Dante Adventure – The Search

man-797056_640I looked around, Skipper ran a lap around the tree next to us, and the cat was long gone across the rooftops. We had lost Gracie somewhere along the way, and we had no idea where she was.

“We have to find her, she might be getting into trouble!” Skipper ruffed.

“Which way should we go though?” I sniffed the air. “She could be anywhere.”

“Let’s just go back the way we came…” Skipper barked and then looked around.

We hadn’t really paid attention to which direction we’d come from. It was just sidewalk and road and this tree. And the buildings…don’t forget the buildings. But all those look just like the rest. It’s not like at the park where you can tell every tree one from the other.

I looked one way then the other and tried to figure out which way we needed to go. It wasn’t that easy. But at least I knew better than to cross the street. I knew we hadn’t crossed the street and that was way to risky.

“Should we split up?” Skipper asked. “You go this way, I go that way?”

“No way,” I barked. “Then one of us will still be lost when we find Gracie.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.” Skipper snapped at a bug that was buzzing around the tree.

“Let’s just go this way,” I ruffed. “I think I remember running past that pole back there and I need to mark it anyway.”

So we made our way down the sidewalk, careful not to bump into any of the people that were wandering to and fro. Most of them didn’t even pay attention to us, but a few gave us peculiar looks, probably wondering what we were doing without our friend.

“Hey, have you seen a lady wandering around here?” Skipper asked one man. “She’s really tall and likely has a lost look on her face.”

Skipper asked a few others the same question, but none of them answered him. They just looked at us confused like they’d never seen a pair of pups before. Maybe they were lost too. You know what, they didn’t have any dogs with them, so they probably were.

We wandered around until we found the food. Oh yes, there was food. Lot’s of it. They were cooking it inside, so getting in was a problem. We stopped by the open doors and sniffed the scents of the air floating out. All manner of food stuffs were being prepared within. But there was a problem…no dogs allowed. A man had emerged from the doorway and told us this, pointing to a sign on the door. I couldn’t read, but he made it clear enough.

So we made our way further up the walkway to see if we could find Gracie. We stopped by a few places to mark our path, just in case we lost our way. But I was pretty sure we were on the right path. Things looked familiar. We both started to recognize some of our surroundings. Gracie couldn’t have wandered that far.

Then we saw the man. He was pointing at us vehemently and shouting, “There they are!” We were busted. I don’t know for what, perhaps it had to do with the spaghetti incident last week. Whatever it was, it felt like we were in trouble.

Skipper barked, “Run!” So we did…


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.