ROCKY ADVENTURE – At Home…Alone

Well, the old man headed out this afternoon. He took off without me…again. But honestly, I’m far too wound up to mind at the moment. Instead, I’ve found interest in mischief. There are some snacks left on the table, some leftover lunch (a meaty sandwich) that demands my attention at the moment. I watched him push it to the center of the table right before he left. So, here I am with my front paws on the table-top, and my nose seeking the flavor of a delicious snack.

I look around the room, listening carefully for the jingle of keys or footsteps in the hall. Only the cool wind blowing through the kitchen window fills the air with sound. It’s safe to say that this sandwich is no longer safe. I pull myself up on the table (I’m definitely not supposed to be up here) and sniff the sandwich. Some lettuce, a little mustard, and a lot of meat compose this snack. I’m just interested in the meat. I pull it apart and grab myself a mouthful of the delicious substance.

As I enjoy the flavor of the first bite, my mischief is interrupted by the sound of an arrival. Immediately, I bound off the table and race to the couch to play my most innocent part of the “sleeping puppy.” But, the old man never enters. Nor does the sound of keys jingling tell me that he’s even here. I do hear something, but it isn’t the sound of the old man. In fact, I distinctly hear four sets of feet…or paws, traversing my home.

No time to play the lazy dog! I’m up and patrolling the well-being of my home. I start back in the kitchen, where the scent is strongest. Something definitely has been sneaking about the room. I follow the scent out into the hall and into the extra room. The door is ajar, possibly pushed open by the intruder. I enter and search the room. It’s musty in here, the smell of old dust has settled on the carpet. But, that makes it even easier to track my foe. The trail leads under the bed, where the darkness is unsettling. I let out a growl to alert anything that I’m coming in there. I crawl under and wiggle around the stored clutter.

Then I hear it again. The sound is quiet, almost miniscule. It moves out from the darkness and leaves the room. I bark warnings as I squeeze back out from under the bed. Dust bunnies have given me the sneezes and my eyes are watery and itchy. But, I don’t give up following the trail. I race back into the hallway to search my room. All my toys are still there. Whew, that’s good! No scent resides here, so the hunt is back on. Into the living room I go, snout to the carpet as I seek the fresh trail.

Before I know it, I’m back in the kitchen. The smell is strong again, a furry smell along with a touch of rotten food. I circle the room, before discovering that I’m being watched. Up, high upon my table, sits a cat. A cat with mustard on its grinning face. This invader had the tenacity to help itself to my snack and was pleased with such a dirty deed.

I’m mad. That was my snack! No one gets away with such a crime in my home! Apparently that cat didn’t think me an acrobat, or was just over confident in its own abilities. Up on the chair and then onto the table, I bound with enough agility to make the cat jealous of me. The culprit was definitely surprised, enough so that it dropped the mouthful of meat it had and leaped off the table and onto the counter.
The window. It had been opened to catch some fresh air, but instead it let this stinky cat in to feast on my goods. “Get out!” I bark, “And don’t ever touch my snacks again!”

The invader took my advice and hopped out the window. I barked cries of victory, indeed proud of myself and my excellent abilities. Then I noticed I was being watched again. The old man! He was just standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. I looked down at the chewed-up sandwich. Uh-oh…busted. Time to pull out the innocent puppy-dog eyes.

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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