There is no escape. Skipper and I were caught, and now we were tied up with no way out. If he hadn’t tripped me, I would have probably gotten away, but here we are. Caught, trapped, busted, and bound to the confines of this room. And there was no way of escape.
“It’s all your fault,” Skipper chimed in just to rub the dirt in a little deeper.
“Wadaya mean it’s my fault!” I ruffed back grumpily. No one likes being confined like this.
“You made us trip just when Gracie was getting her second wind,” Skipper blamed me.
“No I most definitely did not! You tripped ME!”
“Whatever! It’s still your fault we’re here.”
Skipper huffed and settled his nose into his paws, sighing as we waited for things to change. There doesn’t seem to be any real reason for us to be here, Gracie just suddenly decided that we needed to be trapped here in the kitchen. And it isn’t the worst place to be stuck, it’s just that we’re stuck. And being stuck is boring and boring stuff is the worst.
“You know what? I’m getting out of here,” Skipper suddenly announced.
“We need to stay here, we’re stuck anyway,” I retorted.
“But I wanna see what she’s doing…what if she’s throwing the ball for some other dog?”
No way,” I ruffed, “she’d never do that.” But I thought about it and what if that was true? Was she thinking about bringing some other dog to take our place? What is it that we aren’t supposed to see?
I couldn’t smell anything, but I’ve had stuff sneak up on me before. My leash held me back from searching any further than the rug, but I could hear Gracie doing things somewhere down the hallway. And suddenly I was wondering what was going on around here. Why were we stuck?
Skipper wasn’t interested in any inquisitive investigation, he was already busy rubbing against the table leg, wiggling and trying to get out of his collar. When that didn’t work, he resorted to crawling through the chair legs, where things always got caught up. And sure enough, he managed to get his leash caught and backed up, squeezing those big ears of his back through the collar and he was loose.
“I did it!” Skipper barked, “Now let’s go!”
“But I’m still stuck!” I ruffed, wiggling against the leash too.
“No time to worry about such trivial things, let’s get going!”
And Skipper was off and bounding down the hallway, barking his head off and demanding to know what Gracie was doing in such a top secret fashion. I waited for him to return with information, but when the barking stopped suddenly, I grew anxious.
Then the paddle of paws moving swiftly in my direction made my ears perk up in anticipation. Yes, he hadn’t forgotten about me, and perhaps there’s some good news about what’s so secretive about all these things.
Skipper raced around the corner and hid under the table, “We gotta hide, it’s bad,” he woofed.
“What? What is it?” I demanded.
“It’s Gracie…She, she…”
“What is it already? Tell me!”
“It’s terrible, so terrible. Gracie is preparing to bath us…”
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.
