Skipper discovered the thing deep within the confines of the sofa cushions, and it was a fancy thing indeed. It wasn’t something a dog finds everyday, at least not around here anyway. It was Gracie’s brush, the one she uses. It was so soft and tickly, and it smelled like we weren’t supposed to have it.
So after we’d discovered this fantastic forgotten object, Skipper took off in a wild effort to ensure no one else could have it. He was being so selfish. I can’t believe he wasn’t considerate of me. What if I wanted to have it for a while? What about me? How could he not be thinking about me? So selfish.
The rain was making the stormy sound outside again, thundering and whistling to make sure we didn’t forget that it was out there. Luckily, we were a little preoccupied with the situation at hand, so forgetting about such things wasn’t a big issue.
However, this did not stop me from chasing Skipper down and letting him know how important it is that he share with me.
“Let me just see it…” I woofed.
“There is no way I’m gonna give it over,” Skipper ruffed, making sure to cover most of the brush.
“No, I just wanna see it,” I argued.
“Yeah, then you’re gonna take it,” Skipper retorted. “I found it, I’ma chew it.
On the other side of Skipper, I could only see his back, but at least he couldn’t see me. I knew this would make him uncomfortable. And that was just what began to happen. Skipper looked back at me nervously, flicking his ears and making the face.
“What? I’m not doing anything,” I played innocent.
“You’re gonna try and take what’s mine,” Skipper ruffed angrily.
“Naw, I’m just curious,” I woofed and looked the other way.
This was only making Skipper even more uncomfortable. He was still watching me, I could feel it, so with every glance I chanced, I had to make sure to look back to something else in the room. But even then, I could hear Skipper grumble and growl when he caught me checking.
So I moved again, this time hopping over to where he couldn’t easily turn to see me. Now I had him exactly where I needed him to be, all twisted around and super uncomfortable. I could see his back wiggle around, those legs kicking, trying to find a spot where he could feel safe again.
“Leeme alone!” Skipper barked as he wiggled under the table.
“But I’m not doing anything,” I woofed, trying to sound calm and cool.
“Oh yes you are!”
“Okay! Fine! I am!” I barked as I launched my attack, “Mine!”
And the race started. Skipper ran with the brush, dashing around every obstacle he could find, but I knew all his tricks. There was no way he was going to escape me. And all I had to do was be ready when he dropped the brush. Yes, the chase just had to go on long enough to start him panting for air.
And that’s when the door flew open. We’d been so preoccupied that no one had heard the keys jingling at the door. The thunder rumbled outside as Gracie entered the room. We froze, staring at her marching directly for us.
“Mine!” Gracie clearly stated and easily took the brush from Skipper.
And then the tickling began. Oh yes. We knew when to give up, but I guess we had this one coming. It’s always this way during the interrogations, like where did you find this? Oh, you weren’t up to anything at all? Then more tickling until we told it all.
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.