Gracie sat at the kitchen table, doing something with the papers. She shuffled them about, making all the racket and never really seeming to achieve whatever it was she was trying to do. I tell you, people do some really strange stuff sometimes.
Skipper and I didn’t have the slightest clue to what our friend was up to, and we really didn’t care what it was. Unless it had something to do with an awesome recipe for dog biscuits, it would probably never even matter to us.
What did matter was telling Gracie about the thing. You see, while she was busy doing whatever it was she was doing, Skipper and I had discovered the thing. And of course, we had to tell our pal about it immediately. Seriously. Gracie needed to know about the thing and urgently.
So we tried to tell her. I was up first, but it was hard enough to get our friend’s attention. I tried some silly semantics, but the rustle of more papers was the only reward I received. Even when Gracie did finally notice me, it was like she didn’t even understand a woof coming out of my mouth. With a simple smile, she went right back to coloring on the papers or something.
So Skipper gave it a try. He wiggled and danced and even tried to get up on Gracie’s lap, but it was all to naught. Even his woofs and whines to gain attention did little but get an ear rub and a push down.
“Now what do we do?” Skipper asked me.
“Well, we could always cause a ruckus,” I recommended. “That always gets her attention.”
“Yeah, but we’ll get in trouble,” Skipper sighed.
“Not if she sees the thing,” I woofed. “The thing is way to interesting, so she’ll have to stop and check it out. Then maybe she’ll forget about us causing a ruckus and such.”
“Maybe…” Skipper made a pondering face, his ears flicking as ideas spun around in his head. “But what if we just bring the thing over here instead!”
“No way, we can’t move the thing,” I drew back in surprise at such an idea. “The thing can’t be moved or else it won’t be as intriguing…it’s probably more interesting just because of where it is!”
“Yeah, you’re right. That is such a weird place for the thing to be. And I don’t even think we can reach it without making a ruckus in the first place,” Skipper agreed.
I nodded my head and woofed, “Okay, let’s just do the ruckus thing and get it over with…then Gracie will HAVE to see the thing and we’ll win.”
So we started a ruckus and it was a major one. I chased my tail and tried to catch Skipper at the same time. Skipper danced and pranced about the floor, skidding side to side as his little paws tried to catch traction on the slick floor. (who needs a television when you have dogs?)
Gracie was up and chasing us both before we even knew it, so Skipper and I synced up and headed for the hallway, making a break for the room where the laundry was kept in store. The light was on, shining upon all the stuff in the room…even the thing that was so interesting.
Skipper and I froze at the door just to check to make sure we were being followed, then we dove into a pile of laundry and peered up at the thing that hung from the ceiling. Only moments later did Gracie finally arrive, joining us but not taking notice of the odd thing that was not supposed to be there.
Instead, Gracie eyed us with her big eyes, making the face and scolding us. But that all stopped when the thing finally did a thing. And finally, Gracie understood. She knew how interesting the thing was. In fact, she got so excited about it that she screamed and ran away, probably eager to tell the neighbors.
We waited for our pal to return, hopefully with an audience. The thing was just so cool to watch. It would occasionally flap it’s wings at us, probably waving ‘hello’ to be polite before going back to sleep as it hung from it’s strange place on the ceiling.
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.