There was a lot to do today. I got up early just to make sure there was plenty of time for everything. But there probably wasn’t enough…there usually isn’t. Something always comes up, and today would be no different.
I looked at my empty food bowl. Breakfast was taken care of easily without a hiccup. However, the result was hiccups. They’d go away in a while though, so I wasn’t too worried about it. Next things next, I got right outside to do my morning inspections.
The birds were chirping about all the things they’d been doing, which consisted pretty much of repeating the same things over and over again. That really didn’t matter as long as no one was picking around in the garden.
With everything secure outside, I headed back in to see what the old man was planning to see if he needed any help. Of course, he was relaxing in the kitchen just checking his paper to see what everyone else was doing. But he was munching on some snacks that he didn’t want to share with me. We discussed it for a bit before I had to move on to other things.
It was exercise time and the sofa room was a little cluttered. Which is sort of nice since it puts a few new obstacles in the way. Makes it more of a challenge don’t you know. And I was off to a start, making my rounds about the room, making sure to really get the wind in my ears.
On the third round, something happened. I’m pretty sure the table had to have moved because I was right on course. I never have an accident. Never. But whatever happened, the table jumped at me and I smacked right into it. With a loud crash, the vase holding the flowers up on top of it rolled to the floor and made a mess.
“I’m innocent!” I barked and dashed for the safest spot I could find.
Upon the sofa, I made my plea with the old man. You see, he was checking all the evidence carefully now that he’d arrived. He eyed the vase and the spread of the flowers that had scattered across the floor. A wet spot told where water had flowed out onto the carpet.
Nothing was broken, but it was evident that something out of the ordinary had happened. So the old man had his mind set to get to the bottom of it. After some questioning, he drilled me for answers. Where was I when it happened, did I do it, and was I thinking about pup-cakes instead of listening to him. I answered as best as I could, but all I could think about was a delicious pup-cake right now.
Getting back to the situation at hand, I could only blame the table. It was definitely all the table’s fault. I was just running along my normal path, the one I run regularly, and suddenly the table was where it wasn’t supposed to be. Of course, I had to run into it since I was where I was supposed to be. There just wasn’t any getting around the problem.
As for the vase and the flowers, they were collateral damage. Had the table not moved all of a sudden without warning, the vase and the flowers would still be right where they’re supposed to be. And not to mention that the carpet would still be dry. I added that last part with a yawn.
But the old man wasn’t buying my story. It came down to the tracks the table had left. Of course it had scooted a little when we collided, but something wasn’t adding up here.
There weren’t any other tracks to check. Just mine and the marks where the table was supposed to be. But nothing between here and there. No way to see if the table had actually moved before or after we’d hit each other.
“Check it again,” I barked. “I’m sure it must have moved!”
But nope. The old man wasn’t coming to the same conclusion I was. We were at odds. I was found guilty of running in the sofa room and fined my lunch-time treat. But I’m innocent I tell you, innocent. You gotta believe me!
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.