Rocky Adventure – Sandy

crashing-waves-140244_640Izzy stared out the window intently, telling me about all the stuff he could see. There was another tree, some more rocks, a stick, some squirrels, and a bird. I don’t know how he could see any of that. All I could make out was a blur of things. So I didn’t even bother trying to make anything out. I just sat patiently and listened to my friend describe all the things.

Again, I asked the old man if we were there yet, but his answer was still the same. I needed to sit down and be still. So apparently we weren’t there yet. Really, I didn’t even know where “there” was in the first place. We’d been traveling way to long to be going to the park or the doc’s office and no one wanted to woof where we were going.

“The things changed,” Izzy woofed suddenly, interrupting my yawning streak.

I tried to peek outside, but I couldn’t tell exactly what difference there was. But Izzy was right. There was something strange about the scenery now. It lacked…bushes. And trees. It was too smooth.

It wasn’t long after our discovery that we finally arrived at wherever it was that we were going. It’s a good thing too, since both Izzy and I had to potty. We still had to wait while our friends did things and gathered thier toys and stuff and made a camp just a little ways away.

“Now they’re doing things and putting a blanket on the ground…It’s a picnic!” Izzy wooped and slapped me with his tail.

“I need to see, let me see,” I ruffed and stuck my nose against the window.

Indeed, our pals were setting up a nice place to make the foods to be eaten. It’s gonna be so awesome, I can taste the sandwiches already. Mine’s gonna have everything on it. Twice.

Finally, we were released to take care of business and join the party. But this was no ordinary party. The ground was weird. It was super soft, but it didn’t feel wet. There was a cool breeze blowing in the strong smell of lots and lots of water. I could hear birds making funny noises as they cried out to share in our picnic. No, they weren’t invited.

“Where are we?” Izzy asked.

I didn’t know,  and our pals weren’t giving us any hints. I guess we’re just gonna have to figure it out for ourselves. But the one thing I do know is that we were gonna eat some delicious food anytime now. Anytime…I think?

Playtime first. Debbie threw the ball, and of course, Izzy had to chase it. He’s so easily distracted sometimes. It was funny watching him try to run though, all wobbly and sort of slow. Way slower than he usually is. And by the time he got back to our spot, he was dog tired.

“The ground, it’s sucking my paws down into it,” Izzy panted.

I felt the sandy ground with my paws. I could feel it sticking to me, but it was sort of cool to play with. And super easy to dig in. I could bury so many bones and treasures out he…wait, I didn’t ruff that out loud. Scratch that, and forget you ever heard any such thing.

I pawed up some more of the dirt, digging easily and already getting deep. Izzy watched as I made myself a fairly large hole. I’m pretty sure by the time I stopped to peek out and see what the others were doing, I could have buried Izzy down here if I could convince him to hop on in.

To my surprise, I soon discovered I was stuck. Not only was the dirt easy to dig, it made it hard to climb out too. “Help?” I woofed. But Izzy just grinned. He smiled his prankster smile sat there, staring at me. What was I gonna do?

 

To be continued…

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.