It was hot in here. We don’t know what happened, but the heat was on, and we were trying to stay cool about it. And that was getting harder with Skipper panting in my face constantly. I think he does that on purpose.
Luckily, Gracie had set up some things for us to help out. My ears were flowing elegantly in the wind and my nose felt funny. I don’t know what it is about fans, but they’re so awesome. The only trouble is wrestling for the spot in the front.
Skipper and I faced the wind, enjoying the breeze blowing in the house. It was calm for the moment, both of us had found our particular spots we liked best. I was content, and he was too. However, Gracie was not.
There was a hustle and a bustle as she marched from the kitchen to the bedroom, chattering to her phone thingy about how hot it was here. I think she was just making it hotter with all the attitude she was dishing out. But we dogs kept our cool, just hanging out right here in front of the fan, enjoying the breeze.
Skipper got up to go get some water. This was a mistake. With all that space now open for opportunity, I moved right on in and made myself comfortable. Now belly up and completely relaxed, the wind was blowing all over me, tickling my whiskers to my tail. Nice and cool.
“Hey, that’s my spot!” Skipper barked when he had discovered what had happened.
“Yeah, yeah, I think you could say that.”
“It’s mine, I claimed it first,” Skipper woofed in my ear.
“But I claimed it now. So it was your spot, now it’s mine”
So Skipper went to tell on me of course. Gracie didn’t even bother telling me anything, she just scooted me over with her foot and kept on with her thing she was doing with her phone. Skipper slumped right in and sprawled all over the place, making sure he took up every bit of space he possibly could.
Then I did the same of course. It could not possibly be avoided. It wasn’t long after that the wind stopped doing what it was supposed to do.
“It’s hot,” I woofed, trying to scoot Skipper away from me.
“It’s because of all your fuzz,” Skipper woofed back with a squirm.
After much discussion, we ended up with our paws in each other’s faces, and it was only getting hotter. A few flurries later, and we were utterly tired as well. And all the panting wasn’t making it any better.
And that’s when Gracie plopped down on the sofa, turning the fan on herself. Naturally, we claimed a new spot up on the sofa along side her. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but at least we had the wind in faces. Then Gracie pushed us both off the sofa and claimed everything for herself.
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.