ROCKY ADVENTURE – A Pup’s Christmas Wish

Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure
Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure

My ears perked up and my eyes made a flutter

I could hear the old man rustling about somewhere or another

Plastic crinkled and paper ripped

I hopped down from the bed and almost tripped

As my paws clicked across the old wooden floor

Only pausing for a moment to sniff the air right outside the door

Surely this smell couldn’t be my favorite recipe

That’s only reserved for special occasions that include our good friend Debbie

And of course that must mean that other friends have made an appearance

A scent of theirs soon fills the air with a unique fragrance

Which means that this is one of my favorite times of year

One that includes presents, friends, and good cheer.


I soon find myself inspecting all the sights

A home that is full of people, dogs, and bright lights

Of course, there are goodies on the table that I can’t quite see

But that doesn’t stop my nose or my wishful doggy decree

Please, I ask the old man at first,

My best puppy-dog eyes which were well-rehearsed

He pats my head and continues to sip his tea

And does not succumb to my repeated plea

This is just the first attempt in this morning’s feat

Since I can always rely on one of our guests for a treat.


I patter away towards the kitchen to see

Two friends of mine, Buck and Christie

Buck lays lazily, his floppy ears mopping the floor

His eyes seem to wish for the same thing, and nothing more

“Treats?” I ask, to which Christie does reply

“Not right now, silly guy”

Woe is me, will anyone please pass me some goodies

After all, this is a special day that includes things like cookies

I saw you setting them out last night for a jolly big fellow

Dressed in a winter suit and a grand voice that would bellow

Whether he laughs or whispers, it seems he lacks an inside voice

I saw it on the picture box last night, ‘twas the old man’s particular choice.


While being turned down twice might seem like a deterrent

A good dog like me has a determination that remains fervent

So it’s off to check on yet another guest that has entered the scene

With arms full of assorted goodies that make my eyes gleam

Debbie and Izzy announce their arrival

A celebration that demands a toast that none can rival

Oh, I’m so happy to see you guys right about now

Because I could sure use your help getting a treat, if you’ll allow

But in all the commotion, I’m simply neglected

My needs are simple, yet always rejected.


Just a modest treat is all I ask of you

A crumb, a nibble, a couple of licks aren’t too much, it’s true

But the commotion only becomes disorderly

As boxes and bags pile around us abnormally

One for the old man and one for Christie

Then one for Debbie, then comes Izzy

Buck and I aren’t excluded

A box for each of us dogs, ribbons included

Then it’s time for each to open up their mystery treat

Each seems to possess that aroma, ever so sweet

The old man plucks the cover to expose the dish

A new toy to play with and my very own tasty Christmas wish!


Once the goods have satisfied my belly’s desire

I squeak my toy and rush around as the old man warms by the fire

His comfy seat is a favored spot where he observes

The fun filled expressions of his guests as they munch on hors d’oeuvres

After an excited romp about the room, over boxes and through debris

I hop into the lap of my faithful friend, confident that he loves me

Of this there is no doubt, regardless of abundant goodies and the occasional treat

It’s that special something we share that no other could ever repeat.


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.

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