Well, my cave was fun while it lasted, because now it has met with a most untimely end. First it was folded. Then it was crumpled and crushed. Finally, it found its way out the back door and right into the trash. Itâ€™s a shame really, since it was keeping me so interested and entertained. Now, Iâ€™m bored at the moment.
All those little pieces of wood ended up being assembled into a rather large table thingy, which would be cool if it had tunnels and toys that would provide a little entertainment. But it has none of that for me. For the old man, itâ€™s a different story. The drawers open, and out pops a new toy for the old man. Itâ€™s the craziest thing. I just wish he would get something like that for me.
I do enjoy seeing the old man excited about his new table toy-making thing, but he isnâ€™t paying very much attention to me anymore. He just sits and tinkers, while I fight my stuffed squirrel or watch the birds hop around in the yard. Iâ€™d chase them, but that gets a little old after a while.
The thing I really want is to play with the old man. Right now, heâ€™s tinkering at his table, moving his tools around tediously with paws that donâ€™t seem to be tiring anytime soon. Heâ€™s been at it since lunch time, and Iâ€™m pretty sure we missed our walk yesterday. I really donâ€™t want to miss it today, so Iâ€™m going to have to get him back in the game.
My plan begins with a search through my toy box for something strategically intriguing. If I were the old man, what kind of toy would I like the best? Letâ€™s see: thereâ€™s my squeaky carrot, but I donâ€™t think he cares for that one much. I could try my ball, but itâ€™s kind of iffy.
Ball in mouth, I trot over to the old man and drop it under his chair and check his expression for any signs of interest. Nothing. I paw his shoe, just to be sure, but there is still no response. Iâ€™ll have to try something else, something that heâ€™ll definitely want to play with.
Back at my box, I dig through my assorted goodies. Thereâ€™s a throwing dish thatâ€™s been chewed beyond flight, the good old little-ball-in-big-ball puzzle that I still havenâ€™t figured out, a soccer ball, and my stuffed squirrel. I think the squirrel will get the old man going today. We always get a good game of tug going when I get this rascal out.
I bring the fiercest play toy back to the old man. There will be playtime now, thereâ€™s no doubt about it. I stare up at the old man whose attention has yet to waver from his tedious entertainment. I impatiently paw his leg, higher each time until Iâ€™m standing up against his knee. But he still doesnâ€™t give me the attention I need. A bark of frustration is muffled by my stuffed squirrel, so to get my requests better heard, I drop my toy in his lap and bark again.
The old man jumps and his eyes finally train on me. At last, I have his attention. He picks up the squirrel and looks at it carefully. Then he tosses it across the room. Of course, I have to chase it, no matter how long or short the distance. It lands with a squeak behind the sofa, and I have it again, squeezing it until it squeaks again to announce my victory.
My triumph is short lived however. I return to the table and the old man, but heâ€™s right back to playing with his own toys. Thatâ€™s enough of this. I hop up in his lap and squeak the squirrel right in his face. That gets his attention quickly, but all he does is take the squirrel and nonchalantly toss it away again. I donâ€™t chase it this time.
â€œPlay with me!â€ I howl. He stares at me. I stare at him. And then he noses me and rolls his eyes. I can feel him getting up beneath me, so Iâ€™m sure weâ€™re going to do something now for sure. He rustles through some stuff and finds his outside hat and my trusty leash. Great, weâ€™re finally going to go do something together! It only took most of the day and a little Rocky-attitude, but I got the job done. What else would you expect from a great dog like me?
You ready, old man? Letâ€™s go play.
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.