
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.
Author:
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.