We had been traveling for a while now. So long and too long without a potty break. Many trees had been spotted along the way, but we stopped for none. It was boring with little more to do than to stare out the window and watch all the things pass by in a blur.
We weren’t stopping at all is what we’d been told, there was a schedule to keep and we had to catch up to it before it left us behind. So Gracie drove on past all the neat things that might have been so fun to investigate and explore.
I stared ahead out the front window, watching the horizon slowly grow darker and darker. That might have been normal if it were late, but it wasn’t. The sun was still bright above us, but there were clouds up ahead and it started to smell like rain.
By the time we were caught up in the shadowy sky, the wind had grown super strong, pushing us around. I could feel it even in here, and the howling was like a lonely pup in search of a friend. But that pup was terrible at making friends, so the howling always was.
Then the rain started slapping the windows. It was smacking and making all manner of noise, trying really hard to intimidate us. I hopped into the back seat with Skipper and we made sure the rain didn’t try getting inside the truck. It can make that ruckus all it wants as long as it stays out there.
Gracie was slowing down now, but still she refused to pull over for a break. We had to get through the storm was what she told us, even though we currently had to potty and the sound of the rain wasn’t making it any easier on my belly.
Then the ice balls started dropping too. It was tiny at first, but I saw them looking like little snow balls rolling around outside.
The lightning flashed outside, and the thunder made more noise. It was not cool. The inside of the truck would flash with light, and then the thunder rolled down my backbone and fuzzed my tail. I wonder what that feels like for Skipper?
Skipper started chewing on the seat again. He always does that when he’s nervous, but this time Gracie didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t seem to be paying attention to us at all right now, her only focus was what was ahead.
We were slowing down still, but with all the water splashing and the little balls smacking the windows, it seemed like we were going super fast through the pond or something. I finally gave up looking out the window and ducked for cover. That seat belt over there started looking like a wonderful chew toy to take my mind off such things.
Eventually we made it out of the storm, and the sun shone bright beyond the clouds that rolled through the sky. It was such a relief to see such a scene and to have all that wild stuff behind us now. Skipper finally had to stop chewing on the seat now that he’d been caught, and I popped back into the front seat to make sure the coast was clear.
When everything seemed clear, we finally pulled over for a break. I think Gracie was just as happy to get out and take a breath of fresh air as we were. So we tumbled out of the truck in our super excited manner… only to splash right into the mud. Gracie wasn’t that happy, but we sure were!
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.