Well, the trip wasn’t what I had expected. While I couldn’t see anything out of my little window, I was sure we were headed down one extremely bumpy road for a while. But other than that, the road was smooth going uphill. Up and down we went, my ears popping on occasion which left this incessant ringing sound somewhere I couldn’t quite place.
But after we had arrived, and met the astounding number of new scents that it brought, it was back out to where I could see again. And that is a very good thing, since I’ve had a chance to potty since we first left. The old man plopped me out, leashed me, and set me to explore the new location.
That’s where I met them. The new people. They were a nice couple, but I had no idea who they were and they seemed not to care much for who I was either. They were just a couple of strangers. But it’s their people-pups I was more interested in. The pair of them took right to me, petting and rubbing and scratching behind my ears. Oh, I really like them.
So we went home with them. I had to stay in my little tent bag, but this time the trip was a lot smoother and it helped that my bladder was empty too. The whole ride along, the people-pups kept checking me out through my little window, occasionally putting their paws close enough so I could give them a sniff, mostly checking to see if they were handing me a treat.
When we finally arrived, I was unleashed upon the yard to explore the new scents and listen to the odd sounds. Everything was abuzz, from birds chattering about a twig and a nest, to a squirrel squeaking at me to get out of his yard. I didn’t and instead found a hole he had dug and pulled out some of the goodies he had stashed- just to let him know who the boss around here was.
The indoors were amazing, though there were rules for me to abide by. The people made that very clear to the old man and me. I could go here, but not there. I wasn’t allowed in their room or the kitchen or the other room. In fact, I wasn’t allowed much of anywhere at all. I was lucky enough to be able to bunk with the old man.
With the door closed and the old man’s things being unpacked, I decided to unpack my own stuff. My ball, my favorite fluffy that Christy gave me, and a treat I had stashed when no one was looking. I took it and hid it behind the bed post where the old man wouldn’t find it. I can’t eat it in front of him, since he’ll probably want some too.
After he had unpacked, the old man told me to stay and left me by myself. I tried to follow him, but he pushed me back with a firm “no.” Then he left. So I waited. Maybe he had gone to get some snacks for us. Perhaps he was just going potty. I don’t know and I couldn’t hear much of what was going on out there. Occasionally he laughed, but then it was quiet again.
That is until my door opened. The people pups had come to join me. Or rather, I had now joined them. The girl picked me up and carried me out and into another room. It was completely different in here, not to mention that there was a really strange smell. It was almost like the woods like that time we went camping. But there were no trees here. At least none that I could see.
Then I was introduced to the source. A small creature, fluffy and smelly, was wiggling through a maze of tunnels and burrowing in some wood chips. It was a strange critter that also seemed intrigued by me. Its little paws pressed tight up against the cage and its nose wiggled to catch a whiff of my scent.
“Who are you,” I asked, “and where can I get a cage like that for myself?”
The nose stopped and wiggled no more. Once it blinked. Then again. And finally it spoke.
“My name…is Sir Whiskers the Fluffy, and all that you see is my kingdom. There is none other like it,” the critter proclaimed. “You may leave me now, as it is time to run in the wheel of infinity.” Then the little critter turned and hopped into a wheel where he began to run. The funny thing is that it went nowhere. What’s the purpose in that?
With introductions out of the way, it was time to play. And that we did. Overall, today was a good day. Though the trip was a little bumpy, we met some new people and made some new friends, even if one of them is a little strange. I can’t wait to tell Izzy about this one.
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.