Dog Journal – Entry 160: The Tricky People

animals-2607704_640I’ve run into a few traps here and there, mostly it’s because I’m just too trusting. Of course a pup is gonna trust their pal, but are there moments when you should be a little leary of what mischief your bud is up to?

Yes. In fact, I just got a bath the other day because of it. There was no need for such a thing, but I was tricked into it. You see, I heard a rustling in the kitchen, so I thought it was my pal making food things. Then I saw him filling up the sink like I was going to get a bath. So I ran off and hid. But then came the crunching noises and the smell of sweet food. Maybe I was wrong, so I went back to the kitchen… my mistake. I got a bath. It was all a ruse. So if your pal is luring you with goodies, beware.

Of course, there’s always the whole thing with not throwing the stick when your pal throws the stick. This is the most common trick in the bag and they always pull it out just to test you. No way to avoid it except to pay attention to the stick, not them.

And speaking of toys that tease, have you ever had to fight for the new toy your pal just got you? Yeah, they hand it over like it’s all yours, but then they try to keep it. And then the battle is on until one of you win. It’s a tease, but sometimes it’s fun. Still teasing though.

Well what about not really going outside when your pal walks to the door. I get all pumped up and ready to play, only to find out they’re just peeking out there to see if the yard is still there or something. Boring!

But one I really don’t like is going to the doc’s office when you think you’re really going to the park. So super excite to get in the car and head for the the grassy fields of fun, but then you take the wrong turn and end up sitting on a cold table while the doc pokes you for fun. The best sign that you are not going to the park is that your pal isn’t bringing the ball. Don’t be tricked though, because they’ll let you bring the ball if you’ve already got it. But they won’t do it. That’s the tell-tale.

And I might mention the reason we always sniff our food first. Is it real food or is it some terrible tasting vitamins? Oh yes, I’ve bitten into some odd things that just make me sneeze before. And they always get better at stashing those things in better places, especially sweet things. But I noticed that it’s always like a tiny little ball of food that is specially delivered to you. So if you catch them doing that, it might be a funny tasting vitamin and you’re in for a tart surprise.

Can you think of any other tricks that your mischievous pals like to come up with? And do tell us so that we don’t fall for the same pranks pulled, or better yet, what can we do to turn it around on them!

Rocky Adventure – Indoor Plumbing

drain-1016464_640It was cold and wet outside. Pretty ruff stuff out there, the wind blowing all crazy and everything. I’m sure glad I’m not out there. I could see a squirrel racing down a branch that shook in the wind, but I didn’t feel bad for him. That’s what he gets for being so squirrelly.

The old man set the thing up in the bathroom. It was an odd thing, putting grass on a box and then sticking it in the bathroom, but he’s getting a little old and eccentric. He does funny stuff like this from time to time, especially when he’s tinkering around in his playroom.

He wanted me to come in and check it out, but it was probably a ruse to get me in there and dunk me in the bath. You know how I feel about baths, so this was a no go. He called me over many more times, but I stayed my play by the door, trying to explain to him why I didn’t want to come inspect his work.

“What is it for?” I finally asked.

But what the old man told me to do was explicitly forbidden. Now I know it has to be a trick. Either that or the old man really was loosing it.

When I had resisted all negotiations, the old man took the box of grass into the kitchen and set it down there. Now this is much better. Here, I can at least inspect it to see what this thing is all about. It does make sense putting a garden thingy in the kitchen, you know, keep the birds away from the tomatoes. It’s also very conveniently placed near the food making place for easy access.

Now I felt a little better inspecting this strange difference the old man had discovered. Not much here really, just some grassy stuff in a box. Sort of odd to have things like this inside, but then the old man did a thing. He scooped me up and put me on the grassy box. Was I supposed to be up here? Why is this happening to me? What am I supposed to do now?

When I hopped off, the old man scooped me up and put me back on the box. But that got boring really fast, so I just sat there and waited to see if the old man would stop paying attention so I could make a break for it.

This went on for a while before the old man started going through the cabinets in search of something. I tried to help, but it’s difficult to open these things without thumbs. So I just recommended spots for the old man to search.

Eventually he found a thing. I don’t know what it was for, but apparently it’s good for grass because he poured it in the box. Water? Nope. It was a funky smell, a little familiar, but not exactly the sort you want inside. Yes, it smelled like outside on the fence where Buck likes to leave letters to the mailman.

I sniffed it for a while, but it was too weird. So I tried to cover it up. When scratching at it didn’t work, I decided to at least mask the smell with my own smell. Yup, I did the thing that is not supposed to be done inside, but at least that funny smell is gone, though it’s replaced by my own funny smell now. Oh well, hope some tomatoes grow pretty soon, I’m hungry.


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 159: Shadow

dog-101115_640I saw my shadow the other day. It was following me. It always follows me. And it never stops copying me too. That is why my shadow and I do not get along very well. We are not friends, even though we hang out together all the time. So in case your shadow is bothering you too, I decided to let you in on a few helpful hints regarding such things.

Attacking your shadow to get it off your tail will not help. It does make you feel better though. Instead, getting rid of your shadow is sort of a trick, but you have to go where the shadow cannot go. Yes, this means you have to go and be in the dark. Shadows are afraid of the dark and will not go into such places as under the bed, behind the door, and inside the sofa. Yes, I mean inside of the sofa. You have to dig into the cushions, but your shadow cannot dig so this is a pretty useful tidbit of knowledge.

Will the shadow eat your food when you’re not looking? Yes, this is why your food bowl gets empty so fast. If your shadow is near you, it will eat your food and your pal will try to convince you that you were the one who ate it all, even if you explain to them what the shadow did. Your treats are also at risk when your shadow is around, so you always need to keep a look out for when they might be sneaking up on you.

I’ve also had problems trying to outrun my shadow. But why does my shadow chase me all the time? I asked it this question once, but it wouldn’t tell me. Oh, it can be so stubborn sometimes. And you know I was thinking, yes that can be dangerous sometimes, what if it’s actually my shadow that threw my pal’s clean socks all over the house. So if there’s one good thing about your shadow, it’s that you can always rest well knowing you have someone you can blame.

Then there’s my pal’s shadow, and that’s a whole other story altogether. But what about you? What sort of sneaky tricks does your shadow like to pull?

Dante Adventure – Moving In

teddy-189831_640There was a noise again. It was a sound that was not supposed to be there. But it was there. And it was freaking us out. You see, it all began early this morning right after Gracie had left us all alone. Yes, she does this thing to us just to test whether or not mischief will find us. And indeed it has.

The wall made a noise again. There were voices outside somewhere, possibly planning on making more noises. Skipper and I had come to the conclusion that the two were associated. Mostly because they’d showed up at the same time this morning.

Now it was past our third snack time right before lunch, and the noises had increased their volume. There was banging and shuffling and scraping, and our walls sounded like they were going to cave in on us. Things were getting serious now.

“What are we going to do?” Skipper barked.

“There’s nothing we can do,” I barked back (we are trying to be as loud as possible), “Whatever is out there will eventually get in here… and then we’ll have them right where we want them.”

“But I don’t want them in here!”

“Too bad, they’re coming in here and we’re giving them all your toys first,” I barked.

“Why mine?”

“So they don’t take mine too,” I explained.

“Why don’t we just give them yours so they won’t take mine,” Skipper argued.

“Because my toys belong to me. I can’t give my toys away. It’s so much easier just to give them yours.”

“That makes no sense at all!”

“Yes it does, you just need to think about it a little more.”

Skipper thought about it a little more and still came to the same conclusion. I left it at that though, since I am purely convinced that my toys are way more valuable.

Amongst our arguments, the noise had continued to echo though the walls, getting louder as things happened beyond. It was on and off for a while, keeping us racing back and forth along the wall where the chair and table were, just to make sure no one was poking through without us knowing about it.

But eventually the sounds finally faded away and things were calm for a while. The voices outside were still there though, barking about things and probably plotting on how to make more noise. Perhaps they were just taking a break from all the ruckus. I can assure you that making a ruckus really takes it out of you, and it’s a wonder how they’d gone on for as long as they did.

That’s when the sound came. A very familiar sound indeed. It was a bark and a woof and yippers. I knew exactly what they meant.

We have a new neighbor who wants to play…


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 158: Digging Around

dogs-2939691_640So, my pal and I were working on a project together in the back yard and I thought of something great. He was digging around and doing things with a bit of wood, and I was just pretty much hanging around. Oh, and I was bringing sticks over to help out, but those weren’t the sticks he wanted to use, so I got bored.

What else is there to do but dig around to see if I could find the right things to help out my pal. Turns out, you end up digging up strange things around the yard.

What is that thing I just found? Well, it’s the roots of the bushes next to me. They do not taste very good, but very chewy indeed. I did find one root that was really good though, it was a “car root” that my pal had stashed in the garden. I guess he was trying to grow a fresh car, but it did taste good. So it was totally worth it.

Probably the neatest thing you find would be all the bugs. There are all sorts of things that creep around in the dirt, especially if you get to dig in the garden spots. But you aren’t supposed to do that, are you…

The big problem with bugs is that some might bite back. I found this out a time or two when I was snacking on some watermelon, and found that I was not the only one doing so. And then those pesky bugs started trying to snack on me. So I snacked on them. They do not taste good though, so avoid snacking on bugs that snack on you and watermelons.

But some taste good though, so don’t toss them all out with the few odd ones. In fact, my very favorite one is the buttery flies that hang around the garden. I snacked one a while back, but I can’t figure out why my pal calls them buttery flies. They do not taste anything like butter. Maybe you need some bread, and perhaps some ham, and a tomato too.

Other critters are buried in the yard too though, so don’t get caught up thinking about tasty bugs. I almost dug up a squirrel once, who happened to be stashing all manner of things in his little hole he’d dug. So I dug right after him, but never did find him, and then there was a huge hole in the yard. Good thing is, I had plenty of sticks to bury so no prob.

Digging around the yard, you may even find stinky things that maybe should stay buried, but they’re just so interesting though. If you do dig up something odd, don’t let your pal get a whiff of it or you might get in trouble. I haven’t figured out why this happens, but it does. And I always seem to get a tummy ache around the same time too, so perhaps stinky things are not the best thing to go digging up.

I’ve rooted and looted around the yard enough times to find some really strange things buried back here, all of which I get to show off to my pal and let him know what awesome things I do for him. Yes, I do it all for him. My pal. And then he goes and throws it away. Oh well.

Nixi Adventures: The Dancing of The Pups

dog-733931_640Nixi hopped up on the sofa and wondered what Brandon was doing. She pondered what could be so interesting about that box he kept staring out. It was only stopping him from having fun and playing games. Perhaps, she was considering, that the box was far more entertaining than the other things going on around the apartment.

Shuffles was laying in the sun that peeked through the window. He was enjoying the sunbath, allowing his belly to be warmed by the rays of light. It was a fine afternoon to be doing such a thing, but the nap was mostly due to the lack of things to do.

Brandon stared at the flashing screen, looking for information that would tell him a thing. It was supposed to be an important thing, but there were distractions in the box. So many neat things to see and hear. During his exploration, he’d forgotten all about the things around him, namely the pups that desired to play.

Nixi pawed at Brandon’s leg, but the reaction was less than acceptable. Things must have been far too entertaining in that box. Whatever it was, and Nixi knew nothing of such things, had snared the attention of her buddy. So rather than keep pawing, Nixi went over to her sunbathing friend and tugged him around for a moment or two.

You see, it takes quite a bit of bothering to get that little ball of fuzz to wake up from a fancy afternoon nap, but persistence pays off in the end. With a shake to re-fluff up the fur, Shuffles was up and wondering what was going on that was so important that he should be awakened from his sweet slumber.

“What is it already?” Shuffles barked and stretched.

“I’m bored, let’s do a thing,” Nixi woofed back, bouncing around a little bit.

“What sort of thing?”

“I don’t know yet, but we need to do some thing. Anything.” Nixi danced back.

Shuffles mimicked Nixi and danced around a little bit too. When he stopped, Nixi danced around some more, suspecting a competition. It took no further instruction to get the pups to begin dancing around with yips and yups.

Shuffles danced around Nixi, trotting with his paws and bobbing his head so that his ears flopped around in a jolly manner. Nixi right away began chasing her curly tail, suddenly distracted that it had popped up so suspiciously.

The odd commotion drew the attention of Brandon, the box no longer as entertaining as the balls of fuzz that were presently dancing around. A smile crossed his face as he wondered what would make puppies so happy to do something so simple. Perhaps it was the simple things in life that make you the happiest, even if it’s something as simple as watching puppies play together. And if you’ve got the chance to jump in on the fun, well that just makes the 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 157: Neighbors

picket-fences-349713_640Have you ever had new peoples move in next door? Well, I have. It just happened the other day in fact. I’ll bark you what, it’s a real change to have new neighbors, especially when the old ones were so sweet and quiet about things.

New things mean new opportunities though. You’re gonna have to get them accustomed to what it takes to live next door to you. First of all, you have to greet them, so you’re probably gonna have to teach them how to shake. Also, you must establish boundaries, especially if you have treasure stashes around the yard. Are they where they’re supposed to be? People are curious, and they’re quick to dig up treasure if they spot it.

You may have to be sort of loud at first too, you know, just to make sure they know that you know that they’re there. You don’t want any unexpected surprises or someone stepping on your tail. Just make some noise, but be friendly about it. You know, something along the lines such as, “Hey, be my friend, feed me too and maybe rub my belly.”

Regular checkups is a must. A good robust greeting every morning is necessary. You may also have to wake them up if they’re trying to sleep in so they don’t get used to such things. Not sleep time. Time to be up and having fun and doing things.

Getting used to them hanging around is actually a little harder than you might think. There’s probably going to be different times they play in the yard, strange things they put in the yard, and maybe funny sounds they like to make just to tease you. They know it teases, that’s why they do it.

But if you’re going to get used to them, you’re gonna have to get to know them. Do they like to play games? Throw the ball in their yard a few times to see if they’ll throw it back over. A stick will work too, but sometimes they like to keep the stick for some reason. Neighbors are more likely to throw the ball back over, especially if they see you looking for it.

Do they have a dog too? Can their dog come over and play? Probably the best neighbors are ones with dogs too. You don’t want them to get too boring, plus it usually means there’s more snacks around the area in case of emergencies.

New neighbors can be cool, but you gotta know how to handle them. The key is to be cool and get used to them as quick as you can. The faster you get them playing with you, the happier everyone is going to be at the end of the day.

Dante Adventure – My Pawty

dog-1548176_640The main event had started. There were so many of us at the park, mainly because it was a pawty. At least that’s the conclusion we’d come to here. There were pupcakes and toys and other treats, and everyone had been invited. Well, except for cats. No cats allowed today. This is a dog day.

And indeed it has been a day for dogs. I woke up early this morning wondering and the old man was already packing up the snacks for a picnic. I offered to carry the snacks, but he was wise to my ways and packed them securely in his box and carried them away to safety. He knows me far too well.

Then we left off and picked up some of the others to follow along with us, so I knew right then and there that today was going to be a fun day. This rarely happens on such a widespread level, and when it does, we start bringing everybody we can possibly find.

Izzy and I chased Marty the wiggle worm around, it was a round and round bit that took us many trips through the tunnel to finish. The funny thing about the tunnel is that it’s wiggly and racing through it makes you feel all funny when you come back out. So you can imagine how odd it is to run when you’re a little dizzy and your nose feels all fuzzy.

But then there was the ramp. Not really cool because when you made it a little over halfway…the ground gave out under you and it was just weird. You’d have to have been there to know what I’m barking about. So when I watched Buck try to journey to the other side, I quickly realized that such things probably do not belong in a park for any other reason than for audience entertainment.

And of course, there were other dogs there too. I didn’t invite them, but they must have known it was a dog pawty because they showed up for the main event. There were big dogs and little dogs and fuzzy dogs and not so fuzzy dogs and even a poodle. And they all wanted to play and partake in our pawty, especially the main event.

They hadn’t heard that we were planning such a thing, but when we told them, every pup was quick to tag along for the fun. Only the squirrel on the other side of the fence would not partake, but he was busy trying to get his tail fur back from a noisy bird that had snagged it earlier this week.

But back to the main event, you see, this particular event is where all of us get together and we make fun of how old Izzy is today. His fluffy coat of dark was beginning to get a few extra spots of white than normal. So we make sure he knows about every single one of them, even though he claims he’s growing them like that on purpose so he’ll blend in like chameleon.

We all gathered up together, and I pushed Izzy to the front. Yes, this was going to be so good, he totally gets so embarrassed when we howl him happy birthday. It’s funny because our people pals like to sing along too, but they can’t really sing that great. But they’re working on it, so just give them some time. Not everyone has the excellent vocal abilities of a pup you know.

Izzy sat in the middle and looked around bashfully, probably looking for a way out. But there was no way out. It was going to be his birthday serenade, and he was going to like it. Here’s the thing though: I was so preoccupied with pushing Izzy into the limelight that I did not realize everyone was staring at me.

“Wait! Don’t do it!”

But they sang me the birthday song. They did it and now I am another year older. Perhaps I’ll skip it next year to make up the difference.


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 156: New House

dog-3168564_640There comes a time in a dog’s life, maybe not for every dog, but for some, that you can no longer call your home, home. Yeah, I remember when this happened to us a long time ago. It was really weird at first, but now I can barely remember bouncing on the sofa to see what was cooking in the kitchen.

If you find that everything in the house is being packed up and put in boxes and your pal has less and less weird stuff laying around, you’re probably headed to a new home.

So you’re going to a new home that just doesn’t have the same smells. That’s okay though, you can work on that while your pal is off at work. You’re just gonna have to roll on everything and really make sure you scrub that puppy scent into all the rugs.

New obstacles are going to totally trip you up. Seriously, it took me, well I’m still working on navigating my way around that weird corner over by the tiny room where they keep the dreadful vacuum thing. Still wish they hadn’t brought it with us. I actually thought that’s why we were moving in the first place, but it was probably because of the strange dog in the looking glass that just wouldn’t stop copying me.

And a big reminder: do not forget to bring your best treasures. Yeah, you probably know what I’m talking about here. Every dog has their stash of things littered throughout the home. It’s just the smart thing to do, just in case someone finds one, you’ve still got all the others. Well, it’s time to get them all rounded up and stash them close. I put mine in my box after the blanket was stuffed in there, and no one was ever the wiser.

When I was rounding stuff up though, I actually found that I’d stashed some all around the yard, and ended up having to dig up a few. Just never did figure out where I’d put those rib bones from the summer cookout though. I remember snagging them and then off to the bushes, but they weren’t in there. Oh well, just have to find some new ones.

Which is the really cool thing about a new house… new hiding spots. Now your pal will have to figure out where your treasure is hidden all over again. And I guess as long as you got your buddy everything will be alright. That is the real treasure after all.

Dante Adventure – Back From the Vet

pedigree-216856_640Skipper was napping on the sofa. He was totally tired from the event at the office. Yeah, it was actually an event. I have never been in such a scenario and completely unprepared for what happened where we ended up.

You see, we’ve never actually been to where Gracie goes during the day. We normally just hang around the apartment and do dog stuff like chew on things and race around and make pillow forts in the sofa room. But we found out where Gracie goes during the day.

No joke, it was actually really neat. And since we didn’t end up at the doc’s office getting poked with needles and sharp things, it was much better than anticipated. We almost regretted hiding the keys from her and slowing things down, but it was good practice for future runs. It also made it completely obvious that Gracie is planning ahead just as fast as we can come up with clever ideas like that.

So when we arrived after what seemed like a long drive, we had to be on our leashes and stick to the path. Lots of rules there. There were some people wandering around and tons of trees and bushes and buildings that needed exploring, but we were to go directly to our destination. Do not sniff bush, do not go potty, do not collect any treats.

Turned out alright though, since we did get quite the treat when we arrived at the party. Yeah, I have to call it a party, because I don’t really know what it should be called. It was just a big room with lots of people. We were the only dogs, so we got all the attention.

Yes, we gotta get lots of attention and neck rubs. More than enough neck rubs. Perhaps too many, but that’s a stretch. The attention was pretty dramatic though. Someone got all weird though and started examining my ears. Like, looking inside of them and seeing what they could find. Sort of strange, and I tried to tell them there’s nothing up there, and even Skipper agreed with me (though I’m suspicious now that he was actually making fun of me), the guy seemed to insist that there was something of terribly great interest in there. He even used a light to make sure.

Skipper got most of the attention though. They were rolling him over and over, checking his paws and examining his nose. It was more than a pup could handle though. Especially when they made him to run through the obstacle course.

I didn’t do the course, but they made me jump through hoops though. I told them I don’t do such things, but then they offered me a treat, so I had to do it. No other choice. If you’re a dog, you’d understand.

So now that we’re home, I’m tired, and Skipper is plumb passed out at the moment. Just an anchor on the floor. Gracie tried to move him earlier, but he wouldn’t budge. Just rolled right out of her hands and back onto the floor. He picked a great spot too: right in the hallway.

There’s not really any further plans for the day, but I’ll just let you in on a little secret…Gracie is still looking for those keys. So if you wanna hide anything never to be found again, you know where to go.


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.