I was looking through the room, trying to find the thing. It wasn’t anything special, just a thing. Perhaps a thing that would be interesting. I have no idea what I was supposed to find, but if I kept looking, something was bound to pop up sooner or later.
Eventually, I found the thing that I had been looking for the whole time. Apparently I was searching for a sock. I don’t really know why, but it turned out to be a very entertaining thing to find. I whapped it against the door and down the hallway, and into the kitchen. It sounded really neat when it hit the chair legs, but not as cool as the noise the door made.
As I was smacking the old sock against the kitchen cabinets, I spotted something that didn’t belong. At first I thought it was a ball of fuzz rolling across the floor. But I was wrong. It was something else, scurrying away, perhaps fleeing the smacking of the sock I was thrashing around. So I froze and watched, bewildered that I was suddenly not alone.
The small fuzz scurried about the kitchen floor, darting along the edge of the cabinets towards the rug. So I beat it in the race, cutting off the thing which did not belong and forcing it to go the other way. It raced back along the cabinet and wedge itself into a tiny crack.
It would not escape me though, this was the thing I had been looking for the whole time. The sock was completely forgotten and now I was going to catch this tiny rascal and find out what it was doing in the kitchen. I had so many questions for it, like why is it here, did it take any of my food, where are the treats hidden, and most of all: are there any others sneaking around here?
I gave chase, scrambling across the floor and smacking into the cabinets in a fury of ruffs and barks. But I did not catch it in time. The fuzz escaped my grasp and weaseled it’s way into the cabinets. But I was not defeated yet.
There’s a trick to this, I’ve been paying attention. If you just wiggle your nose up against the door and give a big “woof,” it’ll swing open just enough to get a paw inside. And then I was inside amongst the pots and pans and bowls and other things that had been stashed under here.
This obviously resulted in me having to toss some of it out. There was no way I was going to be able to find anything or even wag my tail unless I made some room. The noise only lasted a few moments before I was clear to investigate further into the space.
I moved one last bowl, and that’s where the fuzz had stashed itself, and in a fit of surprise, we both scrambled to get out as fast as we could. I wasn’t scared, it just spooked me how great I am at finding the things I’m looking for. Just wish I could find the treats.
I slid across the kitchen floor, bopping into a few big bowls to send them spinning around like me. The fuzz was out here too now, zig and zagging around in apparent panic, but I was much faster. I got low to the ground, moved with the quickness and pounced. I had it for sure, that sneaky fuzz had not escaped the grasp of my nimble paws.
And that’s when the old man walked in demanding to know what goes on here. So I told him I had the fuzz. I didn’t really know what else to tell him, and besides, maybe I’ll get a nice reward for doing so.
But when the old man wanted to see it, I wasn’t too sure about moving my paws just yet. I could still feel the fuzzy critter squirming for a way to get out.
“I just found it,” I woofed up to the old man. “But it’s a slippery fuzzball, so…”
When he again insisted that I show him, there was no choice left but to open up my paws. And boop, there goes the fuzzy tail, scurrying around the room again, now chasing the old man. Guess he found what he wasn’t looking for.
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.
