I didn’t know what to do. Really, who could have been prepared for a situation like this? How often would anyone get stuck in a situation like this? It’s not that I was panicked or anything, but this was one of those strange situations.
“Just pull your head out of there already,” I woofed, worried that we’d be caught.
Only a muffled woof could be heard. Izzy’s reply was snuffed by the jar stuck on his head. This situation was getting worse and worse. And if we got caught like this in the kitchen, boy we were gonna be out of treats for at least a week.
I pawed and gnawed the jar, trying to loosen it’s grip on my pal’s head. This was harder than it sounded since Izzy was shaking his head back and forth and basically trying to do his own thing. With our communication pretty much cut off and Izzy blind as could be, it was up to me to solve this problem.
Thing is…I have no idea what to do.
Izzy bumped into the table and chairs and started banging around creating even more of a mess. I tried to herd him out from under the table, but he was just too big to maneuver. If he made too much of a ruckus, we were sure to be found out, and the secret of the cookie-jar snatching would be found out.
Things got louder when one of the chairs fell over, but it didn’t slow Izzy down one bit. He banged the jar around on the legs of the chair, struggling to get free. Soon after the chair fell, Izzy went into a spaz-spin right in the middle of the kitchen.
“Stop it!” I barked. “You’re making too much noise!”
Of course, I was only adding to the chaos that had ensued, so caught myself there. But Izzy was outdoing me by a longshot. The jar hit one thing after another, making a horrible banging noise that even the mailman had to have heard.
Then with an even louder “pop,” the jar flew free and landed up somewhere on the counter top. Izzy fluffed his fur and gave everything a funny look that said, “I’m free!” After a few rolls around the kitchen floor, he hopped to his feet and grinned.
“So…are there anymore peanut butter cookies left?” Izzy woofed.
“What? Do you know how much trouble we’ll be in if they caught…”
The back door opened and the voices of our friends echoed through the house. They’d heard about what we’d done, that was apparent now. But they’d still have to find us before we could be in trouble. Them’s the rules.
“Hide!” Izzy and I woofed together and dashed into the sofa room for cover.
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.
