We followed Gracie into the crowd, being sure to stick close so she didn’t wander off on us or anything. It wasn’t exactly the most tail-friendly location, but the scent of snacks was in the air and we were powerless to fight the urge to seek it out.
Skipper stopped for a moment to scratch his belly, slowing us down from getting to wherever it was that we were going. In fact, I have no idea what our destination is supposed to be. Why were all these people here? Why aren’t we chasing sticks or playing tag? Many questions that I just couldn’t answer.
But the most important question was waiting to be answered. Where was this food that we could smell? Who had it and was there enough for us too? My guess was that all the people shuffling around us were wondering the same things too. Why? Because we couldn’t see a spot of food anywhere.
Then I saw her, a small child holding a dripping cone of ice cream that was so delicious I could taste the looks of it. One drip, two drip, the grass was getting soaked in unwanted leftovers that needed to be cleaned up.
“This way,” I tugged the others. Maybe I could grab a taste, but maybe we could ask him where there was more as well.
Before I could reach it, Gracie tugged me back on their track, holding fast to the direction we were supposed to be heading. Skipper laughed at me and shuffled along the grass, pausing his paws long enough to sniff the occasional discarded napkin.
That’s when things changed radically. The sky lit up with a bright flash, then came the booms. All the booms. Skipper and I froze right in place, waiting to see if the booms were coming to get us. Then more pops and booms lit up the dark sky, and all the people around us started cheering.
But it wasn’t for any food or anything that we could see. It was as if they enjoyed the fire in the sky and all the loud ka-booms that it was making. It was sort of wierd, but then again, people do the strangest things.
Then the people started singing their songs. We couldn’t understand them, but I’m always up for a fancy song. I love to sing. In fact, I get requests all the time…but I keep singing anyway.
So we sang along too, Skipper and I. We sounded good, right in tune. Even Skipper’s belly gurgled along with us too.
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.
