I couldn’t make out what it was I was supposed to be looking at. It was too far away and there were too many things to behold. To make things more difficult, the description of what I was supposed to be looking at was not exactly the best.
“See! Don’t you see it right now, that little thing with the stuff on the sides that’s sitting right over there next to the other thingy…” Skipper carried on with vague characteristics.
“Seriously, what is it I’m supposed to find?” I barked, getting annoyed.
“Don’t worry about that,” Skipper ruffed excitedly, “Just look at it, quick and hurry really fast.”
“I’m just gonna get closer to see,”
“No! You can’t see it from over there, you gotta be back here,” Skipper argued, barring the way to prevent me from getting any nearer to whatever it was I was supposed to see.
I continued staring at something…or nothing, searching for whatever it was I was supposed to see. This was actually getting boring and the initial excitement had worn off. I yawned and started making my way to the sofa.
“Not till you see what I’m trying to show you!” Skipper got in my way again.
I went around. This was getting boring and whatever it was probably wasn’t going anywhere soon. It’d pop up later, or maybe someday I’d see it. But no rush right now. I’ve got better things to do.
“Look, its right there,” Skipper hopped up on the sofa and perched to point. “It’s right there…Look!”
But I didn’t. Instead, I slumped on the sofa and curled up with my paws in the cushions for a nice comfortable napping position. I was sure to dream of romps through the park or maybe chasing a rabbit in the bush. Something fun.
“Wake up!” Skipper ruffed and bounced off me. “No sleep. Not for you.”
“I saw it already,” I lied, trying to be left alone.
“Oh yeah, then what is it?” Skipper challenged me.
I stuffed my face into the cushions and ignored him. This would only work for a while before the impatient digging began. It’s one of his more extreme tactics and reserved for special occasions and only when Gracie isn’t here. He knows he’ll get in trouble for the digging inside, especially on the sofa.
I wiggled deeper into the cushions, but it only bought me a few extra moments. I could already feel my tail getting tugged, and he was moving up my back to grab hold of my collar now. And when that didn’t work, I felt the paws begin to wedge their way under me and into the cushions.
“Just look at it!” Skipper barked, “That’s all you gotta do and I’ll leave you alone.”
After ignoring him and scooting under the cushions, I prepared for the digging to get serious. There was a brief moment of silence before the digging began to knock the pillows away and shove me around. Yes, it gets that chaotic. The paws slapped at my back and when he’d finally gotten to the back of the sofa, managed to get a good kick with his paws that pushed me right off the sofa and onto the floor.
“Stop it or I’m telling,” I barked and raced down the hall.
The chase went on for a while before we ended up running laps around the sofa. I’d slide around, then Skipper would try nabbing my tail, then I’d bounce over the sofa to throw him off. After a lot of fumbling and banging into the things, I ended up rolling into the wall. It was a hard hit, hard enough to knock something down. That something bopped me on the belly and bounced to the floor.
“See! There it is!” Skipper barked excitedly. “I knew you could get it for me!”
I looked and beheld the stuffed panda bear that Gracie kept on the shelf. It was quickly taken as Skipper dragged it over to his bed and snuggled up with it. All I know is Gracie is going to be so mad when she gets home. I’d better hide where no one can see ME!
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.