Nixi raced around the kitchen, sliding as she turned the corners. It was a fun day for racing, and she was in the winning spot. Round and round they went, the pups clicking their paws on the slick floor and enjoying the odd sensation of sliding in the direction they weren’t facing.
This wasn’t a new thing for the pups, but it was a rarity that they could get away with it. You see, Brandon had stepped out for the morning, some sort of meeting he’d told them, and now it was a free-for-all at the apartment.
With no one home to scold them, who was going to tell? Who was going to get in trouble? No pup, that’s who. So it was all for the fun, the racing and the romping throughout the apartment, jumping on the bed and the such like.
Nixi slid past the chairs and hopped into the sofa room area where there was better traction. Shuffles followed after, sliding his hinder parts around as his rear paws tried to outrun his front end. Both pups leapt up upon the sofa and tagged each other until neither one knew who was “it.”
Then it was off to the bedroom to do battle again. The covers were already tossed onto the floor, pillows scattered about amongst the fresh laundry load that had not been put away properly. The mess was tangled and tossed around even more as the pups wrestled to find out who was going to be “it” this time.
After another bout, Shuffles raced out of the room and jumped on the bouncy ball, looking for a speed advantage in the game. Instead, he got the ball stuck under him and only two of his paws were touching the ground. But he kept on with the race, just a little bobbly now.
Nixi raced past Shuffles as he bounced into another wall, and made her way back into the kitchen. It was back to the slick sliding floor to test out her racing skills. But as soon as she went from carpet to slippery, she lost all control of her direction. Instead of a nice turn around the table, she slid right into the cabinet, breaking it open. She sniffed inside, but it was only pots and pans, and none of them needed cleaning. So it was left alone as she returned to the race.
Shuffles had finally gotten the ball out from under him, kicking it away as he lunged into the kitchen. His slide was perfect as well, landing him inside the open cabinet, clanging right into the pots and pans. But there was no time for that right now, he had to get back to the race.
This is how everything was when Brandon finally arrived home. It was a mess. His clothes were tossed around everywhere, the pillows were scattered, the rugs had been balled up into corners, and his blanket had been dragged into the kitchen for improved traction around the table.
But there were no pups to be seen. He called for them, but no jingling of tags or patter of paws to be heard. All was quiet except for the radio that had been left on to keep the pups amused. Brandon looked around, calling out to the mischievous pups, but they were no where to be found.
In the bedroom, both pups were passed out on the bed, snoozing away. They’d worn themselves out tearing through the apartment all morning long. Bandon looked at them so cutely cuddled together, slumbering sweetly…and then he jumped on the bed and bounced the pups into the air.
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.