If I hadn’t found the ball, none of this would have happened. So yeah, I guess it is all my fault, but Skipper doesn’t need to know that. Right now, he’s still pondering in his mind how this could have possibly happened. I still don’t fully understand it all, but I’ve seen a few things in my days of being a dog.
It all started when I discovered an old ball tucked behind the place where the winter coat and hat hang. They had recently been moved, possibly to get the washing, so when I was sniffing around I discovered something wedged next to the vent at the bottom. It was the old super bouncy ball that was totally relentless at the slightest bop.
After some digging, I managed to get it unstuck and remembered all the old flavors of fun from time’s past. Ah, an excellent time we had, everyone chasing that ball everywhere. And I mean it was everywhere. One bounce and no one knew where it was going to end up.
Only one way to find out if this old ball still did the trick, and I let it bop the floor. Sure enough, it went racing away at high speed, just fast enough to leave me skidding around after it, but slow enough to keep up with. Skipper caught on shortly after that and we were bouncing all over the apartment.
The ball bounced all over the room and down the hallway. Finally, it came to rest in the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, just enough to allow the ball inside. We froze, hoping it would roll back out. But it didn’t, leaving it up to us to to get it back.
“I’m not going in there,” I woofed.
“Well neither am I,” Skipper shook his whole body.
“Let’s get Gracie to get it,” I advised, “Maybe she’ll play with us too.”
So we went to get our friend off the sofa. But this proved to be a far more difficult challenge than originally expected. We tried crying and whining, but that didn’t work. Then we started hopping up and down off the sofa, but all we got were pokes and shoves.
“You gotta get it!” Skipper whined, “Or else we’re not gonna leave you ‘lone.”
But Gracie wouldn’t listen, she just kept messing with her computing thingy. I guess whatever it is must have been way more important than our perilous situation. When it became apparent that we were not going to get her to help us, we decided to come up with a plan.
“Just rush in, grab it and get out,” I ruffed.
“Right, you rush in there and get it,” Skipper nodded.
“No, you rush, I’ll wait here to make sure you make it back.”
“Negative, I am the back up,” Skipper shook himself, “You’re the rusher.”
“I rushed the time before last when we agreed that you’d rush the next time and then I traded you my next time for the last time I rushed, don’t ya remember?” I tried to ensure confusion.
Skipper wondered for a moment before admitting I was right. Then after a few shakes, he rushed through the bathroom door and fumbled around for a moment before sending the ball flying back out into the hallway. It bounced around with super extreme bouncy maneuvers and finally slammed into the flowers on the table.
And now we’re here. Skipper is wondering how all this could have happened. And you know what? I am too. But Gracie, she knows. She reduced the odds of such a thing happening again and now that ball, the very special bouncy one, is gone. Gone forever. How could this have happened to us?
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.