I munched on my lunch while the activity around me moved at a radical pace. The old man wasn’t the only one in the house. Debbie was in the kitchen, working her magic on some delicious smelling delights that I hope to get a taste of later. Meanwhile, some of the old man’s relatives have made an appearance to entertain me. Two of his children decided to drop by- and they even brought their own youngsters to play with me.
At first, I wasn’t too excited about the intruders, but the children turned out to be a world of fun. They ran, I chased. They threw my favorite ball. I rushed to get it and let them chase me to try to get it. Needless to say, it’s been a very fun morning, which has made me very hungry.
So, I’ve already gobbled down my own lunch and have made my way under the table, hoping that the youngsters will drop a few crumbs to add some extra flavor to my meal. And I do get lucky. When the others aren’t looking, the little girl Samantha sneaks me a few delicious mouthfuls of Debbie’s cooking.
I was so seduced by the flavor of the treat that I didn’t even realize the old man had been giving me “the look” until he spoke up. Oh, busted. I looked at him, offering my best “guilty but innocent” look. My paws go to my snout, intensifying the cuteness of my eyes. It works wonders when I know I’ve been caught. The old man just shakes his head and goes back to enjoying his own meal.
After lunch, the real fun begins. The adults revealed their bags of toys and other goodies that covered the table. “Eggs” they called the objects. There were different sized ones, each smelling a little different than the next. From my spot in the old man’s chair, I could sort through the eggs that were close enough to examine. Debbie and the old man were opening some of them and putting treats in. Then they’d close them back up and drop them into a different basket.
It wasn’t until I tried to take one for myself that I was quickly diverted out of the kitchen. Guess it’s not time for me to play…yet.
A short while later, all the adults started putting the eggs in the yard. I watched from my spot in the window while the kids were tucked away in a separate room so they couldn’t peek. But, peeking isn’t something that a curious pup like me can resist. They hid eggs in the back yard for a while, but then moved onto the side yard, where they would clearly lose sight of the back.
Slowly, I move out into the yard, sniffing for the eggs. I find the first one, which will now find its new home in my favorite corner of the yard. Here, a bush grows thick, making it an excellent spot for hiding my treasures (there are even a few old toys that had been forgotten with time). I do the same with the others until no more can be found. By the end, I have about twenty eggs all to myself. I’m happy.
That’s when the back door opened and the children came rushing out with baskets in hand. They raced through the yard, searching for the eggs. When they didn’t find any, their smiles began to disappear. They looked sad. It kind of made me sad. I looked back at my treasure cove, considering if it felt better to have them all to myself, or if I’d feel better sharing these treasures with my friends.
“Hey!” I called out to them. “Over here!” I grabbed an egg from my treasure pile and took it to Samantha’s basket, dropping it in to fill the emptiness. She looked at me as though a magic trick had been performed. She smiled in appreciation, so I went to get another. Then they finally figured out what had happened to the eggs. The smiles became laughter as the adults appeared to see what was going on.
Samantha rolled me over, rubbing my belly and telling me how mischievous I was. It really does feel better to give treasure to someone else than to keep it for yourself. I’m happy. They’re happy. It’s a good day for everybody, and my tail says so.
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.