Whatâ€™s with all the noise? These odd smells? Everything was wildly different when I awoke this morning. By the time I had made my way into the living room, everyone was already waiting for me. Then I saw them. Boxes and bags were strewn about underneath the tree. I donâ€™t know if itâ€™s good or bad. All I know was that when I went to sleep last night, the floor beneath the tree was clean. I had made sure of that. I looked up at my companion for an explanation. The old man just gives me a surprised look, but thereâ€™s a gleam in his eye that tells me he knows something.
Today must be special, because all my friends are here. Debbie and Izzy brought us a pie and even some extra goodies that were put on the table for snackies later (they think I canâ€™t get to them, but with a little help from my friends, Iâ€™m sure we can get into some mischief). Even Christy has stopped in for a visit. Thieves is lucky enough to join us for the occasion, even though the old man was a little worried at first. But after I told him that it was cool, he agreed.
So, Thieves, Izzy, and I proceeded to inspect each other. After that was done, we moved on and started with the boxes. I took the left side of the tree, Thieves crawled into a bag, and Izzy found a box with a ribbon that he liked in particular.
When that situation turned out rather badly, we were moved out into the yard fairly abruptly. Itâ€™s all good though. I had to take care of my morning business. In all the excitement, I had neglected my over-filled bladder.
We chased each other around for a bit, talking excitedly about what we had smelled underneath the tree. I was convinced there were some flavorful eats, while Izzy claimed that his favorite flavored bone was in there somewhere. Thieves said he liked the paper that he had found in the bag. I like it too. Paper sounds cool when you thrash it around and pounce around with it. Plus, it feels funny in my mouth and on my face.
The door opened, and out popped the old man. He didnâ€™t even get to call us. I rushed through his legs and into the room. The boxes had changed into things. Clothes, gadgets, and I even spotted a new hat for the old man. He always wears the ones that give him a lot of shade all around his head, not like the ones with a cover just over his snout and eyes. He looks good in them, and so few others seem to wear them around here.
With no time to waste, I rush over to the tree to see whatâ€™s left. Only a single box and a bag are left sitting beneath the tree. I look back at the others, wondering if one is for me. Debbie is petting Izzy, trying to calm him down, while Christy sits on the couch, cuddling with Thieves.
The old man drops down and gives me a good scratch behind the ear. He points at the remaining items and points at me. Then he does it again, but points to my two friends instead. I understand. I grab the bag, and since Thieves seemed to be a little particular to it, I gave it to him. The box with the ribbon goes to my friend Izzy. Debbie helps Izzy open his, while Thieves rushes head first into his own bag of goodies. He rustles around for moment before emerging with a scarf and a bag of treats. I lick my lips. At the same time, Izzy chomps down on his favorite flavored bone. A whole boxful for him to enjoy sits on the floor. I lick my lips again.
Iâ€™m kind of sad, I guess. But, seeing my friends so happyâ€¦makes me happy. Then the old man gives me a good scratch behind my ear. I look up to see that he has that mischievous look in his eye again. Then he slides me my own present, a little something just for me.
Jason Duron 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.