Rocky Adventure – Sneaking Pups

dogs-984015_640It was a nice and sunny day and I was just a sunbathing on the back porch, enjoying the cool air and the warm sun tickling my ears. In the distance, birds chirped and cheeped about how delicious the seeds were this time of the year, while Mister Good Cat watched carefully from the fence post. It was in total, a very calm and peaceful day.

That’s when they popped into the scene. Well, it was more like they pushed and shoved their way into it. The fence, that old beat up fence, lost the bottom parts of a few boards as two rascally pups weaseled their way into the yard. This was done in a quick hurry and without any explanation as to why this was being done.

“Hello,” one yipped at me after the grass was shaken from the tangled fur.

“Quick, help us hide,” the other whispered, glancing around to check if they’d been followed.

I gave them a quizzical look, “Hide from who?”

“They’re trying to give us a bath,” the first pup whined.

“Wow, that is terrible,” I thought back to the most recent incident with the soap in the eye.

So I decided to give the pups a chance to avoid such a catastrophe, and looked for a place for them to hide. First up under the picnic table that sat in the corner next to the bushes and out of the sun. It wasn’t really a good spot to hide though, not enough cover.

I checked out the garden area, but the soil was still muddy from this morning’s watering. The old man had really drenched things, and the leaves weren’t yet thick enough to cover even these small pups.

We tried behind the rake, but you could still see their tails wagging happily. This just wasn’t working. They were happy, but they weren’t doing a good job of hiding it.

“What are we gonna do?” they whined in unison.

“Why don’t you try inside, surely a swell place to hide,” Mister Good Cat meowed from the fence top.

“I don’t think I can bring friends over today,” I considered aloud.

The cat meowed again, glancing around, “There’s not much time, they come quickly to find.” And with that, the cat hopped out of sight and I was left wondering what to do with these rascals.

I heard a voice calling in the distance, so we had to hurry. Without further consideration, we tried going inside, which was harder than it sounds. The pups were not squishing through the doggy door as easily as I had originally thought. That’s what I had to do though, squish them through. It’s easy to stroll on through, but they were just being difficult.

“Just go through,” I huffed and tried to get the one that was wiggling the most through the door. But they were resisting. Futile. And finally after much effort, they both popped through the door and onto the carpet. I rushed in after to make sure they didn’t squeeze back out, and ended up in the dog pile.

And lo, the old man stood there in wonder. I’m sure he was thinking something along the lines of “one, two, three… that’s too many!” and indeed I was right. The old man scooped up the puppies, one in each hand, and cuddled them close to his chest to make sure all that squirming didn’t free them up.

Then the doorbell rang, so it was imperative that we answer it. We did, and behold, there was a man with great big eyes, very surprised indeed to see that the old man holding up his two pups. Looks like the game was over. It was bathtime for them for sure.

I looked at the old man as the door closed and we were left all alone. “Now don’t you be getting any ideas now,” I warned. “Hiding is way easier when I don’t have two tattle tales to give away my spot!”


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.