Dog Journal – Entry 201: Fur Me?

dog-4335948_640I knew that something was out of the norm. My friend was trying to sleep in late, which is totally unacceptable. Pulling out all the pounces, I did manage to finally get him up and back on schedule. However, the regular routine was to be put on hold.

Things were a little different today, even the cat knew something was up and was presently awaiting my arrival from her hiding spot in the shiny tree. I was batted on the ear as I passed by on my way to the door.

By the time we got back inside (the snow was far too cold this early in the morn but I had to romp through it all at least once), everyone was already waiting for us in the sofa room. The breakfast was more of a snack thing, a biscuit and some sweet smelling drinks to be sipped and slurped. This seemed a little absurd at first, but I went with the new plan. Perhaps it involved some fun new game.

There was an odd game going on this morning. It was a different one, completely out of the norm. Everyone was gathered around, piled up on the sofa while the young ones were dancing around and making their happy sounds. I gave it a few woops and woofs, not really knowing what I was supposed to be doing, but it was fun.

The boxes that I was never ever supposed to touch (don’t even sniff at them) were now being passed around, everyone gathering something for themselves amidst the giggling and the young ones dancing around. But when I realized I didn’t have anything, I had to ask. I mean, there’s gotta be at least one thing for me.

After getting my friend’s attention, I explained the situation to her and asked about any goodies assigned to me. And as it turns out, there is one. A nice big one. It even had the paper stuffs wrapped all around it with a big bow on top. The bow was not for eating, but I was allowed to rip the paper. It sounded so wonderful, just like back in my puppy days.

And guess what I got! Yes, they hadn’t forgotten to get me a thing. My friend tossed the ripped paper and handed me the bone. I sniff, I taste, and then I take. So while the rest of my friends inspected their new goodies, I enjoyed mine. It was a very happy day indeed.

Nixi Adventure – Countdown

time-3573849_640There wasn’t anything Nixi could do now, she was trapped. Trapped in a most comfy place at least, but there was no escape to be found. Perhaps if things had not been so perfectly arranged she would not have been tempted to be in the one spot that sprung the trap.

Yes, there was indeed a trap set, but it wasn’t meant to be a trap. The decorations for the evening were up and shiny, ready to bring in a brand new year, and Brandon hadn’t considered the nosy pups being so nosy.

Nixi wiggled in the laundry basket, squirming to get up the side. But the basket wasn’t falling over like it normally would. She’d been in this predicament before, but today there was something keeping it held fast to the ground. So the pup was stuck and everyone else was busy at the moment.

Brandon was getting some of the snacks ready while a few friends were hanging out around the sofa room, watching some exciting pictures on the television box. Shuffles watched as well, mesmerized by the flickering lights and shadows that darted around the screen. He couldn’t quite make them out, but he knew one of them was a cat. It had to be the cat. It was always the cat.

“Hey!” Shuffles barked, trying to climb up on the stand. “I see you…Come here!”

Very quickly, the battle ready pup was quickly escorted away from the television and into the kitchen. At least he was now with his pal, and just in time to put in a request for some snack favorites. He was not entreated though, but continued to beg with many skillful techniques.

The time was nearing, and the group was gathering, ready to celebrate a moment in time. Brandon waited with his friends, Shuffles still patiently waiting nearby for someone to make another mistake and spill their snacks again.

The comotion grew in anticipation. Brandon stared intently at his clock, counting to himself while others counted aloud. Shuffles counted the crumbs and Nixi was somewhere off on her own, all alone.

Nixi howled from her trapped location in the bedroom. She could hear the excitement out beyond the confines of her space, and she wanted so badly to be a part of it. “Awooo!” Another howl was issued, a request for help.

Finally Brandon realized that he was missing someone from the party. With speed and quickness, he darted from one room to the other, ready to the rescue. With an eagle eye, he spotted his missing friend and snatched up the captive puppy, cradled her under his arm and made a mad dash to join the others.

There were shouts of excitement, the whole group whistling and jumping around in joy and good cheer.  Nixi was super excite herself, taking in everything, pleased with the apparent extreme approval that she’d finally been found. Today was definitely a good day to have friends like this.


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.

Dog Journal – Entry 200: Shave and a Furcut

dog-salon-4096457_640I really like being all furry and fuzzy. I’m warm in the winter and it keeps me cool in the summer. And of course, it makes me look really handsome, at least that’s what my pal tells me. Normally, such a wonderful coat as mine would have no downside to it, but somehow it does. Not only does my fine attire cause this problem, but it ends up being the very thing that ends up getting chopped up.

Yes…it definitely feels like it’s getting the chop when it comes time to get “groomed.” Pupsonally, I think my coat looks good all the time, but my friend  has her own ideas it seems. The result is a terrible idea if you ask me, but no one ever does.

Getting my fur cut is totally annoying. I spend most of the time just running away and finding a good place to hide in hopes that she’ll forget about the whole thing. This has the possibility of consuming at least an hour, and on a good day I can get the whole afternoon. But that’s when I’m on a roll.

The sound of the clippers is super scary and definitely spurs the race in me. The first time I ever saw them, I thought it was a cool toy we were going to play with or something to chew. Well, it was something that did chew. And it ate up a whole lot of my fine fluffy coat. I felt naked.

I tried negotiating my way out of this the first couple of times I ended up in this situation. But nothing I tried seemed to work. I even tried my perfect cuteness at the maximum level and still it didn’t work. If anything, it seemed to get me into more

My friend has been quick to corner me in the bathing room, so even evasion has little success rates. And that’s when the clipping begins. It started with the snipping off of the tangles in my fur and a whole lot of tugging. I can feel the snips, every click that makes some more of my luscious coat fall to the ground. But no amount of whining will compel her to stop until it’s done.

The brushing is probably the best part though. Definitely a relaxing time after such a rough episode. Right away, I can tell that I’m missing a whole lot of me. Tufts here and there on the floor tell me what I’m missing. But at least there’s no more tangles to tug and pinch.

One thing I’ve dreaded, and it’s not always come to pass, is the bath to be had afterwards. Luckily, this particular grooming session did not come with one. So I get to finally relax on my favorite rug and enjoy the fresh warm air flowing through the vent to tickle my fresh new fur-do.

Rocky Adventure – Anxiously Waiting

dog-342065_640I had waited all night for my friends to get up, and now I was dog tired. I tried to nap, sleep and just try my hardest to pass the time, but it took forever. At least it felt like it did. Even the rhythmic snoring of the old man would not lull me to snoozes.

When my friend did finally get up, he was slow to move and get things started. His funny pajamas were covered in a big robe and we were off to do the things of the day. The schedule was to be expected as normal, a nice breakfast followed by a short visit to the backyard to make sure all the things were where I left them last night, and then it was directly to the living room for the main event.

The breakfast was quick and fast, not something I would have preferred to have been so, but was quite delicious. Yes, I got the sneaky treats, some sweet food stuffs that the old man shared. I don’t really know what it was, but it really didn’t matter.

The yard was quickly inspected afterwards, and I’m sure all the things checked out okay, but there was no time to waste here. We needed to get on with things. You know, move this day along so we can get to the good stuff. But the old man insisted that we do a good job outside, so I sniffed and checked a few things out to satisfy any questions my friend might be juggling inside his mind.

Then it was finally time to do the thing. Yes, we were finally going to find out what was in those boxes under the tree. I had been wondering what my friend was hiding in them. Such a strange practice to hide things from me and keep them secret. Perhaps one of the most annoying things about it was that these presents were hidden right in plain sight. I sniffed and searched for the answer to what lay inside, but never have figured it out.

I was allowed to finally open my box. The problem here is that I do not know how to open this box. I don’t think I ever have learned such a skill, but there is a season for everything. And the time is now…so let’s get to it!

Unexpectedly, the box put up a whole lot of fight. I thought I had it cornered, pinned and set for defeat. But the covering kept deflecting my digging and scratching. I quickly resorted to nipping and chewing at the wrappings in a desperate attempt to get at the goods. Small bits began to fall to the floor and soon enough bigger chunks were coming off. I was getting closer.

However, I did not get to finish opening my gift. The old man took it from me and began tearing off the paper wrappings. He did so very quickly, effortlessly, a skill which I have yet to acquire.

“Not so fast!” I barked. “That’s mine! You gave it to ME!”

With that, the box was set down and opened before me, revealing the secrets stashed inside. I looked and behold, there was more paper. What? This is madness. There was plenty of that on the outside, I could have settled for that without all the anxiety of wondering what was within. To my surprise, the old man reached down through the paper stuffs and pulled out a very nice toy. One that was a big ball, a rope and a little ball all done up together in a fancy conglomeration of fun.

“Yay!” I whooped, dancing a little, “Give it! Lemme see!”

And I had it. All that waiting and wondering had finally ceased at last. I had my new toy, a fancy one at that. Now if only I could convince the old man to put away his gifts so we could play with mine.


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.

Dog Journal – Entry 199: What’s This?

the-christmas-tree-1081321_640I have been watching my friends do their thing in the sofa room for a while now, and I’m pretty sure they’re doing it all wrong. I just don’t understand what they’re doing with the tree and why they’ve put it inside, particularly where my choice napping spot usually is. Now I will have to find another one, but in the meantime, I can’t stop watching this strange event.

Earlier this afternoon, my friend lugged in this very fine tree and I thought he’d finally been convinced to play the fetching game inside. But a whole tree? Seemed a little extreme but I wasn’t about to turn down a cool opportunity for a fun game.

But nope…it turned out the whole thing was some sort of decoration, like the lamp and the table that I can’t jump on anymore (I was told I can’t use it to hop up on the sofa anymore). They stood it up, which took some serious time and effort, probably more than it should have because both of them seemed to be upset that things were not going according to plan. And after that, they brought in the boxes.

Now I thought that was great, boxes full of jingly toys and such. But once again, I was not permitted to play with them. And I say a whole mess of shiny balls in there waiting to be thrown. No one threw anything though. Instead, they started pinning them up on the tree. After that, they started stringing things that would have been the perfect tugging toys for a game.

Just as things seemed to be wrapping up, and I had to go potty pretty bad now, they turned on the lights. Yes, there was much light to behold, perhaps too much. Never in my whole year of being a puppy had I ever seen such a thing. Perhaps though, a memory that seemed to be very distant now. I was in a box and out I hopped to meet my new friend. And the lights…they were like this? No, this is a new thing, it has to be.

Then, as if to distract me from the required business I needed to take care of outside, my friends brought in the boxes, a few of them right now, all shiny and smelling sweet. Still, I was not permitted to have these either, and that was sort of getting annoying. I have no idea what’s going on anymore, and here I am, needing to go potty and everyone else is just playing around this shiny tree. Won’t someone pay attention to me?

Dante Adventure – Early Presents

birthday-1670415_640I was enjoying the early present, such an awesome thing to get. Beneath the tree I’d spotted it and Gracie gave me permission to have it right now. No, I do not have the patience to wait for something like this. I had to have it, especially since Skipper had already been eyeing it suspiciously. So before he could get it, I asked to have it first. And I got it. So here I am, just this huge bone and me…together.

However, Skipper still really really wanted my chewy treat, his creeping nearing the no-go zone demonstrating his growing confidence. He knew I wasn’t going to give up my awesome treat very easily. This however did not persuade him to find something else to chew on instead of my goodies.

“You better back off,” I ruffed gruffly.

“Come on! Let me…” Skipper woofed and stretched out towards me while wiggling his hinder quarters to make himself as cute as possible.

I ignored him, but he rolled around and tried his best to entertain me in a clever act to distract. No such thing would get me away from my bone though, and my chomping and gnawing continued despite such things going on about me.

Even Gracie occasionally passed by, teasing me as though she’d take the very gift she’d given me. This did effectively panic me and I had to cover my treat as well as possible to keep it mine. I used my furry paws to make sure my treat was covered as good as possible.

After some very convincing woofs, Gracie decided that she really did not want this particular treat and that it was in good paws with me indeed. Then I was left to my chewing and all seemed safe for the moment.

But Skipper had moved locations while I had been busy with Gracie. Now he was closer. Yes, very much the closer to me…and my bone. So I wiggled myself away from him, making sure to turn to the side just in case he tried a blitz. Being this way, I may have a way to get away.

“Look over there!” Skipper barked excitedly, looking somewhere off into another room.

“You’re tricks won’t work,” I gruffed again. “Just go away and leave me…”

“No tricks, no tricks!” Skipper barked excitedly and darted away.

Okay, now that was odd. I did not follow though, just in case it was a trap. Instead, I listened for anything out of the ordinary. Skipper was scuffling around somewhere in the hallway, sort of like he had a hold of something, Gracie was being quiet, probably doing her work or something boring, the warm air was whistling through the vents, and somewhere in the distance a cat meowed to the sound of a can being opened. Seemed pretty ordinary, and since all was well, I returned my attention to the treat.

“Look!” Skipper barked as he dragged this new thing into the room. “I got something for me!”

Indeed, Skipper had ended up with a treat of his own. An odd one though, not exactly the normal chewy thing one might enjoy. Sort of wonky and obtuse, perhaps a little silly if you had that sense of humor. But he was liking it fairly well. After much wrestling and wiggling, he finally managed to get situated right in front of me. It was sure that he wanted me to see him enjoying his treat.

So we sat peacefully from thereon, both of us enjoying our treat beneath the glow of the shiny tree. But I wonder what Gracie got…what sort of present did she get? Uh-oh, I’d better find something…and quick!


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.

Dog Journal – Entry 198: I Have a Friend

dog-454145_640One of the awesome things about being me is that I have a pal to pal around with. Yeah, it’s great and the best part is, we’re the bestest friends. I’m pretty sure we’ve been friends since I was a little puppy in fact, all those many moons ago. And even though I’m getting a little older now, we always find some fun to get into.

My friend is always around to keep me company, so I don’t have to worry about being alone. At least not for too long. Of course my friend has to go do all the stuff and get the food things and snacks and who knows what else is out there. But he always comes back, just like he promised.

And when we do have time to play, he prefers to throw the ball most of the time, but I have to bring it to him. If I don’t, then he goes back to doing whatever it was he was doing before. But if I bring him the tug’n rope, I can drag him out of his comfy seat so he’ll play the full game with me.

But we’re not always having fun together at home. When we go on trips, he let’s me be the navigator, but I really have no idea where we’re supposed to be going. But we eventually find a place to be, and then we’re there. So our teamwork works out at the end of the day.

We’re such a great team, he even shares his food with me…sometimes. Well, mostly he’s just a messy eater and drops a whole bunch of goodies. Occasionally I’ll get a bite of a something he’s got, but only after a whole lot of persuasion and some dancing and showing off some cool tricks and singing a good song for him.

Possibly the best part is that he always reminds me that I am the good girl so I won’t forget. I think all pups need to hear that, because we do tend to be a little forgetful sometimes. That’s okay though, I always know my friend’s around to back me up when I need it most.

I’m thankful for my friend, I don’t know who gave him to me, but I do know I wouldn’t have picked any other friend I’d rather be pals with than this one. Now if only he’d learn how to cook on his own…

Nixi Adventure – Race Around the Christmas Tree

christmas-picture-3877444_640There were boxes opened and currently being explored. Nixi could smell the familiar scent of the year. It was a common practice to do such things and Brandon was enjoying the treasures, examining each one as he brought it over to the tree he’d put in the corner. The scent of all the glowy things and trinkets of old had filled the room and the pups were patiently watching to see what would emerge from the box next.

Out came some more shiny balls, tinkling and dinking as they bopped against one another. These were so totally cool, but neither pup was permitted to play with them. And Brandon was definitely not going to throw them. Instead, they were also hung on the tree along with all the other trinkets.

“When are you gonna find something for us to play with?” Shuffles whined again.

Brandon just ignored the impatient pups and continued with his agenda. Yes, he was taking his time and enjoying each ornament that the box held, perhaps remembering things of time past, smiling every now and then without even realizing it.

This was odd to the pups who did not have time for such things. When it’s playtime it is the time to play. And with all those cool toys stored away, how could anyone pass up such an opportunity. Nixi huffed and Shuffles puffed, but Brandon remained calm and tranquil.

When the pups thought there would be no end to this long wait, Brandon finally finished things up by plugging in the tree. The room burst robust with light and the pup’s eyes shined like stars as they too drew in the splendor of such an event.

“This is pretty cool…” Shuffles eyed Nixi ever so slyly

“It sure it,” Nixi continued the thinking like the sneaky pup she can be, “cool enough for a race around!”

With that, the pups began circling the base of the tree, their path aglow with sparkly light and the sound of music that saturated the normally quiet apartment keeping the pace. Nixi was first to chase, then Shuffles was tagged and he was it. But he didn’t like to be it, so he was quick to pass it back to Nixi. And she didn’t like being it either, so she had to tag her friend back.

Brandon’s face had started out calm and quiet, but was now eyes wide open in surprise. The pups must be stopped or they’d surely knock something over. One does not always consider that they must dog-proof everything around the home, but it would be wise to do so in the future.

However, the race must be stopped, and Brandon was quick to join in the chase. This threw the game for a loop though, because there were suddenly two that were “it” according to the rules Yes, there are rules and they must be followed. We can’t just have everyone chasing and nobody running…right?

So it became official, Brandon was now permanently “it.” He was stuck with it too. So it’s a good thing the pups didn’t want to be it. It all worked itself out in the end. What a wonderful evening for a game this has turned out to be.

“Yeah!” the pups yelped in unison as they fled into another room, “We knew you’d finally find the funstuff…even if it took you all day!”


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.

Dog Journal – Entry 197: Old Dog, Young Pup

dog-2234313_640My friend is such a grouch sometimes. I think I’m a super friendly doggy, but my friend is the complete opposite. Well, he’s not exactly mean. He’s just grumpy all the time. Even when it’s food time, he eats like the grumpy dog, super fast and ruffing at everything to leave him alone. I once saw him get upset with his tail for wagging too much.

By the way, he’s older, much older than me. So I’m up and racing around all the time, and I totally run circles around him. He just naps here and there, waking up just long enough to find a less comfortable place to nap. I once asked him why he likes the uncomfy places, and he told me that it’s so when he finds a comfy spot, it feels so much better.

Sometimes I try bringing him the ball, but he just let’s it roll away. Even though he’s awake and watching me, he still totally ignores my attempts to play a game with him.  At first I just thought he was just being lazy, but he told me he’s just tired. All the time he is tired. That sounds totally boring and I never want to be an old boring dog. I will be the happy old dog when I’m old.

Well, I was bored one day and our pal had gone off to play (she told us it’s all work and no fun), and decided to get my buddy to join in a game. But he refused and just rolled over and snuggled the sofa some more. The whining didn’t work, and neither did the gentle shoves or the digging. I was going to have to get a little rough.

When I tried wrestling with him, you know biting his ears and practicing my best tackling techniques, I found myself very surprised. It turned out that this was my old friend’s specialty. He was a wrestler all along and quickly had me pinned without a way out.

I had to learn this awesome skill, but he wasn’t exactly eager to tell me. I begged him to tell me, but he began to mosey on away in search of a new place to nap. So I tackled him again, and was rolled back over onto my belly and he pinned me with his paws. Then he began snoring with his weight still pinning me to the floor.

We stayed there until the keys jingled at the door when the old dog finally got off me to investigate things. Luckily for me, our friend had arrived home because I had to go potty in a serious way, and being pinned under an old pup wasn’t exactly a comfortable place to wait it out.

I’ve been practicing some new tackles on the sofa recently, but my old grumpy friend still won’t let me know his secrets. He tells me that he’ll show me when I’m older. But when I’m old…what if I turn into a grumpy dog too? Then who will I try out all those secret awesome moves on then?

Rocky Adventure – Dog Piles

leaves-984544_640The old man raked up the leaves into fun piles for me to jump into. This is one of my favorite things to do, and he knows it. That’s why he makes sure the piles aren’t too big or too small. They’re just right for a good pouncing.

However, Buck was beating me to the pouncing. Because he was such a hound, his body slammed into the leaf piles and utterly destroyed them. All the work and effort the old man had put into getting things just right had been scattered to the wind.

“Stop that,” I barked. “Stop that I say, or I’ll get the madness!”

“I can’t stop!” Buck ruffed and slammed into the next pile of leaves.

The old man stopped raking and shook his head in defeat. There would be no further gathering until the chaos ceased. Fortunately, Christy had not given up yet and was still piling up the leaves on her side of the field. If I was quick enough, I might be able to get a few pounces in before Buck utterly demolished everything.

Buck was still rolling around in a nearby pile when I made a break for the piles that still remained. They were bigger than normal and not as neat, but they’ll do just fine for the fun I needed to have.

I ran. Fast. Very fast. And when I was close enough, I jumped and crunched into the leaves. Then I disappeared. The pile was too big. I chosen the best and neatest one, and it just happened to be large enough to consume the whole of me. Somewhere outside, I could hear Christy yelling at me for doing such a thing, but she can’t see me so I’m okay for now.

The leaves crunched as I shifted around through the pile, looking for a nice spot to peek out. Some parted and allowed me to see what there was to see. To one side, Christy was madly raking up some more leaves while the old man shuffled along the mess that Buck had made. But where was Buck?

“Supplies!” Buck barked as he slammed down on my pile.

The crunch of the leaves rang in my ears and I’m pretty sure my tail made the same sound as well. Maybe most of my little body did it too. And my cool hiding spot was smashed to bits, and I was left struggling to wiggle out from beneath Buck the behemoth. When I was finally free, I darted to the next pile to hide. But it was no use. Buck smashed that one too.

Eventually, there were no more piles to smash and I was left laying in the grass in defeat. Both Christy and the old man had slumped their shoulders and were leaving us pups outside to enjoy our mess. Indeed it was a mess. And the bad part about it all…I didn’t even get to have fun doing it!


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.