The meal was nice, but the fun had yet to begin. Both Skipper and I had thought things were going to be just another day when we’d woken up this morning. And other than that pesky fiasco with the mouse in the house that had nibbled up all our food stuffs, things had simmered down to a normal day.
We weren’t counting on these visitors showing up. Now don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy other peoples coming by, especially when they have some treats and fun times to share. So when the doorbell rang, I was excited and my friends shared the same feeling.
Skipper and I beat Gracie to the door, sniffing and prodding for any information on who was out there. “Who is it?” I barked. No answer. At least not at first. Someone or something out there was making squeaking noises. They were familiar in a sense, much like the ones that Gracie makes before she gives kisses.
The door clicked and clacked before Gracie finally yanked it open. And there stood the family. Mama and papy smiled and entered. This is one of those moments you don’t really realize until later that your ears were about to pop off from all the excitement that suddenly seems to gather up there in my thoughts. You can’t think straight and everything seems to go radically fast. At least for the moment. When you do finally calm down, it all makes sense again, and if you thought back on it, you might think you acted like a fool. But that’s forgivable, especially when your family shows up to play.
The greetings lasted a while, mostly because they carried on down the hall and into the sofa room where it continued for a while relaxing on the couch. I told mama about the scary stuffed bear while Skipper told papa about the mouse in the house. It was a good conversation improved by the belly rubs and neck massages.
It was during these discussions that I smelled it. More food. Fresh food. I had thought our earlier meal was the special of the day, but it seems it wasn’t over yet. I guess we did have visitors now, so we’d better whip something up for a celebration.
Well, we aren’t. It’s more like Gracie is going to have to. After all, we pups aren’t allowed to prepare the food, not after what happened the last time… Yeah, Skipper ate what was on the table before anyone else knew it, and it wasn’t even ready yet. Talk about an upset tummy. Oh well, some lessons have to be learned the hard way.
But the good news is that there is much food soon to be had. The strange thing is, we weren’t going anywhere. I tried to peek up over the sofa to see into the kitchen, but it wasn’t happening. Skipper and I were now being held captive by mama and papa. I wiggled, but the paws dug into my fur, finding tickle spots to subdue me.
Skipper wasn’t having any better luck on his side. I could hear squeals and laughter as mama apparently tormented him and prevented any escape. It seemed there was no way out of this one. And no matter how wonderful the smell of food got, we weren’t getting anywhere closer to it.
I wiggled harder, but papa was strong, holding me tight as searched for more weaknesses. Then a plan came to me. I froze. My tail froze. I laid as still as could be, making sure to not even move a whisker. I waited. Papa’s paws tickled a little more before relaxing. Still I remained relaxed. The grip on me lightened up, and that was my moment.
The snake away from the grip of Papa was smooth, like water spilling out of my bowl. And before anyone realized I had escaped, I was at Gracie’s side, eyeing what goodies were up for eating. But as soon as my paws hit the counter top, I was nabbed from behind.
“Oh no you don’t,” papa said as he carried me out of that wonderfully tasty place. I stared back, watching Gracie prepare such wonderful delights that I could only imagine would melt on my tongue and warm my belly with awesomeness.
It was back on the sofa and back to being tickled that I quickly discovered there was no escape now. We were captives to be kept from filling our bellies.
“When do we eat!” Skipper squealed while I wondered the same thing, unable to woof a thing as tickles kept me in submission.
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.