The rooms were quiet again. Mama and Papa had left and the food festivities had ended. Even Gracie had gone out on some errands, none of which seemed to concern us at all. So we wound up just hanging out on the sofa, wondering what to do.
Skipper was actually dreaming of what to do apparently. His belly up and legs sprawled out in the air, I could tell he was in the midst of some fantastic adventure that likely involved chasing sticks, a ball, or maybe even my tail. This actually left me to my own thoughts and wonderings.
And when you’re in this type of situation where boredom kicks your creativity levels way up, you start thinking of some of the most mischievous, often devious things to do. So it shouldn’t surprise you that with a unsuspecting snoozing pup laying right next to me, I would just have to do what comes naturally in the world of dullness.
I nudged Skipper’s side, rolling him, very carefully mind you, towards the edge of the sofa. He didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late to stop from falling over.
“Wh- HEY!” Skipper yelped has he plopped on the floor. He shook off the surprise and turned to glare at me. “Why’d you do that?”
“I didn’t do anything?” I said with an innocent wag of my tail.
“Yes you did, you pushed me off,” Skipper continued his glare.
“Nope, don’t know what you’re barking about,” I insisted.
Skipper grunted and hopped back up on the sofa, giving me that “I know you’re lying” face. Then he slumped down in the corner cushions, checking and feeling for stability before closing his eyes. “I’ma sleeps.”
I did not say it but instantly thought the word “no.” This is unacceptable. It was too peaceful…too quiet. It was a little unsettling to tell the truth. And for some strange reason, rather than feel the need to snooze a bit, I wanted more than ever to get out and play.
But I was stuck in here, all the quiet and none of the action I needed. So I decided to lay on top of Skipper. It was more of a spur of the moment type of deal, but I knew it would get a rise out of the pup no problem.
I dropped all my fur on top of the unsuspecting pup and received a satisfying cry of surprise. I couldn’t help myself. He was my biggest source of entertainment, and his perpetual need to snooze made him an easy target for fun.
“What happened?” I asked with an innocent woof.
“You’re on me!” Skipper barked, squirming under my fluff.
“Oh, oops,” I apologized, “didn’t realize you were there.”
“Yes you did,” Skipper grunted, squeezing out from beneath me.
The rather agitated pup shook it off and glared at me. He was growing frustrated, but that was due to his lack of playfulness. All I wanted to do was play a game or something. He wanted to sleep. Since he was trying to snooze, it was easy to play a game in which annoying him was the goal. I was winning splendidly.
Skipper’s furry tail waddled away from the couch and back into the sleeping room. He only believed he would have sanctuary in there. Oh how he was mistaken. I followed at a distance, bearing in mind that surprise made the annoyance much more entertaining.
As soon as the pup hopped up on the bed, I bounded into the room and snuggled in his “favorite” spot. I flopped my tail around excitedly, just to let him know it was all a game to me. I withstood the glare for a while, but eventually moved off to the side to let the pup have his spot.
Skipper huffed as he slumped down and searched for comfort. At this point, he could have none even if I wasn’t messing with him. His mind was trying to anticipate my next move, so his eyes couldn’t even close to try to get some sleep. He was trained on me, glaring in annoyance.
I sat there, watching him watch me. Then he blinked. So I pounced. It was a nice one and I didn’t even pounce at him. The pillows were ruffled and the bedding was made a mess as I danced back and forth, never once landing on my friend, but nonetheless bothering him in insurmountable levels.
“All I want is some peace and quiet!” Skipper barked.
I smirked and replied, “Well then…no.”
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.