No one is getting by me. No bird, squirrel, or cat can get past these keen senses. I can even smell the fly buzzing around the tomato plants in the garden. But I’ll let it be for now. I have bigger bugs to squish.
“Yes!” I roared with a pounce, landing right on top of a beetle that had wandered into the wrong yard. He knew what he was getting into when he crossed the fence-line.
Then everything was quiet again. I waited for the old man to return, hopefully with something to cover the gaping hole in the fence. I still don’t get why it would be a good idea to pull the old one down, but sometimes he just comes up with plans on his own. He’s supposed to get this sort of thing organized with me so I can plan ahead of time, but everything was sort of sprung at the last moment.
There was a ruckus from beyond the fence somewhere. I couldn’t tell you what it was, but it was something. I know this because “nothing” does not make noises no matter what your pal tells you when you wake them up in the middle of the night. It was something. It’s always something.
I carefully crept up to the hole in the fence and waited. There was only the alley way beyond the fence where only cats roam. A huge box was out there too, and a few weeds, but not anything of real interest. And most importantly, there was no sign of whatever it was that made that sound.
So I peeked my head out into the way and took a sniff. Still nothing. The way was empty and silent now. Not a sign of disturbance. Not even a bug buzzing about. But I was sure that something had made a sound out here. So sure of it.
“Slam!” went the wood boards behind me. I spun around and stared at the old man who was just a grinning away. How did he get behind me? Impossible.
“How did you? What? But you were out…” I fumbled for the right barks. How could he have slipped past all my fine-tuned skills? It boggles the mind and my tail which was currently in frizz mode.
I stared at the wood pile that the old man had brought. I just don’t get it. So sneaky. So quiet. So mischievous.
“Fine,” I ruffed. “If you’re so crafty, you can make sure no one sneaks into the yard all on your own…I’m going in and taking a nap. Probably gonna have to eat something too, so I can calm my nerves.
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.