The street has been full of activity today. Creatures wandering around out there have been moving from house to house. People seem frightened as they answer the door, but give treats to the monsters anyway. When they’ve come to our door, I bark to warn them that this is my house, but the old man answers the door anyway. He acts scared, but it seems more playful than true fear. He gives them some treats from a bucket (I’m sure I’ll help myself to those when the moment seems right) and the creatures leave as quickly as they came.
I’ve been watching all the action from the front window. I sit on the piano, my favorite perch, and watch everything to make sure my home is safe. The old man emerges from his room, his own business done as I can hear the sound of water running. In his hand is my leash, and I know what that means. It’s time for walkies. I hop down wag my tail to show appreciation. He beckons me and puts my leash on. Then it’s out the door and into the realm of these monsters.
Though I’ve been a little frightened of them, I’m still curious. I want to get a closer look at them on their own turf, and perhaps even snag some of those treats they’ve been getting. We head down the road, making our way towards Izzy’s house. The old man likes the lady that lives there. She usually gives him a pie or two for us to share. That means I like her, too. Hopefully she has something for us today.
Unfortunately, when we pass by, no one comes to greet us. Even Izzy isn’t out in the yard today, which surprises me. I sniff around the fence line and leave a message for him. Then we’re on our way again.
We continue to walk, and I enjoy the fall air and the sweet smell of the crunchy leaves. That’s when someone grabs my tail. I yelp and turn to defend myself. One of the monsters has me! I retreat quickly, unsure of what these things are.
Then the mystery is revealed. A mama snatches the monster up and reveals the secret. It’s nothing more than her own youngster, out looking for some mischief of its own. She talks to the old man, telling him that she’s sorry about how her youngster acted. Then she tells me how cute I am and tries to pet me, but I don’t want her to. So I growl a little. Though the mystery is solved, I’m still a little uncomfortable with the situation.
She retreats as well. I’m not usually like that, but that really scared me. If they had a tail, I’m sure they wouldn’t like it if someone grabbed it while they were minding their own business. I snort and tell the old man we should get back home. I don’t really want to walk around anymore.
When we pass by Izzy’s house, his lady comes out to say hello to the old man, and indeed she has a treat for us.
“Yes!” I yelp excitedly. “An apple pie, my very favorite.”
I can feel myself begin to drool already. The old man asks her where Izzy is. She tells him that he didn’t like the ghouls and goblins and was inside watching the Discovery Channel. I laughed. He always acts so tough, but a kitten would spook that guy.
The old man thanks the lady, and I bark a “thanks” as well. Then we head back to our home, where we can hopefully enjoy our treat without any more tricks.
Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky 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 Rocky Adventures.