat’s Up stuffs (they call it that because it’s up where only the cat can reach), but she couldn’t find it. So her guest got up to help, and the food was left all alone on the table.

All alone.

So we decided to keep it company. You know, keep that food warm before it gets too cold. As we scarfed down the goods, we were suddenly interrupted by the return of Gracie and her friend. As you would suppose, we were in trouble. Oh yeah. But it was worth it. No wonder they didn’t want to share!


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 161: That Park

adorable-1849992_640I really like going to the park, but one in particular is so much fun. My buddy and I have a grand old time playing there. And the best part is, it’s not just for walkies. In fact, there’s some neat stuff around to play on and other dogs to play games with.

The goods are good. My favorite thing is the tunnel. It’s probably because I can use it during the chase games we play. And not every dog can make it through there at high speeds like I can.

Leftover toys from previous visitors, oh yeah. That’s a really neat thing when it comes to showing up at the park. Even if you forgot your ball at home, there’s bound to be one somewhere, even if you have to spend a little time digging it up out of the mud.

Having other dogs around to add to the fun is really awesome too. I met a dog the other day that was so hyper it was impossible to understand a bark she was woofing. Whatever it was, it had to do with the bird in the tree making a funny song. Well, I pretty much came to the conclusion that she didn’t like the song, but I did and my pal did too. Whatever, we can’t do anything about a bird in a tree anyway.

Nope, we’re stuck on the ground, so we can dig just anywhere without getting in trouble! Even in the regular park I’m not allowed to do such things. But here, I can dig all the holes I want too until my paws get tired. There’s not really any cool treasure, but it’s good practice for looting later.

The water pool is totally cool, especially after a hot day of running and playing. You can totally get in the water and splash around and it’s okay. For reals, it does not count as taking a bath, so don’t worry about it.

Time to go? I think not! With all the other dogs around, it’s easy enough to escape the clutches of departure. Yes, if you’re really good, you can put off leaving for at least ten more minutes. Just remember to keep negotiating, because as long as you’re negotiating, you’re not leaving.

Back at home, it’s likely to be naptime, so rest up. And as long as you didn’t get too muddy, there’s no fear of a bath. And even if there is, just make sure you go into full nap-mode so your pal doesn’t get any wise ideas. So sweet dreams and have fun at your dream park!