Stretching is my primary concern at the moment. It feels so nice to wiggle my paws and see how long I can make myself. In addition to feeling good, it is a great way to instigate a good belly rub when someone else is around. But, Iâ€™m all alone right now (on the couch) hanging out for the afternoon.
Thatâ€™s when I hear the wrappers. The rustle and the noise give advice to the fact that the old man is probably preparing an afternoon snack. And thatâ€™s enough reason to dismount my comfortable spot and head for the kitchen.
Back on the ground, I find that my leg is all tingly, almost like I stepped in some stickers. I mustâ€™ve been sleeping for a while. And even with the sun popping out earlier in the day, my schedule hasnâ€™t changed much from the regular snooze moments Iâ€™ve been accustomed too.
The sensation goes away after a few moments, and Iâ€™m back on all fours by the time I get to the kitchen. Yup, the old man has definitely spread the jelly on the bread, and snack time is about to commence. Itâ€™s time to put my sweet-face on. No one can resist my level of charm.
At the table, the old man settles down to enjoy his tea (which Iâ€™ve never gotten a single lap of, but itâ€™s apparently delicious), and is munching on a snack. First, I have to get his attention, which is done with a light pawing at his shoe. Once I do that, I put on my cute face. I try. I try harder. I even add in a tiny woof to make sure he knows what heâ€™s supposed to be doing.
But, he just shakes his head. No, this is impossible. No one can resist my charms. Why? Why would you deprive me of such goodies? I ask him this, but his only reply is that I shouldnâ€™t have it. Why shouldnâ€™t I have it? Thatâ€™s outrageous talk! Weâ€™ve enjoyed it together for so long now; I canâ€™t see why I shouldnâ€™t have it.
Then, with a silent, but meaningful gesture, the old man pats my flanks. I know Iâ€™m cute, but quite frankly, Iâ€™ve always thought that the little chub on my sides made me just irresistibly adorable. And thatâ€™s an image I intend to maintain.
But the old man doesnâ€™t waver from his decision, so no snack-sharing for today. Though, he does offer me something. Itâ€™s something new, a treat Iâ€™ve never seen before in my life. Well, maybe I have, as I proceeded to munch it down too quickly to take note of the visual characteristics.
The thing here is that Iâ€™m teased with the treat. Is it mine? He puts it close enough for me to smell it, which only makes the situation worse because itâ€™s quite fantastic. The bag crinkles and crunches in his hand, assuring me that there are more where this came from.
He doesnâ€™t give it to me though. Instead, he walks away, the treat dangling in his hand. We exit the kitchen and enter the living room, the old man walking as I hop along, trying to snatch it from his grasp. Before long, Iâ€™m huffing and puffing, finding it more difficult to breath than normal. I canâ€™t help it, as the very idea of munching on that treat has me so excited. I have to get it. But the old man moves faster and heâ€™s getting harder to keep up with.
So, I turn and race the other way in an attempt to cut him off. But, all he does is turn the other way, and Iâ€™m forced to keep up with him. We dance like this for a while, with my breathing getting difficult at every turn. I stop to cough every few bounds I take, slowing my efforts to get at the goods.
Finally, the old man caves in and stops the teasing, offering me the treat and rubbing my back while I enjoy it. And even though it doesnâ€™t taste awesome, the effort to get it made it all that much more enjoyable. He pats my sides, letting me know itâ€™s something we need to work on. And quite frankly, I agree. Iâ€™ve been a little too lazy for too long, and such games (plus a walk) definitely give me a chance to stretch my legs more often.
Jason DuronÂ is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories.Â Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky give you a chance to see daily life from a â€œdogâ€™s eye viewâ€ and share in their thoughts.Â Please enjoy, and we hope that youâ€™ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dogâ€™s very own â€œrockyâ€ adventures.