I bounded around in the cool air of the afternoon. It was a relief from the hot summer patio that toasted paws and the leaves dropping down made the air smell sweet and tasty. Indeed, the backyard was full of fun.
While I played amongst the leaves, crunching them as I raced around, the old man gathered in the garden. All those delicious veggies were soon to be turned into tasty meals. This was another reason I am really excited.
Normally, the old man would let me help him, but not this time. I think it’s because last time, I made a mess out of one of the pup-kins. I mean, it couldn’t have possibly been avoided, but my excuse wasn’t good enough, or perhaps my performance wasn’t as convincing as it needed to be. Either way, I don’t get to gather this time.
That’s cool though. I had plenty of things planned that needed to be done before the old man was done in the garden. Mainly, I needed to make sure the birds didn’t get too frisky and try to nab and food when the old man wasn’t watching.
Basically this entailed me racing my tail around the yard in a huge circle and barking at things. I knew there were some eyes peeking through the branches, watching our every move, and as long as I kept up the chaos, no feather dared to flutter from it’s perch.
Then I spotted another. A set of paws perched high upon the fence meowed to me, sort of laughing at my wild antics. I stopped long enough to ask Mr. Good Cat what he was planning. After all, that rascal was always up to something even when he wasn’t doing anything at all.
“Just watching,” the cat meowed. “But I also thought I could help you out.” Mr. Good Cat licked his paws, poking out his claws.
“Well,” I pondered, “would you mind checking the tree for any veggie thieves?”
“I don’t know…what’s in it for me?” he meowed.
“Veggie thieves,” I nodded.
Mr. Good Cat licked his chops and grinned. “I am a might peckish.” Then the cat silently raced through the yard and climbed up the tree trunk, disappearing into the fluttering leaves. While he did that, I went back to racing around the yard, crunching the falling leaves beneath my paws.
Two laps later, the sky was full of birds fleeing in search of safety. While they had quietly been seeking an occasion to sneak a snack, they had silently become the occasion of a snack themselves.
Mr. Good Cat plopped down from the tree and nodded to me before racing away. He’d only smiled, a grin on his face that told me he’d gotten what he’d wanted. And I’d gotten what I’d wanted. My job was a little easier now…but I wasn’t done racing through the leaves. I was having way to much fun to stop now.
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.