The door swung open and the keys jingled extra loud. Then it got super quiet, I mean super quiet, which made the sound of the keys dropping onto the soaked carpet that much louder. Directly after that, our names were called out with that demanding tone that just makes you want to hide even better.
We were in the trouble, but our spot was keeping us safe… for now. It was dry here, possibly the last dry spot anywhere. Skipper panted heavily in my ear, snuggled up close due to the tight space we occupied.
Gracie called a few more times before we heard the squishy footsteps that made a direct path to the kitchen. This was followed by splashing and frantic banging noises resulting in the dishwasher going quiet too. Then it was all silent.
“What should we do?” Skipper whispered in my ear.
“Shhhh!,” I tried hushing Skipper before Gracie could pinpoint our position.
But the splashing became squishy footsteps directly toward our position. I wanted to run, really I did, but then we’d be found for sure. It was better to rely on our tactical hiding place that was so cleverly chosen. I wouldn’t have even known about it had Skipper not hopped in here. I won’t tell you where we are though, you might tell.
The footsteps passed by and squished into the next room. We could hear Gracie searching for us, tossing some things around before finding out we were not there to be found. She called for us a few more times, but we weren’t moving. Skipper wouldn’t stop panting so loud, louder than my little heart beating for fear we would be found.
Gracie passed by us again, speedily splashing across the soaked carpet toward the bathroom. There was more searching and calling for us to come out. But we stayed right where we were. No reason to come out. Not right now at least.
The splashing moved into the sofa room and we heard the cushions being scuttled about. There were further demands that we come out, and it was beginning to sound a little more fearful than frustrated.
“Maybe we should get out now,” Skipper whispered.
“No, that’s just what she’ll be expecting,” I hushed back.
We could hear Gracie calling for backup in the next room. She was talking to someone else, probably a really good seeker to find us out. But it could be the pizza lady as well. That would be nice, especially after everything else has gone so poorly today. Poor carpet.
I peeked out just to see where Gracie was, and luckily her back was turned to me so she didn’t spot me. The carpet was definitely still wet and Gracie was talking to someone about it. Don’t know who it was, but she was quite possibly telling on us. But who was it?
After Gracie rummaged through more places for us, we heard the knock at the door. I had to pin Skipper to keep him from barking and rushing out. And still, no one was wise to our hiding place. Indeed, this was a grand spot.
But only moments after the door had opened and whoever it was had splashed through the hall and into the sofa room, we were discovered. It was like the guy knew exactly where we were hiding. Must have the nose of a fox or something. Whatever, our secret place was spoiled.
“It wasn’t us!” we barked in unison. “Not guilty!”
We were snagged out from under the little table in the front hall where Gracie puts her keys. Oh yes, it was perfect, covered with a nice little blanket and everything. Even a vase with flowers on top to make it right nice. We were found out though, and we were dragged out so the man could get in there. Yeah, apparently it was such a great spot that even the guy wanted to be in there. Something to do with the nice fluffy towels Gracie kept under there, which he quickly threw on the floor to make room for himself or something. All ruined, and now the only dry spot was on the bed.
“I call dibs!” Skipper barked and splashed away toward the bedroom.
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.