I wasn’t in a good mood. The noise from outside woke me up from a really good dream, and now I’m not happy. Nope, not at all. In fact, I’m so unhappy, that I feel the need to share it with someone. That way they can know how I feel, and then maybe I’ll feel better.
So my plan was to recruit the nearest friend I could find. My first stop was the old man. He was surely up to something fun, and I want to find out what it is. I looked around for a while, but he was nowhere inside. I searched the kitchen, the bedroom, under the covers, in the bathroom, and even downstairs in the dark belly of the basement. But the old man was nowhere to be found.
I nudged through the door and shuffled outside to continue my search. Sure enough, there he was, just a wacking away at the weeds. That’s what all the noise was about. It was indeed the old man that had woken me up from my sweet sweet slumber.
He turned to me and smiled, but I did not smile back. With a huff, I turned to see who else was about the area. The old man called after me a few times before giving up and returning to his chores.
The fence was busy with birds, probably hoping to get some yummy bugs racing to escape the weedeater’s path of destruction. I barked at them, making sure to scare every one of them away. I felt a little better now.
Then there were the squirrels. They chattered away happily up high in the tree. I could see their fluffy tails wiggling excitedly as they discovered fresh pecans ready to be munched upon. I barked at them too. This took far more time than it normally should have, probably because they knew I couldn’t climb up there to get them. But after a good argument between us, they chose to abide elsewhere, and not in my tree. That’s good. Not in my tree. I felt better.
“What’s all the ruckus about, meow,” Mr. Good Cat licked his paw as he perched up on the fence post. “You scared my dinner away.”
“You’d better go away too,” I woofed. “I’m in a bad mood.”
“Well then,” the cat slyly eyed me, “I guess I’ll go hunt somewhere else right meow.” And with that, the cat and his tail disappeared beyond the fence to some other yard.
I nodded my approval at the increasingly vacant yard. The old man had even thrown in the towel and gone inside, so it was just me and the grass. And the tree. But there was also that flower over there. That flower did not belong. I must get rid of it too.
It was a big flower, not the average size I normally see in the parks. It was a big one. I sniffed it and sneezed. And again the sneeze shook me to the tailbone. I don’t like to sneeze. I growled at the flower and prepared to dig it up.
That’s when someone far grumpier than I emerged from the flower. She buzzed up into the air and darted around, probably trying to get me to buzz off. That’s not gonna happen, I’m far too grumpy to allow anyone else to be grumpier than me.
But apparently, where there’s one grumpy buzzy bee, there’s more. And since there’s only one of me and a whole lot of them were beginning to show up, I figured it was a good time to get into the happy mood of getting back inside where it’s safe. Preferably close to the old man.
Maybe being grumpy isn’t the way to go. Yeah, it’s much safer to be happy and relaxed in my friend’s lap while he rubs my belly and smiles. I feel much better now, thank you very much. Oh, by the way, someone’s gonna need to do something about those angry bees outside.
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.