Gracie was moving rather fast for a normal morning. So it probably wasn’t a normal morning. She was moving so fast, we’d skipped right past breakfast and seemed to be approaching lunch time and still there were no food things to be had.
There wasn’t much to do but hang around and watch. However, Skipper was not so patient to wait for whatever was coming. Skipper kept licking my face, probably trying to get some of the leftover treat I’d removed from my special stash.
After some things had been thrown into a bag, Gracie seemed like she was ready to go somewhere. So I tried to get up to see where WE were going. No way was she leaving without us this time. But I couldn’t, Skipper had rolled over and stuck me fast to the ground. He was on my tail. His little fluffy body was holding me back. But after a few tugs and a good ruff bark, he was rolled off and back onto his paws.
We left the apartment, despite the wetness that was all about. Much rain, too much perhaps. Felt more like a bath.
Instead of a walk to the park though, we had to get in the truck. I made it in alright, but Skipper had to be bounced in as normal, his stubby little legs not really allowing the boing needed to hop in on his own. Someday he’d grow up, but that day is not today.
Right away we noticed something was not normal again. Instead of going to the park, we were on our way to somewhere else. It was too hard to tell where, but I know the park is the other way. So we were not going to the park. This was a bummer.
Fortunately, there were so many others on the street, mostly honking at one another to keep things rather interesting. I never have been able to make out what those honks actually mean, but I have heard the ducks at the pond make the same sorts of noises. So all I can come up with is that they’re telling one another to move it.
But we weren’t. At least not very fast. I checked the back window while Skipper kept his eye forward to see if there was any change. Occasionally we did move, but not very much. This was pretty boring actually. If it weren’t for the other cars out there making a bunch of noise, we wouldn’t have much to bark at.
“Hey, where you going?” I ruffed through the window.
More honking took place, but no clear answer came through. Skipper tried his window, but the honking was all the same. Guess we’re just moving it onward towards somewhere that nobody seems to know where it is. Perhaps this is why it’s taking so long. Maybe if they knew where to go, this would be faster.
“Tell them we should go to the park,” I woofed to Gracie. She’d be able to tell them.
We tried to convince her to tell the others or at least lead the way to the park. But she just stared out the window and kept quiet. It was like she was looking for something. But what? Could we help? We know where the park is, but maybe we’re all lost.
I guess it’s going to be up to us to find the way through this storm…
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.