Skipper was driving me crazy! He wouldn’t settle down long enough for me to scratch my ear. It was back and forth between here and the kitchen. He kept whining about how much his belly begged for food, and that no one was listening to him, and how Gracie wasn’t sharing.
The only one giving him any attention was Gracie’s mama. And my guess is that she was actually encouraging him because he normally would have settled down by now. But nope, he was fast at his little show, crying like an opera singer looking for some attention.
So this was all really annoying. And the most peculiar part about it all was that no one was even paying attention to me! Gracie was busy hanging up some fancy decorations in the sofa room while her papy was just hard at putting the shiny tree in the corner…it always seemed such an odd place to put one, but I liked it. And in the meantime, Gracie’s mama was whipping up something delicious in the kitchen. Amongst the projects, Skipper had found his place, prancing between all of them and begging for food.
Then it dawned on me, if everyone was hanging their attention elsewhere, then no one would ever notice me coming up with my own plans. The food sure was smelling delicious, and there was bound to be something left unattended on the table.
Casually, I trotted down the hallway and into the kitchen. Skipper was still running around the sofa room and the mama was busy at the counter laying the smackdown on some food stuffs. In that moment I was glad that no one wanted to eat me.
Sure enough, there was something sitting up on the table, just begging for a sniff. So I sniffed it. Smelled delicious. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t for me, but I wanted a taste. Maybe just a little taste. Just a little one won’t hurt anyone. Right?
I nudged the towel up and nibbled a little bit. Just a little bit, but enough to snag a piece of the loaf. It tasted wonderful. And it wasn’t enough. Just another taste, just to make sure it was really as good as I thought it was.
That’s when Skipper gave my position away.
“What? Give me a piece!” Skipper barked.
Then I had all the attention on me. Everyone was watching me chew the last bit of the fluffy warm loaf of awesome bread, but I don’t know if they were mad at me or just really jealous. Either way, it turned out bad for me.
But at least I had some peace and quiet locked in the bedroom all by myself.
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.