Dante Adventure – Not Going Back Now

border-collie-750617_640I didn’t realize what was to come until it was too late to stop. Things were in motion, and it’s awful hard to put the brakes on when it’s this late in the game. I tried anyway, putting on the brakes, but it only made things worse.

Skipper didn’t help things out at all. I could hear him cheering me on, even though he had to know that this was all wrong. It was all wrong and going even wronger. Wait, is that even a word. Well, if it’s not, it is now and it applies to this particular situation.

In the distance, you could hear Gracie yelling at me to stop. But it’s not like I could stop to explain to her that there was no stopping any of this. If I could have done that, I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in right now. But she’ll soon see that, and if she doesn’t, just gonna have to ‘splain it later. If there is a later.

You see, none of this was my idea in the first place. It was all Skipper’s fault. He’d talked me into doing this and I’d fallen for it. Well, it was more like he called me a chicken because I didn’t want to at first. And I still didn’t want to when I did it, but the whole “chicken” name calling thing really ruffles my fur, and I caved. But it’s still his fault, that’s I’m even more sure of now.

Perhaps if the other dogs at the park hadn’t cheered me on, I wouldn’t have been persuaded. Now that I think of it, I’m gonna put some of the blame on them too. They should be here with me, ready to face the consequences, but they’d all scattered as soon as things started looking south. They ran off to chase their ball or play with their own friends, and I was stuck here, just me and the branch.

Oh yeah, I guess it would make sense to tell you, I am currently in the tree. Yes, I am in the tree. Up high like a cat, and I don’t even know how to set things back in order. I’ve never been in a tree, and it’s hard to believe that I made it all the way up here. But it was all so fast, I just kept running and now I’m here. And the ground is down there.

The problem is, I’m not in exactly a comfy spot. My paws are barely hanging on and I’m starting to slip. When the first paw was down, that’s when the cheers from Skipper grew louder. He wanted me to jump back down, but that was too much. It was enough that I’d ended up all the way up here, now he was calling me a chicken because I didn’t want to jump down.

I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure dogs are not supposed to be in trees. Maybe a few roll arounds in the piles of leaves in the fall, but those are on the ground where it’s safe. Skipper wasn’t up here to share the experience, so I invited him up.

“Just jump down already,” Skipper barked a little calmer now. Not so bold anymore.

“I need a push,” I invited again. Skipper was quiet now.

That’s when things began to happen super fast. Faster than the first. And I fell. It was all done in the wag of a tail, but lucky for me, I didn’t fall as far as the ground. Skipper, in all his wisdom had left himself right in my path, ready to give me a helping paw when I landed.

Everything turned out to be just fine in the end. I was fine, Skipper was fine, the rest of the dogs at the park were fine, and the tree seemed okay too. But Gracie didn’t like any of this. She was totally upset and in one of her lecture moods, so we had to cut the visit to the park short. It was a good lesson learned though: If you’re gonna fall, find a fluffy place to land.


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 167: Escape

dog-1340327_640What does every dog wonder about a fence? How do I get to that grass that is definitely greener on the other side? Yes. That is what I wonder, and every dog I’ve ever barked with wants to know the same thing. And some dogs find out how, and then realize that they can’t get back to where they started from.

You see, I just happened to be wondering this very thing when I realized I could squeeze under the fence to get out of the yard. And then I was off and I found all sorts of cool things. Lots of things to sniff and investigate and some odd things to eat, none of which I had ever seen before when my pal and I had gone for walkies around.

But there was a problem. It was fun and cool and I found out the grass out here is the same as what I had in my yard, but I was sort of lost. So let me just remind you to remember where you started and where you’re going before you try this.

The odd thing is, I had found myself in another fence by the time I realized this. There were rocks and dirt and things with big huge tires, none of which I recognized. The only thing familiar was the funny tree that has the long tickly leaves we used to lay under when the sun got super hot and the racing games were over. But the rest of the park wasn’t there anymore. Just dirts and rocks. After further investigation, I figured out that it was indeed the tree, and someone had obviously stolen the rest of the park. But luckily, the forgot the tree, so I knew where I was.

That’s when I saw the man. Not my pal, but the one with the thing for catching the other dogs. Not me though, I ran in the direction of the yard. I wasn’t far away from safety, but the man was after me so it felt like I was running forever and not getting any closer to the safety of the spot under the bed.

It was super scary, but I made it back to my fence and managed to wiggle back under right before the man caught up with me. So I’ll woof ya what, not doing that again. And I found out the grass isn’t really greener anywhere beyond my yard, and if we find some, I’ll be with my pal. Because pals come in pairs. And we’ll be sticking together from now on, I can assure you.

Nixi Adventure – Spring Smells

japanese-cherry-trees-324175_640The wind was wild, fluffing the fur as it blew across the park. Nixi could smell all sorts of things, but they were so mixed that her nose couldn’t tell what was what. Was it the ducks from the pond? Maybe a little bit of perfume on a pup, and a fresh canister of tennis balls just got opened somewhere nearby.

Nixi described all these things to Shuffles, but he couldn’t tell the difference. So Nixi got to paint a picture for the younger pup so his nose would be keen to these very important things in the future, because every dog needs to know what a fresh tennis ball smells like before the first throw.

“You see, a fresh tennis ball that’s never ever been thrown has this wonderful smell,” Nixi explained to Shuffles. “There’s a bit of a snippid smell that is similar to a leaf from the sweet tree over there that drops in the fall time.”

“Well what does that smell like?”

The wind blew another whiff of scents onto the pups, fluttering the grass and blasting them with a strong pond smell. With the wind so strong, there weren’t any other pups out brave enough to enjoy such a day. But it was on the schedule, so the pups were here with their pal who was strolling along the play area to get some exercise.

“The leaves that fall in the fall time smell sort of like one of the boxes that the mailman drops off at the door,” Nixi described the best she could.

“Oh, well I remember that one from yesterday, but all I could smell was the fuzzy stuff in the box,” Shuffles carried on with his own description. “It was sort of funny smelling, just like the bottom drawer in the office.”

Nixi wondered about what that smelled like, but couldn’t quite put her paw on it. “I don’t know, but it’s probably just like when the closet door opens.”

“Where the evil vacuum sleeps?” Skipper’s ears drooped back.

“Naw, the one with the socks on the floor,” Nixi shook her ears in the wind so her pal wouldn’t be thinking about such dreadful things.

“What about the smell when Brandon makes the “noch-yos” with the chips and stuffs?”

Nixi’s mouth watered. “Oh, that’s a good smell, but that’s not it. It is even better though.”

Brandon finally got back to where his pups were laying, struggling against the wind himself. It was too much for a day outside, but he wanted to tire the pups out so they wouldn’t be all wild and crazy when they got back to the apartment.

So very suddenly and without any warning at all, Brandon reached down and wrestled with Nixi, spinning her around and then tickling her belly. Then he took a big sniff in her ear (he knows this tickles her silly) and told her that she needed a bath. The smell was far too strong to be permitted to go on any longer. After he’d done the same to Shuffles, they thought it was playtime again. But no. Indeed, it was bathtime, for the smells of the windy outdoors had soaked in a little too much, and oh boy, those pups were in for a surprise.


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 166: Expanding Territory

dog-1196414_640I really enjoy my space. In fact, I like it so much, I add to it every chance I get. And that means every chance I get. Here, there, wherever I may roam, I make sure this is mine and that is mine, just to make sure I’ve always got some space left over. You know, just in case I need it.

As a dog, you should enjoy your space. It’s the claiming part that always seems to be the challenge though, especially when your pal is trying to stop you from doing such things. It’s like they don’t understand that you’re doing it for “us” not just me. What’s mine is mine and what’s you’re is mine or at least it’s soon to be.

First things I usually smell for is if the spot is claimed already. If it is, I claim it anyway. There’s really no reason not to, and they can always claim it again if they really want it back. And when it comes to disputing over claimed areas, just keep claiming it until the other one gives up. Persistence pays in the end.

Of course the house is your primary spot of all the claiming of the things, but I like to find locations beyond the yard. Like when we go for walks around the block, perfect time to pick out spots to claim. A tree? A bush, even the neighbor’s yard can all belong to you, but here’s the hard part: your pal is always out to stop you. This is mine now? Nope, you can’t have it says your pal. And so you’ve got to be clever about claiming things, and it’s for their good too, they just don’t know it yet.

My method of claiming things and my friend’s method are very different too. I prefer to sit on things and they’re mine. I sit on the sofa, it’s mine, I sit on the floor, it belongs to me. It has to, but when I’m done, anyone can claim it afterwards.

However, my pal is always claiming things they aren’t even using. I get on the bed, nope, gotta get off because it’s they’re bed. They’re not even napping right now and it’s still claimed. The bed, sofa, and other spots I really really like are usually unoccupied, so I claim them and my pal scoots on in and scoots me out of the way.

In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, my pal claims a lot more stuff than I do. I just wish she would share more often, especially the secret location of those tasty treats. If I could only find it, I’d claim that spot and it’d be mine, mine, all mine!

But not so fast, the more you claim, the more you have to try to keep. And that’s a little too much for a pup like me. So I claim what I keep, and my pal is possibly the best thing I ever claimed. And I’m keeping her forever… so paws off!

Rocky Adventure – Grumpy Day

angry-2026756_640We argued about the treats again. The old man wouldn’t give me one, and I wanted one right now. But every time I tried to explain to him why, he told me “no.” It was just a flat “no” too. No reasoning on his part, he was just holding out on me for no reason at all. At least that’s the way I felt about it.

“Just one,” I woofed putting my paw on his leg. “I just need one… for now.”

But the cuter I tried to look, the less the old man paid attention to me. It was getting harder to use the face and my tail was getting tired from all the wagging I was making it go through to achieve ultimate cuteness. I was getting drained.

I tried negotiating some more, but nothing seemed to be getting through to the old man. I think he was just in one of his grumpy moods or something. If I was ever going to get a treat, I’d have to get him out of his mood and out of that chair.

So I started constructing my plan. What would work? What would get the old man out of his chair? None of my tricks worked on him, even the best ones like my dance and the tail chase.

My first idea was bringing toys to see if the old man wanted to play. Sometimes when I’m grumpy, I like to play and it always puts me in a better mood. But the old man didn’t like the ball the rope or the squeakers. And I piled them high, but even the ones that I tried putting on his lap were not softening the old man to my requests.

After that didn’t work, I headed out to see what other things I could find. Maybe I needed something he wanted and we could work out a trade or something.

I looked around outside to see what I could find. Plenty of grass and the garden was all dirty and fresh ready to grow some food things. The tree was making the leaves and the squirrel was chasing the birds, but nothing caught my attention.

Then I found something very interesting. I’d remembered it from before, but it was sort of muddy and smelling a little funky. After scooting it around a little bit to shake off the dust, I nabbed it up and took it inside to show the old man to see if it would put him in a better mood.

The old man looked at what I’d brought him and wondered. He made the very confused face. I could tell he recognized it, and slowly his frown turned upside down. He took it from me and dusted it off a bit before getting up and heading for the kitchen.

“So can I have a treat now?” I woofed.

We went to the kitchen sink and the old man washed his hat. And when he was done, without even drying it out, he slapped it over his shiny head with a “smack.” Then he looked at me with a goofy grin and I could see his mood had changed.

“So can I has a treat now?” I asked.

And it was so.


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 165: Answering The Door

dog-1550413_640There’s a knock at the door and what do you do? It’s not like you can really answer the door or anything, those crafty peoples always making doors so impossible to open unless you have the thumbs. So all you can do is check it out and find out who it is.

Should you be nice or angry? Well, it all depends on the particular situation. Most pups can’t really pull off the angry bit, or sometimes they’re just happy to see anyone and everyone, and there are those that just have the angriest bark even when they’re happy. So I’ve thought of some things I normally think about when someone comes a knocking.

Could it be someone you know? Are you expecting someone soon, like your pal? My friend’s normally scheduled time to return home from work is spot on, so it’s easy to recognize when it’s my pal. But there are others that come to the door too and they’re just as welcomed here. So sniffing for friends helps out a lot before you go all wild and crazy with the barking and scratching.

Usually there will be familiar sounds. Your pal telling you who to expect, keys jingling the right way, the sound of treats coming swiftly to a kitchen near you, these sorts of things. So my normal answer to a familiar knock is just to ruff and huff a pondering greeting to make sure.

Which is why time also plays a part in how to answer the door too.  Normally, if it’s the middle of the day it’s just the mailman or delivery dude dropping off some paper stuffs, so I tell them to leave it there and leave. I do this as nicely as possible, unless they’re hanging around too much and then I gotta get out the ruffs.

Late at night when everyone you know is already home and you didn’t order pizza? Well it’s time to sound the alarms. Everyone up and let’s all get to the door to see who it is that is so rude to knock on your door late at night.

Of course, if it happens to be someone delivering food, be quick to calm down and greet them with a friendly wag of the tail. You don’t want them running off, and hopefully they’ll come back soon. So you do have to be on the ball with your attitude and make sure you treat helpful and happy visitors right nice.

And then there’s the banging on the door or worse when it’s not at the door. That’s when I get all wild and barky. This one time, I heard some banging against the wall and my pal wasn’t home so I barked like crazy. When my pal finally got home, I ran to see him and the sound stopped. So I took him to where the room so he could help me figure out what it was, and suddenly the banging came back again. I started barking like crazy until my pal showed me what the sound was. Yup, it was my tail hitting a box. Just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

So how do you greet the door? You happy and excited all the time? Get the gruff answer of a grumpy dog, or do you check things out first and then decide what to do? I tend to check things out myself, unless you ring the doorbell. Never ring my doorbell!

Dante Adventure – Mud In My Ear

footprint-192852_640We’d showed up at the park, but there wasn’t anyone else out here. Sort of odd, seeing as how the sun was out and the air was cool and the grass was green and soft (no stickers to prick the paws). It was a wonderfully nice day to be out here to play, and I guess we get the whole park to ourselves for now.

This wasn’t our usual park, but it was the one with all the fun playground stuff. The tunnel and the balance and the dog-a-pult. It’s sort of like a catapult, but for dogs. One dog gets on one side, and the other jumps on and you get to go flying.

Well, we had it all to ourselves. The only thing that we didn’t have was the area around the water spot. It was claimed by someone else, all marked off and such. Of course, that doesn’t mean we can’t go there, it just means someone’s claimed it. But I don’t see anyone here, so it must be up for nabs and grabs.

“Do you see it?” Skipper barked.

“Yuppers, let’s go!” I ruffed back.

As soon as the leash was off, and before Gracie could tell us not to go over there, we went straight for the area that was blocked off. It’s a must. We are compelled to do such things. Don’t even bother asking, you know it to be true.

We could hear Gracie telling us something, but we couldn’t hear her clearly. It wasn’t clear enough to fully understand everything she was trying to tell us, so none of it counts. The key here is to keep running and only look back for a moment in utter confusion so your pal knows you hear them, but the message wasn’t clear enough.

Skipper was the first to find the mud. And he found the best of it too. With a nice splash, he dove down into the mud and practically disappeared. Before I could stop, I landed in the same situation, and got stuck. It was some serious muck here.

Of course, I could now hear Gracie yelling really loud now, but we still couldn’t make out what the message was. So Skipper and I continued our investigation of the off-limits area. Digging out of the mud was somewhat difficult, but we managed to get to the fountain area and splashed off some of the mud stuck to the fur. The hose spraying off the fountain helped clean up some of the rest. It felt really good. I squeezed some mud between my paws and rooted around for a moment just to see what neat things lurked under.

“Oh, I found some worms,” Skipper barked excitedly.

“Let me see,” I woofed, nudging Skipper out of the way. Yup, those were worms.

“Imma eat em,” Skipper ruffed and shoved his nose into the shallow hole he’d dug up.

That’s when Gracie finally made it over to us and managed to explain to us all the things she’d been shouting. It all made perfect sense. It was the usual, don’t go over there, stay close to me, stop that, and the classic “no,no,no!”

“You’re gonna have to speak up next time,” I tried to excuse ourselves. “You need to be louder and clearer when all this fun stuff over here is calling to us.”

We were quickly removed from the area and placed back on solid ground, still dripping wet and a little muddy. Gracie continued explaining to us what we were supposed to be doing and where we needed to be.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you,” Skipper explained, “I’ve got mud in my ears!”

Then that rascal got our park trip cut short for the day. With a shake of his bottom and a hop and a plop, he jumped back into the cool mud all over again.


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 164: That Dog


Look at what the cat did.

See all this mess? The sofa and the lamp?

She’s got the guilty face too, see?

Good thing I was here to let you know I didn’t do it.


Dogs know

Oh yeah, I got the cold wet paws.

And I know the best way to warm them up.

All over your bed. Snuggle time.


Self taught

Did you see what I did?

Yeah, it’s my latest trick.

I just taught it to myself too.

See, I knock over the trash can and clean it up!


Few more

But I’m not done playing.

There’s still daylight out.

Just a little bit more? Please?

Okay what if I just play until I get to the porch?


Up difficulty

Stop telling me to wait for it.

You know I can’t do that!

I think you just like making getting treats really hard.


Language barrier

I told you already, I bark you bark me a woof.

Why don’t you understand me?

Just bark me the woof already.

Uhg, this is why you never listen to me!


Never learns

The ball was in your hand the whole time?

I can’t believe you’d do this to me.

Quite frankly, I’m utterly shocked.

This seriously makes me reconsider chasing the ball next time.



You know, I ate all the food and it was really good.

But now I’m looking back on the good times.

Yeah, the good times when my food bowl was still full.


Reasons why

Yup, that’s my ball.

So can I have it back?

Why’d you throw it away?

Stop that, this is why we don’t have nice things!



Please speak to me again.

No, I don’t understand you, but this is fun though.

I’m just taunting you so you’ll make that cute face again!



Hold up, we have to check the bush.

I once found half a slice of pizza here.

So forever more, I have to check it carefully.

The other half might show up and I don’t want to miss it.



My puppy was just born and already knows how to speak.

And she knows all the words too.

Woof, woof, woof says it all.

Nixi Adventure – Sick Day

cold-156666_640Nixi cuddled up on the bed, not exactly totally enthralled with her current situation. She’d woken up early this morning thinking she’d be hungry, but that urge to snack wasn’t there. Instead, her belly gurgled and her nose sniffled and her ears felt funny. Something wasn’t right, and her normal peppy attitude was diminished.

Brandon rubbed his friend down, cooing to her and trying to cheer her up. But there was only a mild wagging of the tail before Nixi closed her eyes and tried to sleep it away. So Brandon left her to nap and hoped she’d be better by lunchtime.

But this was not a mutual agreement between the residents of the apartment. Nope, the other rascally friend had given all his attention to making his pal feel better. After all, what fun is it to play all alone. Two is such a better number.

Shuffles put another ball up on the bed. When Nixi didn’t do much more than sniff it, he went back for more. And more. The tug-rope, the ball on a rope, the squeaky alligator, and even Brandon’s left slipper that had gone missing last winter. There was lots of things up on the bed with his friend, but nothing seemed to be cheering her up.

When nothing seemed to be working, Shuffles left off to come up with a bigger and better plan. He’d think on it while he munched some mid-morning food snacks and tidbits he’d hidden behind the sofa yesterday.

So Nixi tried to nap, but her belly grumbled her back awake. It wasn’t hungry, just upset about something. But she couldn’t figure out why it was so angry all of a sudden. Was it the napkin she ate when no one was looking? What about the crunchy things she’d weaseled out from behind the sofa cushions? Or maybe it was the bug she’d nabbed while playing in the bushes downstairs? Nah, couldn’t be anything of the sort. It was just a misunderstanding.

Brandon popped back in to see what he could help negotiate with the obnoxious tummy that grumbled for some absurd reason. Nixi sniffed the sweet bit of delicious snack that Brandon offered her. It smelled sooooo good, but she couldn’t bring herself to do more than lick it for a taste. It was indeed very good, but she did not eat the snack.

Shuffles returned just in time to spot the food thing that was available. And his plan went into action directly. He rushed and hopped and bounced up on top of the bed, juggling Nixi out of her spot and onto her feet.

And at that, Nixi’s belly grumbled up out of her mouth and let out a burp that scared Shuffles so much he forgot the very snack he had so eagerly hopped up there to get. Brandon dropped the treat and backed away, his eyes opened wide in astonishment.

“All better now,” Nixi woofed and nibbled up the snack.


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 163: Why I Can’t Wait

dog-1146462_640If there’s one thing about being a dog, it’s the utter lack of patience. No, I do not like to wait for anything at all. At least nothing I can think of right now. That’s why I’m telling you about it right now because I can’t wait till later.

So why am I so impatient? I guess it’s because while I sit around the house thinking about things, I have the opportunity to come up with so many different ideas about what would happen if I waited too long for something.

Like, what if I waited too long to go potty? Well, it normally doesn’t just go away. When you gotta go, you gotta go. So why wait until later? I’d rather get that out of my way so I can do more important things like bark at the squirrel in the tree. But if you’re really talented, you can bark at the squirrel and go potty at the same time. And a step up from that is to go potty while chasing the squirrel, but that’s a skill few pups on the block have mastered.

But perhaps the most important thing I get so impatient about is food things. What if it goes bad while you’re waiting? You know, like expires or tastes different or worse… it disappears! That’s why you can always catch a dog begging for food because if you don’t get at it now, there may not be room later.

What about waiting for your pal to throw the ball? It’s one of those tricky ones too, because you’re practically forced to wait. Sometimes I wish the ball would just jump out of her hand and fly across the yard so I didn’t have to wait. Note to self: find ball that throws itself.

But now that I’m thinking about it, one thing I can wait for is a bath. I’d much rather it just go away, and if you can wait patiently in a really good hiding spot, sometimes it does. But that’s it for the limit of my ability to wait for anything.

And I totally can’t wait for my pal to get back so we can hurry up and have some fun. Speaking of which, she’s here right now! See ya later, I got fun stuff to do!