Skipper tore the pillow apart, throwing fluff everywhere. From one end of the room to the other, he made sure that every bit of fuzzy was tossed out and scattered. There was barely a clean spot on the floor to sit.
I’d already told him three times earlier, but he wouldn’t listen. I had no idea what got into him, but that pillow just seemed to have it coming. Of course, the pup had been wrestling with it all morning.
It started with us just a snoozing quietly on the sofa, happy as could be and pattered the air with our paws as we napped. And all of a sudden, the pillow flopped down on top of Skipper. No reason, it just did it. Perhaps there was mischief on that pillow’s mind, but I don’t really think pillows can think, nor do they have a mind. They’re always sitting there comfortably, like they don’t mind being lazy at all.
But Skipper minded. The pillow had woken him up and was up for a wrestling match. So Skipper nonchalantly smacked the pillow back into it’s place and that was that. The pillow chilled out and Skipper went back to snoring.
Then it happened again. The pillow flopped right down on top of Skipper, smothering him with fluffiness. It had to be terrifying. I wasn’t scared though. It was only a pillow.
Skipper spazed out again, tossing the pillow back into it’s spot, where it came to a comfortable rest and simply waited for the next opportunity. You could definitely tell that pillow was plotting something or it wouldn’t be so calm about hanging around us like that.
It was a while later when the pillow launched it’s attack. Skipper was completely blindsided, sneezing himself right out of his pre-lunch nap and going right for the fluff of the matter. He had the pillow by it’s tag and was busy trying to shake some sense into it.
But I didn’t think that was possible. So I told him, “Hey, don’t rip it up, or Gracie’s gonna get mad at us both.” Skipper paused just long enough to make a face at me before going back to work. And he was working that pillow over.
After the first few tufts of fluff had started spilling out, I warned Skipper twice again not to demolish the pillow, and even made a reasonable case for the pillow’s innocence. But nothing worked. Skipper kept right on a ripping and tearing.
Finally, when the fuzz had settled and Skipper had stopped sneezing and wheezing, the scene was calm again. Exhausted, he flopped down on top of the remaining fabric and fluff and closed his eyes.
I was still sitting in the same spot, which you could tell by the overlay of fluff and pillow cover that laced every bit of floor but the spot where I sat. After a few thoughts sort of floated through my mind, I eyed Skipper. “Soooo…what are we going to do when Gracie gets home?” I asked.
Skipper thought for a moment as he puffed some fluff away from his nose. “Well…we’ll both just tell her it was all the pillow’s fault…right? RIGHT?”
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.