Dante Adventure – Game On

pillows-820149_640Gracie carried us in the fluffy entrapment of the blanket. We had no idea where we were going or what was planned for us. Our game had quickly come to an end now that Gracie had decided to change the rules.

Eventually, the bundle we were trapped in was tossed into the cushions of the sofa. The smell of the fluffy cushions tickled my nose and I went into a sneezing fit. I understand not what happened next, but it was like I rolled over a ruff amount of times. And suddenly I was out of the blanket and in the sofa. I was IN the sofa. And then Skipper landed on top of me.

It took a moment to gather my senses and stop the room from rolling around my head, but it quickly came back to me…at least after I pushed the over-stuffed scoundrel of a pup off of me. He really needs to cut down on the treats.

That’s when we saw it all. All the bright lights and the presents. I saw the presents first. They were all mine. I claimed them.

“I claim the presents!” Skipper barked before I could speak my mind.

“Wait!” I barked. “We have to have a count-down first to make it fair.”

“It’s fair if I claimed it first and get all the presents,” Skipper grinned.

“No, we have to do a countdown and then claim the presents,” I argued.

“Fine, you count down while I run on down here and snatch up all my presents!”

That’s when Gracie intervened again, snatching up the wiggle worm of a pup and tossing him back onto the sofa with me. So I was ready for the go-ahead to get all the goodies. But apparently, that wasn’t the game at all.

After a quick countdown, I hopped down and tried to race for the stack of goodies. But nope! I was snatched up and tossed back onto the sofa too. Skipper landed right beside me shortly thereafter.

“What is this?” I ruffed aloud. “Why you do this to us?”

But Gracie would not answer. She just stood there with her hands ready to dispense the round-up procedure game she had started without even discussing the rules. And Skipper plopped right back next to me, sort of enforcing what the game was about.

“Rules, please,” I woofed meekly.

Silence. Gracie just stared at us mischievously. That big grin making her appear ever so mischievous. Perhaps even more so than either of us pups could bundle up together on a sly day. Gracie had us in a tough spot. No toys and the game had no rules to play by except the ones that Gracie was making up as she went.

I tried another way, climbing over the sofa and sneaking around the edge of the lamp stand to see if I could make a dash for the goods. Nope. Gracie picked me up and tossed me back onto the sofa. Skipper wiggled as he flew through the air towards me. I moved just in time.

“What are we supposed to do?” I asked Gracie.

No answer, just a big smile. That was it. Both of us were going to have to work together if we were gonna win this game. “Are you with  me?” I whispered to Skipper, tickling his ear with my whiskers. He nodded that he was born ready.

Both of us made a simultaneous dash towards the pile of goodies. But neither one of us made it. You see, it turns out that Gracie has a lot of skill when it comes to winning games. So both of us were quickly captured and the tickling began. The rules had changed again, and we weren’t getting away. The tickle monster was here to wear us out.



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.