We knew right from the start that things were not going the way it was planned. Gracie had put our bowls and stuff in the dishwasher instead of letting us clean them properly (it is our job security). And none of this was my idea, let me tell you that right now. I don’t even like the dishwasher, but Gracie turned it on and then left us alone with it. And this is sort of how it went.
Now that we were alone with the dishwasher, it was time to consider what to do next. The food bowls were busy getting washed, and we were not really planning anything for the rest of the day. Well, we did want to go to the park, but that was not on the schedule for today.
I was just hanging out on the cool floor, but Skipper was up and annoyed with the rumble of the dishwasher. I could tell because of the way he was looking at it with his ears all laid back and his nose wrinkled up. Everything seemed normal at first, but Skipper would shortly change things up for us.
“Don’t do it,” I warned, eyeing Skipper carefully.
But he did it anyway. Skipper bounced up with a bark and a woof and pushed the door to the dishwasher, shaking everything. It shook so hard that the door opened up and out spilled all the soapy suds and such. Then the water started flying, sort of like when you’re in the park and the sprinklers start spraying everywhere.
“Run!” Skipper barked, his paws clicking as his paws skidded across the floor.
We both sat at the doorway, looking back into the kitchen from a safe zone. It was only getting worse though, the water started spreading the suds all over the place and it was creeping toward us. We were not worried in the least. Not at all. Well, it was getting worse though, so maybe just a little panic is due.
It wasn’t long after that the water chased us into the sofa room, making the carpet squishy and cold. It actually felt pretty good in the soggiest spots and the smell was sort of funky and curious. But when the suds started piling through the door, we knew things were getting serious.
“What should we do?” Skipper asked me, pawing the squishy rug.
I bounced up and down, enjoying the cool feeling of water between my toes. “I think we should hide.”
Hiding was not as easy as it sounds though. With everything slowly soaking in water, finding a spot that was high and dry with proper cover was not as easy as we originally thought. The only dry spot was on the sofa or under the bed, and under the bed was presently getting squishy while the sofa offered absolutely no cover at all.
“Maybe we should try stopping the washer,” Skipper whined.
“But how? We don’t have the proper paws for the job,” I whined back.
“We gotta try something!”
So we did. We tried. It was a very frantic and panic stricken attempt, but we did try. I splashed around through the soapy suds while Skipper spun circles on the floor in an attempt to gain traction. Pushing the door up into it’s place wasn’t that hard, but it did not want to stay there. We finally gave up after a few tries and retreated to the sofa to dry our paws off.
That’s when we heard the keys at the door. Oh, it was time to face the music, and it wasn’t playing our favorite tune.
“I think we’re in trouble,” Skipper gulped. “Let’s blame it on the goldfish.”
“TO BE CONTINUED…”
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.