I had no idea what the others were up to, but they were up to something. I could smell the sneaky things all around me. Where they plotting on me? Perhaps. But what was this all about? I’d woken up this morning to a full house, my familiar friends all hanging around. So that was already suspicious, but now they were up to something sneaky.
Everytime I tried getting into the room, I was taken back out. Yes, they picked me up and relocated me elsewhere. Most times it was to the hallway, but when they locked me in the bedroom, I knew something was super suspicious.
At least I wasn’t in this ordeal alone. Izzy was here too, mostly because he just wouldn’t settle down. Buck had been calm about things, probably just tired from barking at the wind last night, which usually leaves him napping in the mornings.
“Oh, they’re probably playing games or something fun,” Izzy whined at the door. “Some really cool ones too.”
“Stop it,” I ruffed grumpily. “There’s no use…I still haven’t figured out how to work the locker.”
When the whining continued, I got up and bounced around on the bed to find the best spot to nap the time away. I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere to the left and down from the right pillow, but I didn’t get a chance to find it.
“Of course! Jumping on the bed! What a great game!” Izzy wooped and began jumping all over the place.
I lost all control of where I was going. My legs wouldn’t listen to my demands to get back under me, and eventually I ended up on the edge. I pawed and scrambled to stay on top, but it was no use. Down I went to what I thought was the floor. This was not so this time. Normally that would be the way of the norm, but this time there was something to catch me. Yes, it caught me and I was trapped. In the box. A tall box that wasn’t exactly that roomy at the bottom.
Scrambling to get out, I found that the box was not easily escaped. I slipped back down, and there wasn’t enough room to get a good jump to hop out. Too tall. Not me, the box. It was way too high up for me to get my paws over the top so I could climb up. There was no way out. And I was trapped.
I cried for help while Izzy cried for someone to help too. This was indeed a tight spot. I’ve been stuck before, but this time is the worst. I guess when you’re in a tight spot, the present time is always the worst one.
To my relief, the old man’s head appeared at the top of the box, inspecting me as though I were a curious thing. Rather than help me out, I felt the box being lifted up and carried along somewhere. Where was I going? I could hear Izzy barking along as he followed along.
We stopped and the box turned over and I tumbled out onto the sofa. There was a big surprise for me apparently. It was a party, all my friends were standing around, presenting me with a very nice little cake. And it was mine. All mine. If only it didn’t have that little fire on top. I will blow it out and enjoy my cake.
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.