I sat on my pillow very peacefully. The house was quiet today. The old man had probably gone to do the shopping stuff for the food things, so I was just hanging around in the cool house and relaxing. Very nice, very comfy.
It was a good time to think. I do this sometimes, though it can be a dangerous pastime some have reported. So I let my mind wander around, remembering some of the great things that I’ve done with my friend. Sometimes it helps to make plans for later, you know, come up with good ideas and games.
I thought about the time when we got stuck out in the rain. Super big storm happened upon us while we were at the park, and there was no escape from the wild torrents of water coming down upon us. We ran and ran, looking for some shelter, but the rain was coming at us from the side, so the trees weren’t able to cover us. Eventually, we were trudging through the highwaters and mud, so the old man scooped me up and was rushing me like a football down the field and toward the car. That was a fine day indeed.
And then there was the time I went total spaz. Oh yes, I got into the sugar. It was all the old man’s fault though, he left the pantry door open and I just happened to wander in there. It smells so sweet and warm in there, all sorts of flavors to choose from, even though I never get a taste. Until one day, I was in there and the old man closed the door on me. In a panic, I tried to rush back out, only to knock over a bag of so much sweetness. Just a taste, a little taste. And by the time I was released back into the kitchen, I had enough energy to fly across grassy fields and leap over the highest tabletops. I don’t remember much after that, but I think I slept for like two days after. I’d do it again if I got the chance.
Then there was the time where we went on a nice trip together. I had no idea where we were going, but the trip had been really fun. I got to look out the window and see all the cool things out there. I remember the huge water pond that we drove across because it was like we were just flying over the water really fast. So then the next time I found a puddle, I tried racing across it, but I got soaked. I guess I need the old man with me to pull that sort of stunt successfully.
Probably one of my favorite moments was when I first got here. It seems like so long ago, but I ‘members. The old man’s family had picked me out of all the other dogs there were to be their friend. And I was most happy, but little did I know that they’d chosen me to do a thing. A very important thing. I was going to be the old man’s buddy. It was a special mission, I had been told, for a special puppers. That’s why I’m here. The old man and I met, and we’ve been bestest friends ever since. I’ve been so far successful in my accomplishment of such a task, but there’s still more.
And now onto the next one. I can hear the keys jingling somewhere beyond the door that tell me my friend has returned. I has the job to do, and I’m a good boy, so I do it right well. Better than any other pup out there in my pupsonal opinion. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
Author:
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.
