After some time of relaxing and enjoying an evening without my collar, it was time to get dressed. You might think I’d struggle at least a little bit, but I never do. I know I’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 I’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 Buck’s yard, but that didn’t stop me from sticking my snout through the broken boards at the bottom.
“Buck! Hey, what are you doing?” I called out trying to be as friendly as possible. I’ve been alone before, and it’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.
That’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. Buck’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 wasn’t even enough room for him to wander around his own yard!
The old man’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 didn’t answer. Instead, he dropped back down to the ground and heaved a sigh.
That’s when I heard the voices. The old man and a stranger were talking about something that I couldn’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 Buck’s yard and talking about “fleas” and “house.” The other man, much younger than my companion, simply shrugged and said something about “not enough time.” 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 didn’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, Buck’s owner emerged from his own home. He walked over to us and talked with Christy and the old man. After they’d spoken to each other in their language–a thing I’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 Buck’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 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.