I had waited all night for my friends to get up, and now I was dog tired. I tried to nap, sleep and just try my hardest to pass the time, but it took forever. At least it felt like it did. Even the rhythmic snoring of the old man would not lull me to snoozes.
When my friend did finally get up, he was slow to move and get things started. His funny pajamas were covered in a big robe and we were off to do the things of the day. The schedule was to be expected as normal, a nice breakfast followed by a short visit to the backyard to make sure all the things were where I left them last night, and then it was directly to the living room for the main event.
The breakfast was quick and fast, not something I would have preferred to have been so, but was quite delicious. Yes, I got the sneaky treats, some sweet food stuffs that the old man shared. I don’t really know what it was, but it really didn’t matter.
The yard was quickly inspected afterwards, and I’m sure all the things checked out okay, but there was no time to waste here. We needed to get on with things. You know, move this day along so we can get to the good stuff. But the old man insisted that we do a good job outside, so I sniffed and checked a few things out to satisfy any questions my friend might be juggling inside his mind.
Then it was finally time to do the thing. Yes, we were finally going to find out what was in those boxes under the tree. I had been wondering what my friend was hiding in them. Such a strange practice to hide things from me and keep them secret. Perhaps one of the most annoying things about it was that these presents were hidden right in plain sight. I sniffed and searched for the answer to what lay inside, but never have figured it out.
I was allowed to finally open my box. The problem here is that I do not know how to open this box. I don’t think I ever have learned such a skill, but there is a season for everything. And the time is now…so let’s get to it!
Unexpectedly, the box put up a whole lot of fight. I thought I had it cornered, pinned and set for defeat. But the covering kept deflecting my digging and scratching. I quickly resorted to nipping and chewing at the wrappings in a desperate attempt to get at the goods. Small bits began to fall to the floor and soon enough bigger chunks were coming off. I was getting closer.
However, I did not get to finish opening my gift. The old man took it from me and began tearing off the paper wrappings. He did so very quickly, effortlessly, a skill which I have yet to acquire.
“Not so fast!” I barked. “That’s mine! You gave it to ME!”
With that, the box was set down and opened before me, revealing the secrets stashed inside. I looked and behold, there was more paper. What? This is madness. There was plenty of that on the outside, I could have settled for that without all the anxiety of wondering what was within. To my surprise, the old man reached down through the paper stuffs and pulled out a very nice toy. One that was a big ball, a rope and a little ball all done up together in a fancy conglomeration of fun.
“Yay!” I whooped, dancing a little, “Give it! Lemme see!”
And I had it. All that waiting and wondering had finally ceased at last. I had my new toy, a fancy one at that. Now if only I could convince the old man to put away his gifts so we could play with mine.
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.
