I didn’t know what to do. Should I hide? Run? Blame it on someone else? Yes, of course, I should do all of these. But in which order? Well I guess I’ll just have to figure that out as I move. Yes, there was no time to sit still and wait for someone to pin the tail on me.
There was too much commotion in the hallway, so I needed to get as far away from there as possible. And quickly too. I slipped past a couple that were still chatting about some strange object they’d found so very interesting. It was easy to remain undetected as I quietly made my way to the back door. Perhaps I could sneak outside and avoid any blame.
But the door was shut with no way out. So I was going to have to find another place to hide or something. I was going to have to find it quick too, the sound of the people was getting louder and had begun moving around, perhaps looking for the culprit. I wasn’t about to sit still long enough for them to figure out it was me, so I dashed to the bedroom.
No! It was closed up too. I was running out of options. Perhaps I could escape by way of the old man’s play room. There’s all sorts of odd things in there, gadgets and such, and no one would even think of looking in there. Even if they did, there’s enough things to keep them looking for days.
Yes! The door was wide open and the light was on, so very inviting for a pup seeking a spot to stash himself. But here’s the thing, there were already some people in there looking for something. For me? I hope not. So I scrammed, getting my little paws onward toward the kitchen and making as little jingle as I went.
The kitchen was now clear of any bystanders. I guess they were all out looking for whoever did the thing that wasn’t my fault at all. It wasn’t my fault, I assure you. And I’ve begun compiling my best wiggles and dances to best explain how cute I am to avoid any confusion. Or perhaps it will create confusion and everyone will forget to blame me? Yes, either way, I will win.
I had but jingled a few steps into the kitchen when the voices slipped up behind me in a hurry. I’d been caught! And many eyes already had me pinned. I could feel it in my paws.
“It wasn’t me!” I howled.
But it wasn’t enough. They were coming right for me! What was I going to do? There is no way out of the kitchen and the people have the doorway blocked. I rolled over and played dead. It was the only thing I could think of at the moment. Izzy told me once that it works on bears, but I don’t even know what that is. Well, it’s worth a shot.
It worked! The people rushed past me and had suddenly found something very interesting on the table. I don’t know what it is, but they were singing and laughing now, something about a birthday. As for me, I was happily forgotten for the moment. Oh yes, the distraction had worked. My plans had come to fruition, and now the spilled flower vase in the front hall is forgotten and I’m free and clear of all charges. It never happened. Nope, I have no idea why anyone would even consider that I did it. And now for a nap, that was more than enough excitement for me at this party.
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.