I was so excite. There was much excite. We were all excite. Even the sofa was excite. I don’t know if the big huge bird that they’d stuck in the oven was too excite though. But it smelled delicious, so that was still something to be excite about.
In fact, that’s really what everyone was here for anyway. It was the food. It was always the food. Right from the beggining, I knew it had to be about the food. But that’s good with me. I’m happy. Can’t you see my tail wagging?
Along with the others, all the neighbors had come for a visit and were doing much about nothing. Mostly they were chattering with one another and playing games on one of the tables. I don’t know what’s so fun about those sorts of games, maybe it’s calming, you know, like chewing on an old shoe or something.
As for us dogs, we were being as patient as a pack of lions. Yup, Izzy told us about how they patiently wait for some unsuspecting food to wander by and then pounce. Of course, I couldn’t picture a plate of hamburgers wandering down to the river bank to get a drink of water. But what do I know, the old man doesn’t leave the picture box on while he’s away so I never see things like that.
“I sure wish they’d hurry up and bring the turkey out,” Marty ruffed while rolling his fuzzy worm body around in circles with his big bunny ears snapping back and forth.
“You know what I saw the other day,” Izzy started up with his advice, “There were these funny looking horses with super long necks, and they could eat the food that was high up without ever having to climb anything.”
“So what are we supposed to do?” I asked, perplexed by such commentary.
“Someone needs to make their neck as long as they can, and then snatch some food from up on the counter for us.”
We looked at Izzy, sort of puzzled by what he’d just woofed. I think we were mostly waiting to see if he realized how absurd what he just told us to do was. But nope. When no one did anything, he started stretching his head upward.
“What are you doing now?” Buck asked, from his lazy position in the corner.
“I’m gonna touch the ceiling with my nose,” Izzy woofed out with confidence.
So that went on for a while before Izzy informed us that it doesn’t work while everyone is watching. Thus, we moved on to more interesting things like what was going on with dinner stuffs.
The old man was busy at the counter, doing something to the food before shoving it back in the oven. I’d recommend that it was well done and ready to feast upon. That was not acceptable though and we were set to be patient again.
But our patience wasn’t working. It had become more like a bunch of birds bouncing around in a garden, feeding in a frenzy. There wasn’t much I could do to hold Buck back any longer. He was bound to hound like the howler he was. Of course, that was mostly to compete with his grumbling belly.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, but I was pretty sure that everyone was already here. I counted all the paws and all the shoes and yuppers, everyone was accounted for. So was someone missing? Or was someone plotting to take our turkey???
Who is the mysterious turkey nabber?
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.