It was windy outside. Really windy. It was so windy, the trees were knocking on the side of the house, asking to be let inside. I wasn’t going to let them in here though. They were too big, and the squirrel that lives in the big one would probably want to be let inside as well.
There wasn’t much to do inside, but at least it wasn’t windy. And it was warm. Which is a good thing. But it was boring, with the only thing to do was listen to the wind blowing around outside and occasionally chase my tail.
But all that was getting boring. And the need to go potty had been itching in my mind for a while now. Luckily, the old man had left the back door open for me while he was away, just in case an emergency arose.
So, I decided to do something other than just hang around the house. Mustering up some extra warmth from the vent on the floor, I dared to brave the intensely cold winds of the back yard, if only to do my business.
The cold air blasted my whiskers as I popped outside. My ears flopped around uncontrollably, allowing the wind to echo unfiltered. By the time I’d made it to the grass, all that warmth I had stored up was gone. In fact, I was worried that my tail had blown away too, but it was there when I checked, still wagging back and forth.
I tried a few places to do my business, but couldn’t find anywhere comfortable. It was like the wind was blasting every place in the yard with it’s cold touch. Sort of miserable really. But after tucking into a corner, I finally managed to take care of things. Then I was right back out, braving the wind.
As I rounded back around the side of the house, the wind caught me and I was almost sure I was going to be tossed over the fence. And when the newspaper hit me, things got even worse. I panicked and went into attack mode, teaching that measly sheet of paper who was boss around here. Pesky papers flying around are just as bad as that squirrel.
After dragging myself through the little door, I rushed back to the warm floor vent to warm my paws back up. They tingled with each step, making my fur stand on end. But that warm air blew up through my fur and settled things right back down. So warm, so nice. The only thing better would be if…
The front door opened and a burst of wind managed to get inside, trying to follow the old man as he carried his bags of goodies. But before any squirrels could slip in behind, the door slammed shut and the remaining hair on my friend’s head finally settled back down. Then he grinned at me and things were instantly better.
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.