After some time of relaxing and enjoying an evening without my collar, it was time to get dressed. You might think Iâ€™d struggle at least a little bit, but I never do. I know Iâ€™m supposed to wear it because it lets everybody know where I belong. And wherever I go, there I am- with my faithful companion.
Unfortunately, that leaves me with a great concern about my new neighbor, Buck. It seems to me that if any dog needed to enjoy the company of a good companion, it would be him. So, that leaves me with only one choice- it’s time to come up with a plan.
Though Iâ€™ve been renowned for my creative abilities in the past, this would not necessarily be considered one of those moments. As soon as my collar was back on, I rushed to the back door and bound out into the yard. Of course, the brick was in the way, stopping me from reentering Buckâ€™s yard, but that didnâ€™t stop me from sticking my snout through the broken boards at the bottom.
â€œBuck! Hey, what are you doing?â€ I called out trying to be as friendly as possible. Iâ€™ve been alone before, and itâ€™s one of the worst feelings that any dog can experience. I could see him in the shadows of his dog house, still lying there in his melancholy atmosphere.
Thatâ€™s when the old man surprised me from behind. He scooped me back up and sternly told me not to be doing that. But, then he noticed Buck. He stared for a moment before calling to the somber fellow. Buckâ€™s ears did make an effort to perk up as he emerged from his dark lair. After a few steps, his leashing became taut and he could move no more. There wasnâ€™t even enough room for him to wander around his own yard!
The old manâ€™s expression saddened at the sight and he let out a sigh as we made our way back inside. He set me down on the carpet and made his way towards the front door. I tried to go with him, but he told me to stay, so I did. I listened as his footsteps traveled down the walkway and towards the neighbor’s house. Seeing the opportunity to once again talk with my new friend, I rushed through the doggy door.
At the fence, I spotted Buck still standing at the end of his leash. I called out to him again, asking him how he was doing. But, he didnâ€™t answer. Instead, he dropped back down to the ground and heaved a sigh.
Thatâ€™s when I heard the voices. The old man and a stranger were talking about something that I couldnâ€™t quite make out. A few moments later, their heads appeared over the fence line to my left. I could see the old man pointing into Buckâ€™s yard and talking about â€œfleasâ€ and â€œhouse.â€ The other man, much younger than my companion, simply shrugged and said something about â€œnot enough time.â€ They talked a little more before the old man gave up, seemingly frustrated.
I made my way back inside to see what the old man was up to. But, he didnâ€™t come in, at least not right away. Both he and Christy returned to surprise me with a little entertainment for the evening. We greeted each other. I wagged my tail while she patted my head. Then we all three went to the back yard to say hello to Buck.
I was far too short to peek over the fence, so I just used the cracks to see. Buck was up again, this time offering a slight wag of the tail to the appearance of a larger audience. All three of us talked to our new friend for a few minutes. Then, Buckâ€™s owner emerged from his own home. He walked over to us and talked with Christy and the old man. After theyâ€™d spoken to each other in their languageâ€“a thing Iâ€™ve never imagined myself mastering, the other fellow released Buck from his leash and led him over to us.
I remember how excited Christy looked that day. She loves friends, especially ones with four legs, so I know Buckâ€™s going to be happy now. And he is. I guess all it takes is friendly wag of the tail and the smile of a companion to really make the day memorable.
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 “rocky” adventures.