Dog Journal – Entry 148: Hats Off

list-2828012_640I noticed something the other day, and it was a terrible thing to see. My friend did a thing while he was getting all bundled up to go outside, and he put the thing on his head. Now, I don’t like the thing at all, but it just looks so frightening when he has it on his head. It… it comes alive and bobbles everywhere. And I know, deep down I know, that it is watching me.

So I thought about a few other things around the house that should not be there and added that thing to my list. Pretty much, my list goes like this:

1-The thing in the closet.
2-That thing with the spots that sits on top of the fridge.
42-The springy thingy behind the door.
0-Doors.
5-The box that used to sit next to the door because it wasn’t there before but now it’s gone.
5 1/2- That same box is now next to the bed and it won’t leave.
C-The thing that my buddy puts on his head.
8-Things that I do not like other than these things.

It’s not really a long list, but these happen to be the things that I can’t figure out what they are, and I am compelled to bark at them until they go away. Or at least until I stop looking at them or forget about them.

The first thing I always do when I spot one of these things is to alert anyone and everyone including my pal. See, usually he’s quick about getting rid of whatever shouldn’t be there, except for the things on the list. But we’re still working on the doors. Soon though, soon.

Earlier, I spent a while trying to convince my pal to get out from under the thing on his head. I don’t know, what if it’s trying to eat his brains. I think you need those to do things, like remember to pick up food and treats and where the park is. Maybe that’s why he always gets lost though. Might explain a few other things too.

He did get the thing off his head, but it was still laying around, perhaps waiting to do more things. But conveniently, he left it unprotected on the sofa. Oh yes, like other things that have come up missing in times past, the thing also disappeared without a trace.

I’m to scaredy dog. I worked it well and held my own, and by the end, the thing was more scared of me than I am of the vacuum. So it’s gone now. After a good woop’n, I stuffed it under the sofa with the other things that don’t belong around here.

What! Wouldn’t you guess it. My pal just showed up early from work… and he’s got another one of those things on his head again! Seriously, what am I gonna do with this guy?

Rocky Adventure – Middle of Nowhere

winter-2894499_640There was no way we were going to fit in the car. The old man had packed it up pretty well, lots of things and stuffs that I don’t even think we need. I had my bone and my pillow, so I was good to go, but the old man must have brought two of everything or something. I’m pretty sure he’d bring two of me if there were two of me.

We were taking a trip to somewhere else. I guess it’s cool to get away sometimes, but that also means my yard may get infiltrated by birds and squirrels and cat and all manner of critter that could happen upon any one of my treasure stashes. Luckily, Buck told me he’d keep an ear on things just in case. So I feel a little better about it.

After some scooting around, we managed to pack in and were rolling down the road with me in the navigator’s seat. This is where I sit. My spot. Just in case the old man get’s lost, I know exactly which trees will lead us back home.

But we didn’t go far before we stopped. And then it occurred to me… there was still room for more. Debbie and Izzy were waiting for us with some of their stuff too. At least Izzy remembered to bring the ball. I forgot mine at home.

Now both Izzy and I were in the back seat with the stuff and Debbie was navigating. I sure hope she studied her trees so we don’t get lost. I think we’ll be alright though, both Izzy and I are well versed in tracking and good dog skills.

The trip wasn’t too long, and there were exactly one bajillion trees between home and here (Izzy and I agreed on that calculation), but apparently we got lost anyway. We were in the place with all the trees and there was no kitchen at all out here. Just a bunch of the bushes and some rocks and tons of trees. Of course, Izzy was totally excited, but was probably going to wear himself out racing from tree to tree that fast.

It was a little cold out here for my flavor, but after unpacking the car and scooting into the cabin, we were all warmed up and ready to explore. At least I was. The old man and Debbie were busy organizing things inside, but Izzy and I were ready to check out all the rest of the things outside.

But nope, we were not going outside alone. We told them we’d stick together so no one would be alone, but they didn’t see it like we did. So we were stuck inside, and there really wasn’t much to explore. There was one room and we were in it.

The old man made a fire to warm things up while Izzy and I investigated the room. There was a sofa and some seats, a table, a place for making food stuffs perhaps, and then there was the door that blended right in with the wall…

“What do you think it leads to?” Izzy whispered to me as we sniffed around it.

It was definitely a door, you could smell tracks through it, but no one had opened it. Maybe the others didn’t even know it was there.

“I don’t know, it won’t budge,” I woofed, trying to wedge myself under the door.

“Probably lots of secret treasures,” Izzy barked, looking back at the others.

We finally managed to get the attention of our friends with their thumbs so they could help figure out how to open the door. We definitely needed to find out what was in there. Who knows what cool things might be stashed away beyond. What a find! This was going to be such an awesome adventure! To find a secret hidden away so far in the deepest trees and bushes where no dog had ever ventured before!

The old man studied the door for a moment, then eyed us before working the lever. One day I’ll figure out how to do that myself, but today was not that day. Still need to grow up a little more.

The door swung open and… What! All this way out in the middle of all the trees and bushes and bunnies and fresh air, and they have this thing here. Yup. We came all the way out here and guess what! There’s a bathtub and things for washing.

“Perhaps we should close the door… ” I ruffed to the others, “and pretend like we didn’t see anything.”

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.

Dog Journal – Entry 147: The Party

new-years-day-1090770_640Sometimes my pal likes to invite lots of friends over to play and do the things and eat the food stuffs. This is all really cool, especially since you get to meet all your friends at the door and show off some of your latest toys. Maybe some of them even want to play with you!

Yeah! So much awesome… but they’re not always visiting just to hang out with you.

It’s tough to be ignored like that, but you’ve still got your chewy bone to chomp on… or so you think. You see, there’s more here than just a room full of sneakers playing people games and snacking and such.

Yuppers, now they’re in all your stuff! What! What’s a dog to do? Deep down, I get this crazy feeling that they’re not just here to do their own thing. What if they’re here to find out what you’ve been hiding…

Keeping them away from your food stashes is a must. Usually, I go right to showing them how cool my ball-in-ball is and smacking it around on the floor a few times. This is primarily a distraction, but I’ve gotten some of the visitors to play along a few times.

What if someone is hanging out too close to your pal? Nope, that’s your pal. Don’t let anyone near them. If you’re extra fluffy, use it all to make a blockade and just get in the way. If there’s one treasure you don’t want getting stolen, it’s your bestest friend.

I remember this one time when my good buddy had the friends over and they were pretty boring altogether, but I thought that they were sitting way to close together… even the cat agreed with me. So I got up on the sofa and wedged myself in between so we were all face to face. Then I totally burped after a whole bowl of food. No one wanted to sit near me for the rest of the night. Lesson to remember, use all the gifts you got.

When the house is finally all quiet again and all the visitors are gone, you can finally relax. So many times I’ve found myself thinking about all the close calls to having my secret stashes discovered, but so many times I’ve been able to relax with the assurance that my treasures are still safe. And all the quiet is nice at first, but then you start to sort of miss the excitement. Visitors can be so stressful sometimes.

Nixi Adventure – Helping Paw

dog-2383071_640The tree was so cool, all the sparkly and shiny glow that filled the sofa room. It wasn’t easy putting it there, but Brandon had managed after a lot of scooting and wrestling with furniture. Not to mention the paws of the pups as they constantly made it their duty to get right in the way at the perfect moment, simply to ask him, “Watcha doin?”

But it was all done now, and Brandon sat on the sofa relaxing and enjoying the handy work and the awesome glow that filled the room. The pups had also settled down and were presently taking advantage of the relaxed state of things, both demanding snuggles.

The relaxing went on for a while, with tidbits of competing for the most snuggles only briefly interrupting things, but for the most part, things were nice and cozy amongst the friends. That is until there was a tap tapping on the front door.

“Who could it be, so late, let’s see…” Brandon said his pups.

The three walked to the door, wondering who could be up for a visit this late at night. It couldn’t be friends over for a playdate, but Nixi and Shuffles were optimistic.

After Brandon had peeked through the door, it swung open, revealing the neighbor. The little old lady needed help, and the pups were up for the job. They right on the spot with their licks and wiggles, keeping her entertained and bringing a smile to her face.

While the pups kept the old lady happy and cheerful, Brandon wrestled the oversized tree down the hallway. It was a fight to get it to move, every branch clinging to the walls and grabbing hold of anything it could.

After a battle down the hall and through the door, at last the tree was in the apartment, taking up way too much space. Once again, Brandon was scooting the sofa and the table, tugging the tree along with him. After a few things were knocked over and inspected by the pups, the tree was finally put in it’s place.

But that wasn’t the end of things. No, the old lady couldn’t even come close to reaching the top of the tree, and she wanted the lights up on the tree… Oh, and the ornaments too. And then some other decorations.

So Brandon started decorating the tree, and of course, the pups had to help, so they made sure to be wherever he was about to step, making him do a funny dance as he placed the shiny balls on the branches.

Eventually, the tree was up and alight, shining bright in the old lady’s apartment. The pups stood near, admiring the work they’d helped with. Oh yes, they’d had a paw in the ordeal, a very important place in the team. Had it not been for them, who knows if things would have turned out as awesome.

Now, it was time for a treat. And the old lady had the most awesome treats ever… enough for the pups and Brandon too… even though he was only in charge of the easy part!

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.

Dog Journal – Entry 146: Feeling Not So Good

dog-portrait-1717848_640Every now and then, I find something to eat that just doesn’t sit that well with my tummy. I know, I know, it was well worth it when the eating was good, but the aftermath always leaves me regretting. That’s mostly because it’s just so hard to eat after, so you miss out on all the yummy stuffs. So when I come to the crossroads, I gotta weigh everything. The good, the bad, and the ‘saalright.

What’s the good? Is it worth it? I don’t know, but it smells so good. Totally irresistible. Seriously, what kind of dog would you be if you could stop yourself from eating it? But is it really that good? If it is, you should probably eat it.

There are those moments when you do find an old treat you hid a while back, and it still smells pretty good, but you can’t even remember when you actually put it there. I always do the lick test…and if it doesn’t attack me, I go ahead and nom on it. Most times everything turns out pretty good, and I get a bonus treat that day.

What about a rare chance to eat something like this? During certain times of the year, your pal makes special foods that are so rare that just a taste of them lasts until the next. If you get one of these rare opportunities, I’d take it, even if it did have carrots in it.

But there’s often consequences that go along with such a tasty treat. The number one question I have to ask myself is: What happens if you won’t be able to eat later? Seriously, this has to be the worst part about a belly ache.

And then if you do get sick, your pal is always trying to make you eat some plain bland rice that is just so boring. Have you ever eaten just plain bland rice? You can’t even feel yourself eating it. Pretty much like eating water. In fact, it might be…my pal has been tricking me the whole time.

Aside from that, sometimes, if you keep being stick and your tummy refuses to stop it, then you get to take a trip to the doc’s office where you gotta deal with all the other whiny dogs and the cold floors. And there’s always that one cat there that just stares at you like everything is your fault.

But this one time, my tummy was giving me fits because I ate way to many treats all at once, and I did get the most awesome thing ever and my tummy did feel better too. Yes, it was the super secret yogurt stuffs. So good. This was one of those ‘saalright moments, where I got the good, dealt with the bad, and ended up on top of it all. The bad thing…I don’t get to have yogurt stuffs all the time. Maybe if I just pretend to be sick…

But then again, there’s always that chance that I end up going straight to the doc’s office again.

Rocky Adventure – Give or Take

christmas-dinner-2428029_640There was something I was missing here. We had the whole crew all together now, and yet someone was knocking on our door. The only thing I could think of was that this mysterious individual was lurking about for our delicious food stuffs. I was sure the scent had floated throughout the neighborhood, and it was doubtless that somebody had picked up the trail and now they were here.

I barked. Then the rest of us barked. It was loud and it only got louder as we stormed up to the door. Of course, our peoples had a difficult time navigating the crowd, so it took a while to get the door open. Not to mention the herding that took place before the door could be opened.

We sat away from the door, tagged by hands that held our collars in place while the door swung open, revealing the potential turkey snatcher. And we looked and beheld the peoples that stood there in the open doorway.

“Who you is and why do you want our food?” Buck bellowed right before another barking spree.

Shortly after we stopped barking, more precisely we were stopped from barking, the peoples entered through the door bringing bowls of something. Food? Perhaps… or were they planning on filling the bowls with food here and then making off like bandits? We were suspicious already.

The people went into the kitchen beyond the gate and there was much more chatter than before. People chatter a lot, some of the funniest sounds you’ll ever here and I still don’t understand most of what they’re saying besides dinner time and bathtime. So we remained suspicious of these mysterious people and what they were plotting.

“Do you think they’re here for the turkey or what?” Izzy whispered to me, scratching at his fluffy mane.

“Too early to tell,” I whispered back, eyeing the newcomers carefully.

“They keep checking out all my food!” Buck barked, upsetting the calm.

This started another barking frenzy which lasted for a few moments. Then it was quiet again as we watched the people do things in the kitchen area. More food was ready to be brought to us, but it landed on the table as well… right next to the bowls. It was getting close to the danger zone, and I was looking for any reason to ban these peoples from our feasting if they were just here to snag food and run.

I watched so very carefully as the food was shuffled around, making sure to keep my eye on everything. The other eye watched the people, but then I got dizzy and stuck to just the food on the table.

Then the bowls moved, and I was on high alert. I watched so very carefully as the bowl was opened and a hand reached down into it. The waiting was so annoying, and I was far from being patient, but the bowl demanded all my attention.

The rolls were removed from the bowl, lifted amongst the warm steam that floated it’s delicious scent over towards us.

“Excellent!” Izzy barked.

“Bring ’em here!” Buck bellowed.

“The vote’s in!” I woofed.

“They can totally stay anytime they want!” we all barked together.

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.

Dog Journal – Entry 145: New Roommate

dog-1987858_640Have you ever had your pal arrive home with more than just groceries? Yeah, I’ve had visitors over if that’s what you’re thinking about, but this is much more, shall we woof… permanent? The nice thing about somebody just visiting is that they pass out treats and belly rubs and like to play a lot… but then there’s the new roomate.

The first thing I noticed that my new roomy was doing was she was always trying to eat my food. All the time. Two bowls of food… the one I want is the one she scoots right into my space and starts nomming on all my foods.

And just to add to the space-stealing predicament, you always find them in your favorite napping spots too. It’s like wherever you want to be, there they are. The last spot I have is up on the bed, and she’s still trying to get up here with me. So while I’m trying to nap, all I hear is a bouncing puppy that yips until I get up and move somewhere else… and then she follows.

And it’s not like she just wants all your attention… she wants ALL of the attention. If I start getting a belly rub from my pal, then she wants one too. And waiting is just out of the question, which brings us right back to occupying all the space I’m presently taking up.

Then, she won’t leave you alone when you’re trying to do something important. So all my time and space is occupied by a puppy. I even found her nuzzling her way into my bath too! And it’s not like I wanted it in the first place, but seriously? Wanting a bath just because I have to take a bath? I’d have given it to her, but then I’m sure she wouldn’t have wanted it and I’d have been stuck with double dunkings.

All this got really annoying really fast, but trying to scare my new roomate off didn’t even come close to working. Yup. You bark at ’em just a little bit and they’ll tell on you like you’re just a big meany, and then you get in trouble.

So what can you do in this type of situation? Well, you just gotta deal with it until your roommate grows up. And if you’re a really good boy… that might be the end of the nonsense. But it’s not very likely. Just be prepared to share everything… forever.

Dante Adventure – Preoccupied

christmas-3021492_640Skipper was driving me crazy! He wouldn’t settle down long enough for me to scratch my ear. It was back and forth between here and the kitchen. He kept whining about how much his belly begged for food, and that no one was listening to him, and how Gracie wasn’t sharing.

The only one giving him any attention was Gracie’s mama. And my guess is that she was actually encouraging him because he normally would have settled down by now. But nope, he was fast at his little show, crying like an opera singer looking for some attention.

So this was all really annoying. And the most peculiar part about it all was that no one was even paying attention to me! Gracie was busy hanging up some fancy decorations in the sofa room while her papy was just hard at putting the shiny tree in the corner…it always seemed such an odd place to put one, but I liked it. And in the meantime, Gracie’s mama was whipping up something delicious in the kitchen. Amongst the projects, Skipper had found his place, prancing between all of them and begging for food.

Then it dawned on me, if everyone was hanging their attention elsewhere, then no one would ever notice me coming up with my own plans. The food sure was smelling delicious, and there was bound to be something left unattended on the table.

Casually, I trotted down the hallway and into the kitchen. Skipper was still running around the sofa room and the mama was busy at the counter laying the smackdown on some food stuffs. In that moment I was glad that no one wanted to eat me.

Sure enough, there was something sitting up on the table, just begging for a sniff. So I sniffed it. Smelled delicious. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t for me, but I wanted a taste. Maybe just a little taste. Just a little one won’t hurt anyone. Right?

I nudged the towel up and nibbled a little bit. Just a little bit, but enough to snag a piece of the loaf. It tasted wonderful. And it wasn’t enough. Just another taste, just to make sure it was really as good as I thought it was.

That’s when Skipper gave my position away.

“What? Give me a piece!” Skipper barked.

Then I had all the attention on me. Everyone was watching me chew the last bit of the fluffy warm loaf of awesome bread, but I don’t know if they were mad at me or just really jealous. Either way, it turned out bad for me.

But at least I had some peace and quiet locked in the bedroom all by myself.

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.

Dog Journal – Entry 144: Total Chaos

vacuum-2116241_640I don’t like it when certain things happen, like when bathtime rolls around, or when some stranger bangs on the door, and especially when we run out of treats. But such things do happen and there’s nothing I can bark about it.

But one thing that just bothers me and keeps right on bothering me all the day long is when the house is a total mess. And it wasn’t like there was any warning about it. One morning everything was totally cool, and then my pal got home and frooom! Chairs are in the bathroom, the table’s outside, the rug is on the fence and things are utterly out of order.

For me, it started out with me waking up and the floor was all cold and wet. There’s pretty much no chance of you even getting to your favorite spot, and if you could, it’s usually pretty uncomfortable and probably won’t stay put for very long when your pal figures out something is wrong. And even after things get back to normal, you never can find your favorite spot again.

I even ran into a problem where I wasn’t allowed in places I regularly go, like when I was banished from the just about everywhere except for the bathroom. It wasn’t even bathtime, but I totally got locked in there without any toys and I was all by myself. Boring forever. All I could do was sit there and listen to all the ruckus as my pal turned the place inside out.

And then it got worse…I got to thinking, which can be dangerous under certain circumstances, and maybe my bestest buddy in the whole world had locked me up just so he could find my secret stash of bones I’d hidden under the… Nope, you’re not gonna trick me into telling you where it is. No one has ever figured it out and no one will.

But getting back to the problem at paw, even your food is in the wrong place. Up on the counter where you can’t even eat it, but if you’re lucky, it gets tossed outside along with you, perhaps just to get you out of the way for a bit. Which is fine with me, especially when things are so chaotic inside.

And if it all get’s super out of whack, then you gotta go sleep somewhere else. Which I’m all for if it’s a fun place for all four paws, but that wasn’t the situation in my case. We got to load up the important stuff, like me and my food and a blanket, so it was like we were going to the park or something. But we didn’t.

Nope, instead of the park or someplace fun, we ended up in some room that totally had all sorts of smells, so many I couldn’t count, and they wouldn’t let me check any of them out. I had to sleep in my little house that isn’t even big enough to run around. No jumping on the beds, no inspecting the pillows for fluffiness, no midnight snacks. I sure wish we would have visited somewhere a dog could just hang out and be a dog.

So you see how serious things can get, right down to having to abandon home for a while, when your place gets turned upside down. So take my advice, if your pal comes home and starts tossing the sofa around, duck and cover. And it’s best if you sleep right through the whole thing.

Nixi Adventure – Pie Plans

pumpkin-pie-2982631_640Nixi jumped from one chair to the next, trying to get a better sniff of what was on the table. It was already there when she’d awoken, so there was no telling what it really was. All she had was the smell to define what it was. But that wasn’t telling her much more than it was delicious.

Whatever it was remained a mystery to the pups, and the watchful eyes in the room kept them from going any further than the table’s edge. Brandon and Jewel’s pal were busy making some foodstuffs on the counter, traveling between the table and the hot box where these things were coming from.

Nixi was the only one who had made it to the safety of the chairs at the table though. Both Jewel and Shuffles were stuck behind the gate at the entrance to the kitchen. The gate wasn’t very high, but getting caught beyond it got you thrown out double quick. This had been tried several times without positive results.

The only reason Nixi was able to get past was because she’d fallen asleep on one of the chairs before this whole thing started. But now the whispers of her friends were beginning to give her position away.

“What is it?” Jewel whined.

“Yeah, get some of it for us,” Shuffles added in, ruffing a little louder.

Nixi ducked and shushed her friends.

After the coast was clear, Nixi popped back up and eyed the warm towels that rested over the secret food stuffs. She checked to see where the others were looking, and when they seemed engulfed in whatever they were doing, she inched closer and nipped the towel. After a few tugs, things were close enough to taste.

But what was it? The edge of the towel was lifted up and the snout entered in to get a better sniff.

“What is it? Tell us already!”

“Yeah, get on with it!” Jewel barked.

Brandon caught Nixi by the collar, and that was the end of the plan. It was over just as soon as it started. Nixi was plucked off the table, her nose just catching a whiff of the apple pie that was so warm and yummy, and placed back beyond the gate.

The trio of pups were together again, and the mystery remained a secret. They would never know what that wonderful smell was. Never know.

But there was something better in store. Perhaps it wasn’t what was stashed under the towel, but it definitely took the mystery out of the picture.

Brandon placed a pan filled with deliciousness, still warm with the scent that would make any mouth water. And all the pups rushed in, taking no time to sniff, and they gobbled up every crumb they could find.

Then Nixi barked, “There’s still room for one more!”

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.