We’d made it home all safe and sound. All of us. Through the blanket of white fluffy snow drifts, we’d plowed our path and had finally made it back to our warm cozy place of safety. Home was here, right outside the car window. But between here and there was a blanket of cold. Not exactly a paw-friendly environment.
While I sat comfy in my seat, Izzy was tucked in nice and warm in the blanket bundle Debbie had set up for him in the back seat. He really didn’t like the whole getting stuck under the bush ordeal, so I’ll definitely have to tell Buck all about it when we get back home. Probably tell that story at least three times a day until something funnier happens.
The old man was the first to get out, but opening the door was not cool. Well, it was cool. In fact, it was really cold. It was all better when the door closed though, but then Debbie opened her door and let in some more cold air. Inconceivable!
Eventually, we had no choice but to get out of the car. It was cold and wet. My paws were freezing. So we hurried along toward the open door where the others had already entered in and dropped off their abundance of effects. Honestly, I don’t really know what I just said, but they were nice grand words to say and I felt good about it.
The old man ushered us inside, but the house was cold. Not exactly the warm welcome I was expecting. We’d left the nice warm car for a chilly seat on the sofa. This is not acceptable.
With the quickness, I tried snuggling into the sofa cushions, but guess where the old man was putting his stuff from the car. Things plopped down right on top of me. This was definitely not the spot to be.
“I got an idea,” Izzy woofed, “Let’s make a blanket fort… this one will be the biggest!”
It was a good idea, even if I wasn’t the one to come up with it. So we went to the bedroom and grabbed the covers and dragged them into the sofa room. Don’t really know why we did that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
After some tucking and scooting, we managed to get some pillows piled up and the covers over them and denned up right nice. Izzy’s fur was exceeding fluffy, perfect for keeping us both warm and warm we were indeed.
As it turns out, our plan was unacceptable. The old man was outside of the fluffy fort, negotiating with us concerning the mess he thought we made. We kept him busy for a while, explaining that this was not a mess, but was in fact a very firmly constructed warming habitation in which our paws would not freeze off of our bodies so long as we remained inside.
Though we bought a lot of time with our argument, it was not going to last much longer. Eventually we’d have to make an ultimatum. We’d have to set the standard. So we set them high. NIce and high.
“We’re not coming out from under these covers until it’s as warm out there as it is in here!”
It was too high to be met. But at least the heater was on before we were evicted. As for the fort, it’ll be back. Oh yes. It is the season for blanket forts.
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.