Rocky Adventure – Eba-sneezer McFuzzy The Third

dog-2511211_640You wanna know something about going to the park? You meet all kinds of pups and peoples. Most of the time it’s awesome fun and games and new friends in the like manner. Everyone’s friendly, everyone has a good time. Most of the time.

Then there are those times few and far between when you meet that one pup who just wants to be a jerk. And we met him today.

Buck and I were romping through the park, sniffing the fresh rains that had cooled the grass and made everything a little more challenging. The races were awesome this way since you couldn’t tell who was going to make that final turn around the sandbox without sliding out of first. Plus it was fun watching Izzy and all his bushy fur get soaked when there was a wipeout.

When we’d arrived, the park had been empty, but other pups were trickling in one at a time, joining in the fun and games. Some like the races, others wanted to play catch. Some couldn’t make up their mind and ended up catching the ball and racing around with it. It was all fun and games until he showed up.

“Hey! Eba-sneezer McFuzzy the third!” the oddly fuzzy small pup bellowed as he made it onto the playing field. “Everyone got that?”

A few of us stopped to greet the obnoxiously loud newcomer, while others played like someone had just called them for a bath. Buck and I were interested, so we kindly introduced ourselves.

“Howdy, I’m Rocky and this is…”

“That’s not important. Do you know who I am?”

“Well uhm, you’re Macsneezy or something like that,” I woofed trying to remember what the loud dog had yelped a moment ago.

“It’s Eba-sneezer McFuzzy the third!” the tiny pup growled. “It’s simple, just get it right.”

“Yeah, what’s what he barked, Eba-sneezer McFuzzy,” Buck backed me up with a whip of his ears and splattering some slobber for good emphasis.

“The third! Eba-sneezer McFuzzy THE THIRD!” the tiny pup growled.

“Whatever, do you want to play or not?” Izzy barked from behind us.

The small pup wondered for a moment and then replied, “Yes, Eba-sneezer McFuzzy the third would like to play a game with you simple-pups.”

That’s when we stopped trying to converse with the pup. It’d be easier if we all just stayed quiet and maybe just showed him the game. And the game was simple enough…the race. All you had to do was get around the obstacle course fastest.

So the race was on, and I was in the lead, but Izzy soon passed me up with his long reach. Buck and I caught up to him around the corners though when he wiped out and slid on the wet grass. Somewhere behind us was the sneezy pup, barking for us to slow down.

The race went on for a couple of laps, and it was on the final lap that things got ruff, I mean rough. Apparently, the newcomer did not like losing. He had managed to catch up to Buck around the sandbox corner and grabbed a hold of those big floppy ears. This was a bad decision.

Buck landed on top of the squeaky little rascal and there was let forth a ear-crunching yelp that sounded more like a cat than a dog. Buck rolled around to put his paws back under him, but the yelping wouldn’t stop.

McFuzzies pawed the air and pretended to faint. I’m a dog, I know good acting when I see it. It was terrible acting. But it worked on his pal apparently. With the quickness, a lady came running across the grass to aid her fainted friend. She was really good at acting too. But she was serious about being mad at us.

What did we do? We kept playing. It’s part of the game. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes Buck falls on top of you. But it’s alright. It’s just a game. I guess some pups just want to snatch all the fun out of it for themselves though.

After getting shouted at a little more, and Buck’s pal Christie mentioned a few things to the lady, the pair left the park. And that was the last we ever saw of Eba-sneezer McFuzzy the third and his friend.

Luckily pups like him aren’t that popular and come few and far between experiences, so we should be due for another meeting like this for at least…forever I hope!


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.