I don’t know what to do. That’s what I’d clearly explained to the old man. But he was insisting that I did know. But I didn’t know. And thus, I was further confused. This whole situation was very odd, and I’d much rather be playing in the park.
Instead, we’re here, at the school or something. I don’t even know what’s going on, but there’s a whole lot of puppers racing around uncontrolled. Everything is out of control. Who raised these pups? I was never like that when I was a puppy. Nope.
Another puppy raced past me, pausing long enough to nip at my ear and whap me with her tail. This was getting really annoying. But the old man insisted that we be here. I don’t know why I’ve gotta go back to school, I already know all the good tricks.
We wandered around the peoples and their little yapping puppies. Yes, puppies make all the noise and yap away about everything. If you see a ball, a whole lot of yapping about the ball and nothing really discussed regarding such a thing or what to do with it. Mostly it’s just: That’s a ball, I like ball, and oh boy, can I eat it? Yes, there was one puppy over there trying to eat a ball and not getting very far with his endeavors.
“Look, can’t we go to the park or something?” I asked again.
But the old man was pointing to one of the puppies and trying to get me to play with him. No. I do not want to play with the puppy. I am a big dog and have been for a long while. I have the job and I know not to chase my own tail now.
Now it was becoming clear to me though. At least I think so. I could be wrong, I’ve been wrong before, but it turned out that I was wrong about that too. With all the things the way they were, all these puppies and me a solid grown champion of a dog myself, I think the old man must want me to teach these pups a thing. Why else would he have brought me here?
“Okay you little rascals…” I ruffed to some of the nearby puppies, “Everyone, I’m gonna show you how to roll over!”
When enough of them were watching me, I began rolling around on the soft mat. After a few rolls, I was dizzy enough to stop and refocus on the gathering crowd. A few puppies started copying me, rolling around in pure chaos, but rolling nonetheless.
“Yes!” I barked. “Now crawl like this…” and then I began dragging my belly on the mat, doing my best to stay low as possible.
A few pups managed to do the crawl, but some kept hopping like little rabbits. Still, they were trying. And that would lead me right into one of my best tricks I’ve got in my bag.
“Now do this,” I woofed and sat on my haunches and pattered at the air. My nose wiggled and then I rolled over and stretched out real nice, pointing my paws towards the ceiling. “Yes, this is the ultimate cuteness, and it will compel anyone to want to play with you.”
There was much discussion regarding this. Many of the puppies began trying to do the cuteness, while some were compelled by the cuteness and began hopping around like little rabbits, bouncing on the bellies of the others.
This included me. I had gone too far. I had shown my power too quickly, and now all the puppies wanted to play with me. Woe is me…I am just too cute I guess.
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.
