Dog Journal – Entry 177: Not My Day

rottweiler-869018_640Everything is going wrong. I woke up this morning, and all the things were not going my way at all. It’s supposed to go my way, but not today. Nope. And I’ll tell you what, it’s been really annoying.

So it all started out when I hopped out of bed and fell flat on my face. My big floppy ears got tangled up in my paws and it just happens that way sometimes. I like my ears, and my friends like my ears, but my paws do not seem to agree at the most inappropriate moments.

Then we went outside to do the normal morning routine and I was still just as happy as could be. But then the sprinklers came on when I was trying to do my business. And it wasn’t like I could just stop right in the middle of it. I had to sit there and endure the soaking.

And because I was all soaked, I wasn’t allowed back inside until I dried off. I tried shaking it off, but then I got my friend wet and he wasn’t happy about that, so my chances of going in a little wet were dampened further.

When I tried to dry myself off by rubbing and rolling around in the grass, I ended up rolling around in the dirt instead, so a bath was already inevitable. I was promised this would happen later, so now I have that sitting very uncomfortably on my mind.

When I finally did get back inside (my breakfast was served on the porch) things seemed to be back to normal, but I was in for a surprise. The bug appeared. And I have to get all the bugs in the house because they don’t belong here.

That’s when the desk dropped the vase. Yes, the desk did it. I may have bumped into the desk, but it didn’t have to throw the vase and the flowers all over the ground. It wasn’t my fault, but my pal didn’t see it that way.

Oh, by the way, did I mention that we didn’t go to the park either. Instead, my friend had to clean up the flower mess and we ended up missing out on all that fun time under the sun.

And then there was no treat because of the whole vase thing, and instead, I got the bath I was promised earlier. So now I was soaking wet again, but at least I got to be inside. And my pal rubbed me down with the towel and I felt a little better.

By this time, the day was well spent. The sun was down so the outside was out of the question. Instead, we hung around while I dried off. When I smell good after a bath, my friend does like to pet me though. So that’s nice. And as a small bonus, he even let me fall asleep on his lap while I got my back rubbed. Not too bad a way to end the day.

Rocky Adventure – Rocky The Grouch

mad-46338_640I wasn’t in a good mood. The noise from outside woke me up from a really good dream, and now I’m not happy. Nope, not at all. In fact, I’m so unhappy, that I feel the need to share it with someone. That way they can know how I feel, and then maybe I’ll feel better.

So my plan was to recruit the nearest friend I could find. My first stop was the old man. He was surely up to something fun, and I want to find out what it is. I looked around for a while, but he was nowhere inside. I searched the kitchen, the bedroom, under the covers, in the bathroom, and even downstairs in the dark belly of the basement. But the old man was nowhere to be found.

I nudged through the door and shuffled outside to continue my search. Sure enough, there he was, just a wacking away at the weeds. That’s what all the noise was about. It was indeed the old man that had woken me up from my sweet sweet slumber.

He turned to me and smiled, but I did not smile back. With a huff, I turned to see who else was about the area. The old man called after me a few times before giving up and returning to his chores.

The fence was busy with birds, probably hoping to get some yummy bugs racing to escape the weedeater’s path of destruction. I barked at them, making sure to scare every one of them away. I felt a little better now.

Then there were the squirrels. They chattered away happily up high in the tree. I could see their fluffy tails wiggling excitedly as they discovered fresh pecans ready to be munched upon. I barked at them too. This took far more time than it normally should have, probably because they knew I couldn’t climb up there to get them. But after a good argument between us, they chose to abide elsewhere, and not in my tree. That’s good. Not in my tree. I felt better.

“What’s all the ruckus about, meow,” Mr. Good Cat licked his paw as he perched up on the fence post. “You scared my dinner away.”

“You’d better go away too,” I woofed. “I’m in a bad mood.”

“Well then,” the cat slyly eyed me, “I guess I’ll go hunt somewhere else right meow.” And with that, the cat and his tail disappeared beyond the fence to some other yard.

I nodded my approval at the increasingly vacant yard. The old man had even thrown in the towel and gone inside, so it was just me and the grass. And the tree. But there was also that flower over there. That flower did not belong. I must get rid of it too.

It was a big flower, not the average size I normally see in the parks. It was a big one. I sniffed it and sneezed. And again the sneeze shook me to the tailbone. I don’t like to sneeze. I growled at the flower and prepared to dig it up.

That’s when someone far grumpier than I emerged from the flower. She buzzed up into the air and darted around, probably trying to get me to buzz off. That’s not gonna happen, I’m far too grumpy to allow anyone else to be grumpier than me.

But apparently, where there’s one grumpy buzzy bee, there’s more. And since there’s only one of me and a whole lot of them were beginning to show up, I figured it was a good time to get into the happy mood of getting back inside where it’s safe. Preferably close to the old man.

Maybe being grumpy isn’t the way to go. Yeah, it’s much safer to be happy and relaxed in my friend’s lap while he rubs my belly and smiles. I feel much better now, thank you very much. Oh, by the way, someone’s gonna need to do something about those angry bees outside.


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 176: Speak, Doggy

dog-3467268_640I’m not really the barky sort of dog, but I can carry on a good conversation with strange noises that go bump in the night. And I like to bark at the birds in the trees too, but not the squirrels, just the birds.

There’s one thing I’ve noticed about all the barking and talking and such things that we do every day all the time. Mostly, we do them with others, but I’ve found myself barking at myself in the mirror from time to time. The most obvious thing of all is that every one I meet seems to have a different technique to speak.

My friend next door is a really big dog with a bushy tail and is so fluffy that he pretty much just lays around during the hot summer days. It took a while to get used to him, but he always barks with the same rough ruff that just makes him sound so properly disciplined.

Then there’s this one tiny dog with a curly tail and big eyes and perky ears that runs around barking really really fast in a funny tone that makes it hard to understand. But I’ve gotten much better at figuring out when she’s angry at the squirrels and when she’s angry at the birds. But for the most part, she’s angry at something, it’s just the target that is attacked that changes.

Then there’s the cat, who just wants everything right meow. It’s either “me” or “right meow.” Not really much to get out of them, though they do tend to throw a hissy-fit when things do not go their way.

While my fellow fuzzy friends can be a little difficult to understand sometimes, it is far greater a challenge to comprehend what my bestest friend is talking about. She speaks to me, I’m sure of that, but the few words I know are just that… few. I know things like “park” and “dinner,” and things of the just like. But sometimes I wonder what the question was, and if I’d given the right answer to get to go to the park or some awesome thing.

Basically, I really need an interpreter if I’m ever gonna figure out exactly what she’s on about all the time. At the park, we pups will sometimes just sit and wonder about the strange things our peoples talk about. I’ve pondered a few ideas about who that “good boy” really is, but none of us can really put a paw on it.

While I can’t exactly figure out some of the things my friend tells me, it is apparent that my friend does like talking to me, and even though we don’t always understand each other, it is nice to have someone to talk to about anything at all.

There are definitely secrets to this speaking thing that I want to find out. I’m sure if I could only find out what they’re talking about, I’d know how to open the door and where the treats are stashed at.

Dante Adventure – Through The Storm

lightning-bolt-768801_640We had been traveling for a while now. So long and too long without a potty break. Many trees had been spotted along the way, but we stopped for none. It was boring with little more to do than to stare out the window and watch all the things pass by in a blur.

We weren’t stopping at all is what we’d been told, there was a schedule to keep and we had to catch up to it before it left us behind. So Gracie drove on past all the neat things that might have been so fun to investigate and explore.

I stared ahead out the front window, watching the horizon slowly grow darker and darker. That might have been normal if it were late, but it wasn’t. The sun was still bright above us, but there were clouds up ahead and it started to smell like rain.

By the time we were caught up in the shadowy sky, the wind had grown super strong, pushing us around. I could feel it even in here, and the howling was like a lonely pup in search of a friend. But that pup was terrible at making friends, so the howling always was.

Then the rain started slapping the windows. It was smacking and making all manner of noise, trying really hard to intimidate us. I hopped into the back seat with Skipper and we made sure the rain didn’t try getting inside the truck. It can make that ruckus all it wants as long as it stays out there.

Gracie was slowing down now, but still she refused to pull over for a break. We had to get through the storm was what she told us, even though we currently had to potty and the sound of the rain wasn’t making it any easier on my belly.

Then the ice balls started dropping too. It was tiny at first, but I saw them looking like little snow balls rolling around outside.

The lightning flashed outside, and the thunder made more noise. It was not cool. The inside of the truck would flash with light, and then the thunder rolled down my backbone and fuzzed my tail. I wonder what that feels like for Skipper?

Skipper started chewing on the seat again. He always does that when he’s nervous, but this time Gracie didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t seem to be paying attention to us at all right now, her only focus was what was ahead.

We were slowing down still, but with all the water splashing and the little balls smacking the windows, it seemed like we were going super fast through the pond or something. I finally gave up looking out the window and ducked for cover. That seat belt over there started looking like a wonderful chew toy to take my mind off such things.

Eventually we made it out of the storm, and the sun shone bright beyond the clouds that rolled through the sky. It was such a relief to see such a scene and to have all that wild stuff behind us now. Skipper finally had to stop chewing on the seat now that he’d been caught, and I popped back into the front seat to make sure the coast was clear.

When everything seemed clear, we finally pulled over for a break. I think Gracie was just as happy to get out and take a breath of fresh air as we were. So we tumbled out of the truck in our super excited manner… only to splash right into the mud. Gracie wasn’t that happy, but we sure were!


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 175: Annoyances

scared-2640475_640My friend keeps certain things around the house that are just clearly not needed. In fact, they’re so useless, the only reason I think he keeps them around is to drive me crazy. He knows I don’t like them, but they’re here anyway.

Possibly the most notoriously annoying things I know of lies waiting in the hallway closet. It should stay there, but my friend keeps on inviting it out to try and eat my tail. After a few bouts and a good barking, he’ll finally get the idea and put it back where it belongs.

However, there’s also the lawn mower. I know it’s not allowed inside, but it’s so ridiculously loud it might as well be. I thought I could make some noise, but that clanky thing has to go around and around the yard for at least half an hour before it finally goes back to sleep. Luckily, it only comes out when it’s warm and not to often because nothing I do seems to intimidate it at all. But I do like the smell of the the grass after the mower’s chomped on it for a bit, so maybe it’s not all that bad.

The mower’s buddy, the weed wacker thingy that likes to smack the fence does make a racket too. And they come in a pair so it’s double trouble all afternoon. There’s no outside time, no throw the ball around, no pat on the head for defending the kitchen from such hungry things. Nope, all I get to do is bark from the window while my friend takes these annoying things for their walks. And I thought we were best friends.

But back inside for a moment, I just realized that dryer is back to shaking around in it’s little room. The door’s usually closed, but sometimes it does get left open and I can tell the dryer is trying escape again. The cool thing is that when the dryer does get done doing it’s thing, out come the fresh clothes piles. And if there’s one thing I like doing, it’s putting fresh smelling clothes all around the house, especially the socks. Yeah, mostly the socks.

Oh, and I also  like the can opener though. That’s a really good alert to what’s cooking. And I like the lamp. I don’t know why, but it’s so fascinating, especially when the moths come inside and dance around it. Could watch it for hours.

So not all the annoying things around the house are totally bad. There’s always something good about it, or at least in the end everything turns out just fine. Except for the vacuum. Nothing good ever comes out of having that thing around at all.

Nixi Adventure – Set, and Go!

autumn-2890747_640The park was full of peoples. Lots of them too. If I could count that high, I would tell you. But we didn’t even have enough paws to do so.

There were some pups wandering around with their friend, but there was little opportunity for playtime and games right now.

There were lights and food stops everywhere, much fun and things to do. There were even spots where you could throw the ball and get the squeaky toys, but we weren’t allowed to play them. Brandon was, but he didn’t want to right now, and the people wouldn’t let us take a ball with us for later.

We wandered around, sniffing and checking things out, and eventually got to a more open area where the traffic wasn’t as busy. Here, there were more fun things to do which were in my opinion way more entertaining for our group. Mostly because the games there wouldn’t let us pups participate even though they were giving out huge squeaky fluffy toys for prizes, which are definitely goodies for us dogs. Unless peoples like to play with them too, but I’ve never seen such a thing.

Further in our journey through the park, there were races being played out, people and pups alike were running across the grassy hills trying to find out who was the fastest and most nimble. It was splendid to see, and just when you thought a pup was going to pull ahead for the win, someone would throw a ball and cause total chaos, resulting in an instant restart of positions.

We had to join in, dragging our pals along with us so we could get close to the fun. There’s only so much space in this huge park for us to play, and we were going to use as much as we could. The races lasted only a couple of laps before we saw something interesting. Perhaps that’s why the race was set up in the first place, just so you’d spy with your eye something even more intriguing.

There were the bouncy spots. A thing I’d never seen before. A pup raced off the grassy hill and jumped on one, sending her up into the air and ending in a tumble and a good roll-over. Neat trick. Jewel and I bounced around on the bouncy platform. It was so awesome, just like jumping on the bed only we weren’t getting into trouble for doing it. The other dogs were doing it, so it seemed to be the thing to do, and our friends were cheering us on from the sidelines. I tried bouncing from one spot to the next, but it was hard to control what direction I was going, and we ended up back on the grass only to hop on and try again.

Eventually, the sun began to set, so we thought it should be time to go home. But we were wrong. Even more people were showing up to join in the fun. But we were already worn out, at least I was. Shuffles wiggled and puttered along like the youngster he is. I’d already had to stop for water breaks and snacked up a quick treat to keep my tail wagging, but now my paws were starting to slow down.

High above us, there were bangs and bright lights flashing, while all around us the crowd of peoples cheered excitedly. They might have enjoyed it, but Shuffles and I didn’t really know what to do with this and Jewel was tired enough not to really worry too much about it in general. So while Shuffles darted to and fro, barking at the lights in the sky, I convinced Brandon to carry me.

From up here, I could see all the things, and the booms weren’t as annoying anymore. I tried to stay awake, I really did. But a most excellent day of play had put me in just the position to be carried the rest of the way.


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 174: A New Friend

dog-2997399_640My pal and I are bestest pals. I never even knew how awesome we were together until we found him. Yeah, we totally found him. He was wandering around all by himself when my friend and I were out for a walk down to the park. And well, he just sort of started tagging along for the trip.

When we got to the park, we started playing and running around and doing all the things you’re supposed to do at the park, and it was really fun. It turned out that he didn’t even know what his name was though, which was totally weird. Even the cat knows her name and we didn’t even give her one. But this dog did not have a name, so I gave him one he could use for the time being. His name is Tye.

So we played and played and raced around, and Tye was totally fun, even though he did run into the bushes because he wasn’t looking where he was going. That seemed to be a habit of his, always looking back to see if I was catching up instead of keeping his eye on the goal. But eventually we grew tired and the sun was setting so we headed back home.

Instead of staying and playing with some of the other pups and peoples, Tye followed us all the way back home, and my friend didn’t really know what to do. I didn’t know either. Was Tye supposed to come over for a sleepover? I asked if he could stay the night, but I wasn’t sharing my treats so we were going to have to get some extras at the store.

So we invited Tye into the backyard for some extra playtime. When Tye seemed to enjoy hanging out with us, it quickly became too late for us to find out where his home was, so he stayed the night.

And the next day too.

In the end, I got a new friend to hang out with while my pal is away at work. The funny thing is, I can’t even consider what it was like before without him. I mean, I must have been so bored before that I can’t even recollect. But now, I’ve got a new friend and he’s got a new name on his collar, but I still call him Tye.

Nixi Adventure – Get Ready

plush-toys-3167119_640There weren’t that many toys on the floor. Fewer than usual, especially because of the company that was over. Brandon And Nixi had their friends over for a visit and a meal. This was a grand thing, and there was much excite. However, it was not that way before the company had arrived.

Prior to the arrival, Nixi and Shuffles had argued firmly against the cleaning of the apartment. This was a terrible idea that was not only annoying,  but a downright reversal of all the effort to get the rooms just the way that was needed for an awesome playtime full of racing and all the fun things that dogs do while their pal is away at work.

It started with the picking up of the toys. Nixi kept having to fetch the toys out of the box and scatter them all over the floor again. It took Brandon at least three tries before he had to stash the pups in the bedroom until all the toys were secured.

Things of this nature continued as the vacuum and broom cleaned up the floor. This drove the pups to barking and wrestling and just plain getting in the way. They gave it their best efforts though, especially in the hallway where there was no escape for the vacuum. Nixi and Shuffles had it and Brandon in a tight spot, but when the rug was sucked up into the machine, the terrible noise sent both pups ducking for cover behind the nearest door.

Eventually the apartment was clean and the pups were calm now that the excitement was over. Or was it? Indeed, there is reason to all of Brandon’s compulsive cleaning trend. And now that there’s visitors over, the pups have calmed down a whole lot. They knew to be on their best behavior or they might end up missing out on the fun. They were particularly interested in playing with Jewel, who had tagged along with her friend. Brandon’s always busy, so it’s nice when everyone gets a chance to hang out together.

The group was altogether now, and the pups were racing around the sofa, though Jewel was cheating and hopping over the sofa to make sure she stayed in the lead. But that was okay, because Shuffles was counting two for every one lap he ran, so he could maintain his number one spot. However, Nixi had them both beat, she stopped and stood to the side and simply declared herself the winner.

While the pups argued as to who actually won the races, their friends were planning something else. This was something out of the ordinary, and not on the regularly scheduled program. Brandon had come up with a plan and had managed to keep every detail so well hidden that no pup would have expected what was to come next. All the things that had happened had been according to plan, but they were not the plan. Oh no, something else was in store for the group.

So they weren’t hanging out together. At least not in the apartment anyway. Again, it was just a distraction from the real objective, possibly to keep the pups guessing at every twist and turn. They’d prepped the home so nice and clean, and the pups don’t even get to have fun turning it back into a mess.

Instead, they were headed for the car. A strange event indeed for the group. Such a large group, peoples and pups. And there were the snacks too. Oh yes, one can never forget snacks for a quick summer trip. But were they going to eat them? With everything else shifting with guesswork at every corner, they were just going to have to wait and see when they get there…


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 173: Big Friendly Dog

bernese-mountain-dog-1205918_640I like hugging people. It’s fun, and I’m really good at it. The thing is, I can’t figure out why people always running away from me. My friend never runs from me, though I’ve never seen him run now that I think of it.

My friend is a little older and can’t exactly keep up with my pace, so I’m left running circles around him to make sure the path is always clear and safe for him. It’s the best though, I get to check and inspect all the things and then report back to my friend so he always knows what’s up.

Usually, my pal and I have our regularly scheduled walks in the park, and it’s usually pretty calm and quiet in the after lunch time but before afternoon snacks. We take the neighborhood street over to the park, and the first person I always spot is the delivery lady. Such a nice lady, so I run toward her to give her a hug, but she just runs away.

Sometimes there’s other peoples on the sidewalk, and they’re really nice people. I know they’re nice because they smell nice and they seem happy. So I want to give them a hug, but when I run towards them, they run away too. Just last week, our neighbor was out getting the newspaper, so I ran toward her to give the hugs. But the fence door slammed closed before I could get into the yard to hug her and she just stood there staring at me like I was scary. I’m not scary, I always happy.

But such is the norm when I run up to people. My friend tells me it’s because I’m such a big boy, which isn’t true. I’m not really that big. I mean, the sofa is bigger and fluffier than me and I fit right snug in it.

But I don’t know why people run away when you’re trying to give them a hug. I love hugs. My pal gives me a hug all the time, especially when I can tell he’s feeling a little sad or lonely. So I know that hugs work, and I’m gonna keep giving them out.

What about you pups out there? You know anyone that needs the hugs? If you do, don’t be afraid to give them one. And if they try and get away, give them an extra one so they realize what they’re missing out on.

Rocky Adventure – Just Dreams

soap-bubble-824574_640There was no way the ball was floating away too. Perhaps things were confused here, not like other places where it’s normal and the ball just rolls along the ground like it’s supposed to do. But that’s just relative to when and where you are. Right now, I have no idea when I am or where this is, but I am here right now, so might as well make the most of it.

If you’ve ever seen a balloon floating away, it’s an odd thing to observe. To study such a thing, I came to the conclusion that both the ball before and the present balloon were both indeed joining up for some sort of sky event. There’s a chance they were late for the appointment, but no time to worry about that right now. In fact, I didn’t really know what was so interesting about it in the first place, but I had to watch until they both disappeared. Wherever they went, they didn’t come back, so I moved on from here.

There were far too many interesting things to see around here. Really neat stuff, cool things and odd scenes. One such was a man and his dog chasing bubbles through the air. Yes, they chased the bubbles up into the air and the man was winning since he’d eaten way more than the pup who was running through the air upside down. It would have seemed strange had I been awake, but I was sleep. So these things do happen occasionally, and you get used to it.

Along the bridge there just happened to be Mr. Good Cat wagging his tail and rubbing against the wooden posts. He smiled at me and meowed a very nice greeting before snatching a fish out of one of the bubbles that was floating along. It was apparently very tasty and with a hop and a skip, my cat friend bounded off the bridge and into the stream of milk that flowed beneath.

I didn’t feel like swimming or pausing to lap up some warm milk, so I floated to the other side of the bridge and entered the forest. All alone, I checked each tree and bush to see what I could find. One bush dropped juicy bones while another had little squeaky toys that chirped, demanding that I play with them. This is where all the fun stuff grows, but it wasn’t ripe yet, so I’ll let it go another snooze or two before I start picking the best ones.

The old man peeked over one bush, grinning his happy grin while wearing his funny hat with the ball on it. Only, it wasn’t a ball, but a shiny bell that jingled and danced as he sang one of his songs he knows I like.

I danced along the path, bobbing to my friend’s cheery tune, enjoying all the things that came and went. Leaves of all manner of smell blew with the breeze, there were squirrels dangling from the air as birds carried them from branch to branch, and the busy sound of bugs lapping at the sweet flowers tickled my ears.

Then some really fuzzy bumbly rumble bugs buzzed around my head, trying to tickle my whiskers and snatch the fuzz out of my ears. A few shakes and I spun around through the air and did a really neat flip, but still they rumbled after me. So I snapped at a few of them, trying to make sure I made it out of the forest with all my fur intact. Silly bugs, they must know the best honey is made with the sweetest puppy fur.

My dance took me left along the path so I didn’t chase the bugs any more and they gave up trying to tickle me. They weren’t going to be that tasty anyway, I could already tell by the buzz they made as they flew into the grass and disappeared.

The grass was tasty though. Sort of had that bacon flavor that my good old pal likes to make early in the mornings to wake me up. Yeah, that’s the flavor. I can taste it all now, the best smell to wake up to first thing in the morning.

In fact I think I’ll do just that!


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.