Where’s the Food?

Dante Adventure

Dante Adventure

Okay, so the mouse is gone, but so is our food. All of it too. In fact, Skipper and I no longer have a single tidbit of food to eat. Well, there is a little bit stashed away in an undisclosed location, but we aren’t going to talk about that right now, especially with everyone listening.

But the point here is that we have absolutely no more food. Gracie just walked out with every last bit and came back with nothing. Empty paws. And yes, we checked them, along with her pockets, pants, and shoes. Not a single sign of food.

“Well, now what?” I asked Gracie.

Our friend just looked at us very hungry pups and shrugged her shoulders and held out empty paws. Her eyes looked fairly sad, but relieved in some ways. Perhaps it’s because she did manage to evict the freeloading rascal who was snacking on my food stuffs.

“What are we going to eat,” Skipper asked a very important question.

Gracie just gave us an unknowing look that said we were just out of luck now. No food, bellies arguing with us, and there wasn’t much we could do about it. At least that was the first dreary thought that had crossed my mind.

So I shook it all off. If I just sat and whimpered about it, I’d still be hungry in the end. We had to find a way to get some food stuffs. But how? A plan perhaps? Skipper might have an idea, but Gracie would still be our biggest help. After all, I’d rarely found a food source as plentiful as our companion, though she is inadvertently responsible for ridding us of it all.

“Hey,” I pawed Skipper’s fluffy ears. “We need to find some food.”

“But where?” he whined. “It’s all gone now.”

“Where does Gracie get her food stuffs?” I asked.

“The cold closet, of course,” Skipper shrugged.

“Yes, that’s it!”

I rushed into the kitchen and started pawing the cold closet. Inside, food stuffs were plentiful. I know this because I’ve spent a whole lot of time watching Gracie prepare some wonderfully smelling delicacies that we sometimes were offered samples from. Hopefully, the mouse had not ruined these as well.

I pawed the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It was solid, even worse than the others in the house. There was something magical about it, like a force that fought against you the harder you tried to open it. I’d even seen Gracie struggle with it a time or two, yanking on it with her strong paws.

That’s right, the bar thing. I hopped up and grabbed onto the bar. I pulled. It didn’t open. I put all my weight on it, but still nothing. This took too long, and as all things are eventual, Gracie had put a stopper on my plan.

I was removed, placed back down on the floor, and given a stern look that told me not to do that again. Then Gracie opened the door (magic I’m telling you) and started pulling things out. Yes, that’s just what I wanted to see. At least we would be able to eat something.

But none of the stuff was handed to us. Instead, Gracie put it all on the table and started organizing it. Moving something here, a little over there. It wasn’t fast either. She took her time doing things, which was sort of frustrating. Skipper and I occasionally asked her to hurry up and feed us, but that stern look came across again and we scuttled out of the area until things cooled off.

Skipper was the first to slink through the doorway and slither beneath the table. Gracie was still moving things around, but I had the feeling she was almost done. I followed up and crawled up into the chairs. One of the chairs pulled away, and Gracie took a seat. Skipper was up next to her with lightning speed, and I went ahead and took the other side.

Poking up, I could see a food stuffs before me. There were more, but this one was right in front of me. I looked up at Gracie, she just smiled and took a bite from the one she had. Skipper was already nomming his portion down, barely savoring a bite.

I looked at the food Gracie was sharing with me. Yes, this is awesomeness, and my friend had reminded me how thankful I am to have such loving friends.

Enough of that….yum-yum food!


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.

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