Skipper and I ran. We were just running. In a circle. I guess it just worked out that way. We happened to be on a nice street corner where there were some other people and a big tree and plenty of obstacles. All of them came in useful.
Running away from the man that had pointed us out was easy, it was keeping him on the opposite side of the obstacles that was the tricky part. But we knew the dance. We’d practiced using the sofa on Gracie enough to have the skill.
There was a brief interlude of negotiations where the man stopped and tried to reason with us, but it wouldn’t work. Mostly it was because we didn’t understand a thing he was saying. It was some strange nonsense that didn’t have a thing to do with sandwiches or back rubs or cool toys, so we just ignored him.
Other people tried to get involved as they passed by, making things a little more complicated. While Skipper was low enough to the ground to evade any frisky fingers that were trying to snag a fistful of fur, I was up for grabs. Hand after hand reached out for my collar and a few for my tail. But I danced around all of them. I already told you, we’re good at this.
And then I was caught. It was more my fault though. I tried to go under the bench and the lady sitting there pushed me down to the ground. I was squished. I asked her to let me go, but apparently she didn’t understand anything I was saying. And the more I struggled, the more her paws clamped down on my back. I thought I was busted.
Luckily, we pups come in pairs. Skipper has never had a talent for braking and he slid right into us, throwing the lady off guard. It’s sort of like having the option of two sandwiches, do I eat this one or both…and when you go for both, you’re gonna drop one at some point.
I was free again, and the chase continued. There was no catching us. We had this game in the bag. But what was the prize? Was there a prize? Well, I guess not getting caught by some stranger was good enough for me at this point.
That’s when we realized the man wasn’t alone. Gracie had appeared and was now helping them chase us. This was weird. I never thought Gracie would team up with someone else against us!
“Do we stop?” Skipper barked to me. “Gracie is here now?”
“Yeah, but why is she helping the strange man?” I panted.
“Maybe the man is helping her?” Skipper yipped as he bounded around the tree again.
“Well then what do you want to do?” I cried.
So we stopped. But our pursuers did not stop. Instead, they ran right into us, causing quite the tumble. It was a mess. Skipper and I were back on our paws, staring at the stranger and Gracie in wonder. Why were they chasing us? Did we do something wrong?
With a huff, Gracie got back to her feet and snatched Skipper up, holding the hot dog tight. We needed water. I was thirsty too. The chase was over, Gracie had been found, and that’s when I realized how exhausted I was. Indeed, it had been an awesome playday.
Gracie held Skipper tight and led the way back home. I took one look back at the stranger, just to see what he was all about. He just looked up from his spot on the ground, tired too but also staring in wonder as to what had just happened. Maybe he was lost too. He should probably get a dog.
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.