Rocky Adventure – Red Alert

fence-161101_640The old man banged around with whatever it was he was doing. Sometimes it just seems like he finds the strangest projects and digs right in without even consulting with me. I for sure wouldn’t have approved of any of it, but that really didn’t matter any more.

The fence was being destroyed. Well, at least part of it was. Some of the old boards were tugged down and tossed into the yard, allowing all the things beyond to peek into my domain. That means that the cats and the dogs and peoples and bugs and birds and squirrels and all manner of sneaky things could slip right in any time they wanted.

I did not approve of it. So I kept a close eye on things, just in case someone did decide to try and get in here, perhaps with a plot to snatch up something in the garden or even seek out my treasure spots.

Another bird flew over, perhaps eyeing the layout with plans to invade the garden. I know their ways. They’re probably after some of the tomatoes or perhaps even a watermelon. Not my garden. Not on my watch. No way, now how.

My watch continued as I carefully studied all the holes the old man was making in the fence. Some spots were getting bigger as the boards came down. I noted that old man was completely oblivious to the potential invading squirrels that were watching from somewhere in the trees beyond the fence. I knew they were there, just waiting for me to turn away. That wasn’t going to happen though.

Another board dropped into the grass, clunking around until it settled in the pile. Then to my dismay, the old man walked away, just leaving the fence full of holes.

“Hey wait!” I barked, “What about the fence?”

But the old man just smiled at me and waved as he left me alone to guard the fence. I was alone. Nothing was getting past me though. I was on high alert, not even an insect was going to buzz by without my permission.

I trekked back and forth along the fence, sniffing for any trace of sneakiness that might try to get past me. All was quiet, but perhaps it was too quiet. Or maybe that’s just what they wanted me to think. Yes, they’d be expecting that I’d think things were too quiet. And then when everything was all clear, they’d hide some more, just to throw me off. I was wise to their plans though.

I’m just gonna have to stay out here all night long if needs be. No one is getting through the fence…no one!

To be continued…


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.