ROCKY ADVENTURE – All Hallows’ Eve, Part 2

Though we enjoyed our treat without interruption, the night would not end there. For the two of us, that sugary apple pie has actually given us a second wind. And now, the youngsters, still dressed in their monster disguises, have begun to arrive even more consistently. The old man has his bucket of treats (which he has done a good job of keeping out of my sneaky reach) and offers them each a handful. Guess he’s just that nice of a guy. I would have kept the treats to myself, especially after those rascals scared me earlier.

After a while, the old man decides to spice things up for us. He dresses up in an old lab coat, pulls on some of his rubber cleaning gloves, and finds some wild goggles and adds them to his persona. He looks in the mirror for a moment before ruffling his hair into a tangle. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked quite mad. Then it’s my turn. I don’t like getting too dressed up, but the antennae with the little bobbly eyes doesn’t bother me much. A cape made from an old t-shirt adds to my charisma and I become…Super Alien Rocky.

I race around wildly, chasing the bobbly eyes on my head and enjoying the fluttering of my cape. No matter how fast I go, those bobbly eyes still evade my grasp, bouncing around and taunting me. It’s fun though, and I bark an approval to the old man, who also seems to like my costume.

We take a seat at the piano, and the old man begins to play a creepy tune. It starts with some deep, rumbling notes, offset by the occasional high pitched ones. After a few chords, I find myself howling to accompany the eerie music and tapping my paw upon a few of the keys to add some melody. Though this would often disturb the old man, he too joins in and howls into the night.

The doorbell rings again, so we pause for the moment and I rush to the door. I beat the old man there, eager to say hello to the disguised youngsters. When I look back, I notice the old man is coming, but only on two legs. In all the excitement he must’ve forgotten about his extra one. I run back to the piano and fetch it for him. The wood is heavy in my grasp, but I manage to handle it.

By the time I get back, he’s already handed out the goodies and closed the door. He looks at me, and I look at him, and he tells me what a super dog I am. I know this, but it’s always good to hear it once in a while. I tell him the same, and his eyes confirm that he understood.

We continue to greet the oncoming swarm of youngsters, and when they see us, they are quite frightened themselves. I guess that’s what makes this day so fun though. I realize that it isn’t about being frightened or even scaring each other- it’s about everyone- pups included- having a good time.

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.

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