There was something I was missing here. We had the whole crew all together now, and yet someone was knocking on our door. The only thing I could think of was that this mysterious individual was lurking about for our delicious food stuffs. I was sure the scent had floated throughout the neighborhood, and it was doubtless that somebody had picked up the trail and now they were here.
I barked. Then the rest of us barked. It was loud and it only got louder as we stormed up to the door. Of course, our peoples had a difficult time navigating the crowd, so it took a while to get the door open. Not to mention the herding that took place before the door could be opened.
We sat away from the door, tagged by hands that held our collars in place while the door swung open, revealing the potential turkey snatcher. And we looked and beheld the peoples that stood there in the open doorway.
“Who you is and why do you want our food?” Buck bellowed right before another barking spree.
Shortly after we stopped barking, more precisely we were stopped from barking, the peoples entered through the door bringing bowls of something. Food? Perhaps… or were they planning on filling the bowls with food here and then making off like bandits? We were suspicious already.
The people went into the kitchen beyond the gate and there was much more chatter than before. People chatter a lot, some of the funniest sounds you’ll ever here and I still don’t understand most of what they’re saying besides dinner time and bathtime. So we remained suspicious of these mysterious people and what they were plotting.
“Do you think they’re here for the turkey or what?” Izzy whispered to me, scratching at his fluffy mane.
“Too early to tell,” I whispered back, eyeing the newcomers carefully.
“They keep checking out all my food!” Buck barked, upsetting the calm.
This started another barking frenzy which lasted for a few moments. Then it was quiet again as we watched the people do things in the kitchen area. More food was ready to be brought to us, but it landed on the table as well… right next to the bowls. It was getting close to the danger zone, and I was looking for any reason to ban these peoples from our feasting if they were just here to snag food and run.
I watched so very carefully as the food was shuffled around, making sure to keep my eye on everything. The other eye watched the people, but then I got dizzy and stuck to just the food on the table.
Then the bowls moved, and I was on high alert. I watched so very carefully as the bowl was opened and a hand reached down into it. The waiting was so annoying, and I was far from being patient, but the bowl demanded all my attention.
The rolls were removed from the bowl, lifted amongst the warm steam that floated it’s delicious scent over towards us.
“Excellent!” Izzy barked.
“Bring ’em here!” Buck bellowed.
“The vote’s in!” I woofed.
“They can totally stay anytime they want!” we all barked together.
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.