Behind the apartment door, pups sitting so calm and sound
Comfy on the sofa, so they sat around
Relaxing with their bestest pal in the warm glow of the tree
There were covers tossed about, fluffing up the scene
Though the pups cared not to keep them clean
Rolling and tumbling, sheddings of fur rubbed off like a mound.
“I hear something,” the fluffy one shouted,
annoying the other that had earlier pouted
Of how lonely all the presents did seem
Circling beneath the Christmas tree still covered up
by wrapping papers of which there was more than enough.
Oh how he whined that it was far too crowded.
But the young lady had denied the pups access
To the treasures hidden beneath the branches
Perhaps with some buttering up the pups wouldn’t have it so “ruff”
But what does one do about the sound beyond
That had caught Skipper between a bark and a yawn
Sort of sounding like someone asking for cheezy flavors
Oh, just a critter small and tiny who hid amongst the pantry’s shiny
cans full of food and stuffs, probably looking for cheeze puffs
The mouse could wait, patiently though,
long enough for the pups to go
somewhere else, not here that’s for sure…
Cheeze puffs were under attack, but the pups had the cure
“Safe in our bellies,” was the battle cry
Away from the mouse that was nigh
The thief of cheezy stuffs whose name was Shawn.
With broom in hand, Gracie swung the door open
And Shawn bounced out while the pups started flopping
Claws slid on the kitchen floor as they all tried to fly
Zig-zag in pattern, the mouse scuttled away
Zipping for the pile of presents, where he could stay
Hidden until morning he hoped was the tradition
Of the pups who were still amidst panic and collision
But the story can’t stop here, oh not even close
For once the group had mustered themselves they chose
Gracie with broom in hand to lead the way
Carefully they crept near to the tree
Hoping that with their number of three
The mouse was outmatched like all other foes
The team was unstoppable and they’d made it this far,
Charging forth with yips and barks and Gracie armoured with scarf
An early present from ma and papa who were not here to see
The wild chaos dancing around the christmas tree
Presents were batted here and there
The broom sweeping and doing it’s share
Of making a mess this one time a year.
Which was a nice change in career.
They never did find the mouse they’d sought
Just made a big mess out of all the gifts that they’d fought
So hard to keep safe, and now what a mess
Dressed the sofa room’s floor because of the pest
Up high in the tree, the tiny eyes did study
As the search went on but found nobody
He nibbled the decorations, a cheezy puff strung on the string,
And chuckled to himself,
No one will ever find where Shawn the mouse is hiding.
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.