Gracie was up and about early today, playing in the kitchen. Rustling bags told stories of food-stuffs and our attention was quickly fixated on what was for eats. And when the huge meat thing appeared, and seriously it was the size of a chicken or something, we knew the hunger was getting serious around here.
“Yes, yess!” Skipper barked when he saw the food.
But we weren’t eating it apparently. Instead, Gracie was putting it in the hot cabinet. The one we’re not supposed to ever-ever touch. Then we were quickly escorted out of the kitchen and herded up into the sofa room for some tickling and playing.
Gracie scooped under Skipper’s belly and rolled him over for a tickle. Of course I had to jump in with a helping paw, trying to annoy Skipper the best I could. Growls and giggles were mixed as the pup tried desperately to get away, but Gracie wasn’t letting go so easily.
But when I interfered too much, Gracie turned on me too. I was tackled, rolled over and the tickling began as Gracie’s long paws poked around to find my weaknesses. I wiggled and squirmed, but it was almost impossible to get away. Then my paws were at the mercy of pokes.
When I did finally manage to get away, I was tackled by my furry buddy. His short legs made it easy to get under me and trip my escape up. I rolled over and away, but Gracie was fast upon me, tickling and poking again. I was at the mercy of my friends.
Then I heard it. The scratching noise. It didn’t belong. Skipper had heard it too and was already on high alert. Ears up, everything froze and quiet surrounded us. Even Gracie seemed to detect the thing that did not belong.
“It’s in the kitchen,” Skipper barked. “It’s after the food stuffs!”
With that, the furry bunny tail searched for traction as he launched himself towards the kitchen to defend the food. I was after him with the quickness, Gracie not far behind. Yeah, when it comes to food, things do get a little serious around here.
“Where is it coming from?” I demanded from the noise or anyone who had an answer.
Then our group of three became a group of four. The newest addition scurried along the floor like a tiny ball of fluff. It stopped for only a moment to squeak a “hello” before rushing towards the box where our food was stored.
A tiny hole at the bottom filled for a moment and the mouse disappeared. “My food!” I barked and rushed to protect. Skipper was right with me. “Get out!” I barked to the mouse, “Get out of there!”
“You’d better not eat my food!” Skipper growled, pawing at the hole.
Our assault didn’t last any longer than that. Gracie grabbed us both and dragged us out of the kitchen. We were told to stay back as Gracie handled things. We watched carefully while Gracie worked. She shoved some stuff in the hole, which seemed strange to me.
“No, that won’t work!” Skipper barked.
“Yeah, you have to get it out, not keep it inside!” I agreed.
But instead of that type of plan or simply removing the mouse, the whole food box was being taken away. Skipper and I watched in horror as our food stuffs were taken out of the kitchen and out through the front door. And then Gracie was gone.
“NOOOO!” Skipper and I howled in disbelief.
“We have to find more food now!” Skipper woofed to me.
“I don’t know, let’s look around,”
The kitchen was of course our first stop. Searching high and low, I sought a scent of more food. Extra food. Ours was gone now, along with the mouse of course, but now we would surely go hungry. The mouse got all our food. And it was too tiny to even eat all of it!
“Nothing!” Skipper whined. “I found nothing.”
“There has to be something somewhere,” I whined back.
The door opened and Gracie returned…without our food. Skipper and I plopped down on the floor in defeat. We would surely starve now. What are we going to do now?
And then my belly grumbled…
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.