Dante Adventure – The Games

map-309928_640There were dogs everywhere. Lots of dogs. Some big, others small. But there were a lot of them. And they were all running wildly through the park. We hadn’t even entered the gate and already there was a pack waiting for us to join them. All their tails wagging like flags eager to wave down a friendly passerby.

“Move out the way,” Skipper cried out as Gracie opened the gate and led us inside. “Alrighty then, what are we playing today?”

Some of the dogs woofed about the game of chase, others made noise concerning a game of buried treasures, while still there were those that yipped about a game of tug the rope. It was hard to tell, but I was pretty sure there were a few other games going on as well. It was just hard to tell with all the different yips and yipes.

“Let’s dig up some treasure then,” Skipper woofed as he followed along with some of the other pups. “I like treasure.”

Sure enough, the digging ground was already mostly yanked up. It was pretty much a muddy mess. One dog was rolling around in the cool moist parts, making sure that he was guaranteed a bath when he got home. Skipper looked around at the mess where other dogs were digging and quickly realized that if there was any treasure it was either eaten or gone by now. So we decided to do something else.

We tried the rope tug game, just to see how that was going. It was not going very well. You see, there was one big dog they called Tank, and he was on one side of the rope. On the other was a pack of dogs, most small, but a couple of bigger pups as well, and they were not on the winning side. Tank just pulled them right along through the grass as his opposing team pattered their paws trying to gain traction. So we decided to do something else.

The game of chase was interesting. Plenty of pups out there just racing through the obstacle course trying to pounce on one another. It seemed fairly well balanced and pretty open to new arrivals, so we tried our paws at it.

Skipper bounced along in his rabbit-like manner as he started pursuit of another dog about his size. While he did that, I took off after another dog that had a huge fluffy tail. It seemed reasonable since that tail was such a big target and not liable to get lost amongst the tunnels and other obstacles.

Not long after the start, I was pounced upon by another dog. She just hopped on my back, pushed off and bounced on top of the tunnels. Of course, mid-run, this sent me into a slide. I had never had that happen before. It was like I’d just been used as a step-stool.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” I barked.

“It’s part of the game,” the bouncy and pouncy pup yipped as she bounded across the top of the tunnels. “Don’t be so whiny.”

“I’m not whiny!” I barked and shook myself off.

That’s when I heard my little buddy whining. And he had good reason to as well. While I’d been stepped on by another pup, Skipper had managed to get himself hung up on one of the obstacles. He dangled half and half over either side of the beam. His little legs just kicking as he squirmed to do anything but stay stuck.

I raced over to him as another dog tagged him and yipped, “You’re it!” Skipper kicked some more, but couldn’t free himself. By the time I got to my little buddy, he was tuckered out. He just hung there, waiting for something to happen. So I grabbed his collar and tugged him off the beam, where he spilled onto the ground like a hunk of fur.

“You alright?” I woofed.

“Yeah,” Skipper wheezed. “Let’s play another game. This one is too ruff.”

Author:

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.