Dog Journal – Entry 158: Digging Around

dogs-2939691_640So, my pal and I were working on a project together in the back yard and I thought of something great. He was digging around and doing things with a bit of wood, and I was just pretty much hanging around. Oh, and I was bringing sticks over to help out, but those weren’t the sticks he wanted to use, so I got bored.

What else is there to do but dig around to see if I could find the right things to help out my pal. Turns out, you end up digging up strange things around the yard.

What is that thing I just found? Well, it’s the roots of the bushes next to me. They do not taste very good, but very chewy indeed. I did find one root that was really good though, it was a “car root” that my pal had stashed in the garden. I guess he was trying to grow a fresh car, but it did taste good. So it was totally worth it.

Probably the neatest thing you find would be all the bugs. There are all sorts of things that creep around in the dirt, especially if you get to dig in the garden spots. But you aren’t supposed to do that, are you…

The big problem with bugs is that some might bite back. I found this out a time or two when I was snacking on some watermelon, and found that I was not the only one doing so. And then those pesky bugs started trying to snack on me. So I snacked on them. They do not taste good though, so avoid snacking on bugs that snack on you and watermelons.

But some taste good though, so don’t toss them all out with the few odd ones. In fact, my very favorite one is the buttery flies that hang around the garden. I snacked one a while back, but I can’t figure out why my pal calls them buttery flies. They do not taste anything like butter. Maybe you need some bread, and perhaps some ham, and a tomato too.

Other critters are buried in the yard too though, so don’t get caught up thinking about tasty bugs. I almost dug up a squirrel once, who happened to be stashing all manner of things in his little hole he’d dug. So I dug right after him, but never did find him, and then there was a huge hole in the yard. Good thing is, I had plenty of sticks to bury so no prob.

Digging around the yard, you may even find stinky things that maybe should stay buried, but they’re just so interesting though. If you do dig up something odd, don’t let your pal get a whiff of it or you might get in trouble. I haven’t figured out why this happens, but it does. And I always seem to get a tummy ache around the same time too, so perhaps stinky things are not the best thing to go digging up.

I’ve rooted and looted around the yard enough times to find some really strange things buried back here, all of which I get to show off to my pal and let him know what awesome things I do for him. Yes, I do it all for him. My pal. And then he goes and throws it away. Oh well.

Nixi Adventures: The Dancing of The Pups

dog-733931_640Nixi hopped up on the sofa and wondered what Brandon was doing. She pondered what could be so interesting about that box he kept staring out. It was only stopping him from having fun and playing games. Perhaps, she was considering, that the box was far more entertaining than the other things going on around the apartment.

Shuffles was laying in the sun that peeked through the window. He was enjoying the sunbath, allowing his belly to be warmed by the rays of light. It was a fine afternoon to be doing such a thing, but the nap was mostly due to the lack of things to do.

Brandon stared at the flashing screen, looking for information that would tell him a thing. It was supposed to be an important thing, but there were distractions in the box. So many neat things to see and hear. During his exploration, he’d forgotten all about the things around him, namely the pups that desired to play.

Nixi pawed at Brandon’s leg, but the reaction was less than acceptable. Things must have been far too entertaining in that box. Whatever it was, and Nixi knew nothing of such things, had snared the attention of her buddy. So rather than keep pawing, Nixi went over to her sunbathing friend and tugged him around for a moment or two.

You see, it takes quite a bit of bothering to get that little ball of fuzz to wake up from a fancy afternoon nap, but persistence pays off in the end. With a shake to re-fluff up the fur, Shuffles was up and wondering what was going on that was so important that he should be awakened from his sweet slumber.

“What is it already?” Shuffles barked and stretched.

“I’m bored, let’s do a thing,” Nixi woofed back, bouncing around a little bit.

“What sort of thing?”

“I don’t know yet, but we need to do some thing. Anything.” Nixi danced back.

Shuffles mimicked Nixi and danced around a little bit too. When he stopped, Nixi danced around some more, suspecting a competition. It took no further instruction to get the pups to begin dancing around with yips and yups.

Shuffles danced around Nixi, trotting with his paws and bobbing his head so that his ears flopped around in a jolly manner. Nixi right away began chasing her curly tail, suddenly distracted that it had popped up so suspiciously.

The odd commotion drew the attention of Brandon, the box no longer as entertaining as the balls of fuzz that were presently dancing around. A smile crossed his face as he wondered what would make puppies so happy to do something so simple. Perhaps it was the simple things in life that make you the happiest, even if it’s something as simple as watching puppies play together. And if you’ve got the chance to jump in on the fun, well that just makes the day.


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 157: Neighbors

picket-fences-349713_640Have you ever had new peoples move in next door? Well, I have. It just happened the other day in fact. I’ll bark you what, it’s a real change to have new neighbors, especially when the old ones were so sweet and quiet about things.

New things mean new opportunities though. You’re gonna have to get them accustomed to what it takes to live next door to you. First of all, you have to greet them, so you’re probably gonna have to teach them how to shake. Also, you must establish boundaries, especially if you have treasure stashes around the yard. Are they where they’re supposed to be? People are curious, and they’re quick to dig up treasure if they spot it.

You may have to be sort of loud at first too, you know, just to make sure they know that you know that they’re there. You don’t want any unexpected surprises or someone stepping on your tail. Just make some noise, but be friendly about it. You know, something along the lines such as, “Hey, be my friend, feed me too and maybe rub my belly.”

Regular checkups is a must. A good robust greeting every morning is necessary. You may also have to wake them up if they’re trying to sleep in so they don’t get used to such things. Not sleep time. Time to be up and having fun and doing things.

Getting used to them hanging around is actually a little harder than you might think. There’s probably going to be different times they play in the yard, strange things they put in the yard, and maybe funny sounds they like to make just to tease you. They know it teases, that’s why they do it.

But if you’re going to get used to them, you’re gonna have to get to know them. Do they like to play games? Throw the ball in their yard a few times to see if they’ll throw it back over. A stick will work too, but sometimes they like to keep the stick for some reason. Neighbors are more likely to throw the ball back over, especially if they see you looking for it.

Do they have a dog too? Can their dog come over and play? Probably the best neighbors are ones with dogs too. You don’t want them to get too boring, plus it usually means there’s more snacks around the area in case of emergencies.

New neighbors can be cool, but you gotta know how to handle them. The key is to be cool and get used to them as quick as you can. The faster you get them playing with you, the happier everyone is going to be at the end of the day.

Dante Adventure – My Pawty

dog-1548176_640The main event had started. There were so many of us at the park, mainly because it was a pawty. At least that’s the conclusion we’d come to here. There were pupcakes and toys and other treats, and everyone had been invited. Well, except for cats. No cats allowed today. This is a dog day.

And indeed it has been a day for dogs. I woke up early this morning wondering and the old man was already packing up the snacks for a picnic. I offered to carry the snacks, but he was wise to my ways and packed them securely in his box and carried them away to safety. He knows me far too well.

Then we left off and picked up some of the others to follow along with us, so I knew right then and there that today was going to be a fun day. This rarely happens on such a widespread level, and when it does, we start bringing everybody we can possibly find.

Izzy and I chased Marty the wiggle worm around, it was a round and round bit that took us many trips through the tunnel to finish. The funny thing about the tunnel is that it’s wiggly and racing through it makes you feel all funny when you come back out. So you can imagine how odd it is to run when you’re a little dizzy and your nose feels all fuzzy.

But then there was the ramp. Not really cool because when you made it a little over halfway…the ground gave out under you and it was just weird. You’d have to have been there to know what I’m barking about. So when I watched Buck try to journey to the other side, I quickly realized that such things probably do not belong in a park for any other reason than for audience entertainment.

And of course, there were other dogs there too. I didn’t invite them, but they must have known it was a dog pawty because they showed up for the main event. There were big dogs and little dogs and fuzzy dogs and not so fuzzy dogs and even a poodle. And they all wanted to play and partake in our pawty, especially the main event.

They hadn’t heard that we were planning such a thing, but when we told them, every pup was quick to tag along for the fun. Only the squirrel on the other side of the fence would not partake, but he was busy trying to get his tail fur back from a noisy bird that had snagged it earlier this week.

But back to the main event, you see, this particular event is where all of us get together and we make fun of how old Izzy is today. His fluffy coat of dark was beginning to get a few extra spots of white than normal. So we make sure he knows about every single one of them, even though he claims he’s growing them like that on purpose so he’ll blend in like chameleon.

We all gathered up together, and I pushed Izzy to the front. Yes, this was going to be so good, he totally gets so embarrassed when we howl him happy birthday. It’s funny because our people pals like to sing along too, but they can’t really sing that great. But they’re working on it, so just give them some time. Not everyone has the excellent vocal abilities of a pup you know.

Izzy sat in the middle and looked around bashfully, probably looking for a way out. But there was no way out. It was going to be his birthday serenade, and he was going to like it. Here’s the thing though: I was so preoccupied with pushing Izzy into the limelight that I did not realize everyone was staring at me.

“Wait! Don’t do it!”

But they sang me the birthday song. They did it and now I am another year older. Perhaps I’ll skip it next year to make up the difference.


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 156: New House

dog-3168564_640There comes a time in a dog’s life, maybe not for every dog, but for some, that you can no longer call your home, home. Yeah, I remember when this happened to us a long time ago. It was really weird at first, but now I can barely remember bouncing on the sofa to see what was cooking in the kitchen.

If you find that everything in the house is being packed up and put in boxes and your pal has less and less weird stuff laying around, you’re probably headed to a new home.

So you’re going to a new home that just doesn’t have the same smells. That’s okay though, you can work on that while your pal is off at work. You’re just gonna have to roll on everything and really make sure you scrub that puppy scent into all the rugs.

New obstacles are going to totally trip you up. Seriously, it took me, well I’m still working on navigating my way around that weird corner over by the tiny room where they keep the dreadful vacuum thing. Still wish they hadn’t brought it with us. I actually thought that’s why we were moving in the first place, but it was probably because of the strange dog in the looking glass that just wouldn’t stop copying me.

And a big reminder: do not forget to bring your best treasures. Yeah, you probably know what I’m talking about here. Every dog has their stash of things littered throughout the home. It’s just the smart thing to do, just in case someone finds one, you’ve still got all the others. Well, it’s time to get them all rounded up and stash them close. I put mine in my box after the blanket was stuffed in there, and no one was ever the wiser.

When I was rounding stuff up though, I actually found that I’d stashed some all around the yard, and ended up having to dig up a few. Just never did figure out where I’d put those rib bones from the summer cookout though. I remember snagging them and then off to the bushes, but they weren’t in there. Oh well, just have to find some new ones.

Which is the really cool thing about a new house… new hiding spots. Now your pal will have to figure out where your treasure is hidden all over again. And I guess as long as you got your buddy everything will be alright. That is the real treasure after all.

Dante Adventure – Back From the Vet

pedigree-216856_640Skipper was napping on the sofa. He was totally tired from the event at the office. Yeah, it was actually an event. I have never been in such a scenario and completely unprepared for what happened where we ended up.

You see, we’ve never actually been to where Gracie goes during the day. We normally just hang around the apartment and do dog stuff like chew on things and race around and make pillow forts in the sofa room. But we found out where Gracie goes during the day.

No joke, it was actually really neat. And since we didn’t end up at the doc’s office getting poked with needles and sharp things, it was much better than anticipated. We almost regretted hiding the keys from her and slowing things down, but it was good practice for future runs. It also made it completely obvious that Gracie is planning ahead just as fast as we can come up with clever ideas like that.

So when we arrived after what seemed like a long drive, we had to be on our leashes and stick to the path. Lots of rules there. There were some people wandering around and tons of trees and bushes and buildings that needed exploring, but we were to go directly to our destination. Do not sniff bush, do not go potty, do not collect any treats.

Turned out alright though, since we did get quite the treat when we arrived at the party. Yeah, I have to call it a party, because I don’t really know what it should be called. It was just a big room with lots of people. We were the only dogs, so we got all the attention.

Yes, we gotta get lots of attention and neck rubs. More than enough neck rubs. Perhaps too many, but that’s a stretch. The attention was pretty dramatic though. Someone got all weird though and started examining my ears. Like, looking inside of them and seeing what they could find. Sort of strange, and I tried to tell them there’s nothing up there, and even Skipper agreed with me (though I’m suspicious now that he was actually making fun of me), the guy seemed to insist that there was something of terribly great interest in there. He even used a light to make sure.

Skipper got most of the attention though. They were rolling him over and over, checking his paws and examining his nose. It was more than a pup could handle though. Especially when they made him to run through the obstacle course.

I didn’t do the course, but they made me jump through hoops though. I told them I don’t do such things, but then they offered me a treat, so I had to do it. No other choice. If you’re a dog, you’d understand.

So now that we’re home, I’m tired, and Skipper is plumb passed out at the moment. Just an anchor on the floor. Gracie tried to move him earlier, but he wouldn’t budge. Just rolled right out of her hands and back onto the floor. He picked a great spot too: right in the hallway.

There’s not really any further plans for the day, but I’ll just let you in on a little secret…Gracie is still looking for those keys. So if you wanna hide anything never to be found again, you know where to go.


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 155: Comfy Spot to Snooze

dog-2817560_640I know you can sleep just about anywhere, under a shady tree or on the kitchen floor. It really doesn’t matter when you’re dog tired. But I do have a few favorite spots I like the most. And sometimes, yes sometimes, you have to scoot someone out of the way to get to them.

Foremost, I prefer my friend’s pillow. Yeah, I know he puts his head there at night, but it’s just so comfy to sit on top of. All the fluffiness and such. I know that I’ve got my own pillow, but for some strange reason, it’s just better to sleep on the one my buddy uses.

The chair. Yes, the chair in the sofa room. The one your pal sits in when they’re trying to relax. It’s nice and broken in and ready to be comfy. Seriously, it’s just asking to be relaxing in, so why would you withhold such an opportunity from it?

I also like next to the refrigerator where it’s nice and cool when it’s super hot outside. Very good spot, and the buzzing noise is sort of relaxing, which is a nice bonus. The only downside is that you often get booted out of the way when someone reaches for a snack. The good thing about that: no one is sneaking a snack without sharing.

I also like piles of laundry. But it’s hard to decide whether I like the one fresh out of the dryer, or if it’s better to snuggle up in the one next to the closet door. Both have such good qualities, but I always get in trouble for the fresh one. But then again, the one next to the closet gets me in trouble too, especially when I spread it out everywhere so I can have a nice spot to lay.

Wherever my pal is currently. Yes, if my pal is hanging around, the lap is quite possibly the best spot in the whole house. It’s even better if they’re sleeping, because then I get to find a spot right next to their face and whisper “treats” while they snooze. Every night is a guaranteed midnight snack too.

However, under the bed is not acceptable. Though it’s a great hiding place when bath time comes around, you won’t find me sleeping with the dust bunnies. And now that you mention it, I really don’t like anywhere in the bathroom either, it’s just to risky and you never know when you’re buddy is gonna flip out and decide to bathe you.

These are acceptable places for me to take a snooze, but I noticed the cat likes just about any place around. So is it just me? Am I the only dog that’s got favorites, or do some of you pups out there prefer a place or two for you?

Nixi Adventure – Game Day

graphic-3152076_640Nixi 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.

Dog Journal – Entry 154: Farm Dog Life

dog-2812894_640I once knew an old dog that told me a thing. While I don’t remember what that thing was, the place we were at is still fresh in my mind. You see, I’m just your average city dog running about in the park and napping on a nice fluffy sofa with my pal. But this old dog lived like he was outside all the time. And not in a yard or something. Well, it was like a yard, but with lots and lots of space and a pond and other odd pets that I’d never seen before.

Sure I’d seen a duck at the pond. That’s why I know ducks belong in ponds. Or is it that ponds appear wherever ducks happen to be? Maybe that’s what that old dog was trying to explain to me, but I forgot which was correct.

But the neatest thing was the big barn. It was like a huge dog house, and that’s where the old dog lived with all of HIS pets. Yeah, that was what was really cool. You see, his family had given him some fluffy sheep critters to take care of so he would never be lonely. And whenever the sheep tried to make a break for it, he had to chase them and make them get back up with the rest of the group. I tried that with the ducks at the pond, but they just flew away. Luckily they don’t put wings on sheep.

They even had a really big dog that didn’t do dog things. Don’t really think it was a dog, now that I consider it. It kept going “moo-ve,” so I was thinking it was just some rude dog that was super boring. Though that explains why she didn’t want to fetch. Just kept eating hay. Sort of odd, but everyone has their favorite chew-toy.

No leashes, that was so cool too. You didn’t really go for walkies, it was more like an exploration trip every time. One time, we went into the woods behind the pond and I must have left a message on tons of trees before I realized there was no walking trail. I didn’t get lost, but my pal was totally lost. Took me forever to find him. We’ll bring a leash for him next time.

So what cool places have you ever visited? Ever met some funny animals that you’ll tell your puppies about someday? As for the old dog, he’s still old, but he was so happy, and he’d never even heard of a sofa.

Rocky Adventure – Battling The Cold

snow-70099_640We’d made it home all safe and sound. All of us. Through the blanket of white fluffy snow drifts, we’d plowed our path and had finally made it back to our warm cozy place of safety. Home was here, right outside the car window. But between here and there was a blanket of cold. Not exactly a paw-friendly environment.

While I sat comfy in my seat, Izzy was tucked in nice and warm in the blanket bundle Debbie had set up for him in the back seat. He really didn’t like the whole getting stuck under the bush ordeal, so I’ll definitely have to tell Buck all about it when we get back home. Probably tell that story at least three times a day until something funnier happens.

The old man was the first to get out, but opening the door was not cool. Well, it was cool. In fact, it was really cold. It was all better when the door closed though, but then Debbie opened her door and let in some more cold air. Inconceivable!

Eventually, we had no choice but to get out of the car. It was cold and wet. My paws were freezing. So we hurried along toward the open door where the others had already entered in and dropped off their abundance of effects. Honestly, I don’t really know what I just said, but they were nice grand words to say and I felt good about it.

The old man ushered us inside, but the house was cold. Not exactly the warm welcome I was expecting. We’d left the nice warm car for a chilly seat on the sofa. This is not acceptable.

With the quickness, I tried snuggling into the sofa cushions, but guess where the old man was putting his stuff from the car. Things plopped down right on top of me. This was definitely not the spot to be.

“I got an idea,” Izzy woofed, “Let’s make a blanket fort… this one will be the biggest!”

It was a good idea, even if I wasn’t the one to come up with it. So we went to the bedroom and grabbed the covers and dragged them into the sofa room. Don’t really know why we did that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

After some tucking and scooting, we managed to get some pillows piled up and the covers over them and denned up right nice. Izzy’s fur was exceeding fluffy, perfect for keeping us both warm and warm we were indeed.

As it turns out, our plan was unacceptable. The old man was outside of the fluffy fort, negotiating with us concerning the mess he thought we made. We kept him busy for a while, explaining that this was not a mess, but was in fact a very firmly constructed warming habitation in which our paws would not freeze off of our bodies so long as we remained inside.

Though we bought a lot of time with our argument, it was not going to last much longer. Eventually we’d have to make an ultimatum. We’d have to set the standard. So we set them high. NIce and high.

“We’re not coming out from under these covers until it’s as warm out there as it is in here!”

It was too high to be met. But at least the heater was on before we were evicted. As for the fort, it’ll be back. Oh yes. It is the season for blanket forts.


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.