Itâ€™s bedtime. The old man snores a bit, though it is not as bad tonight. Usually, his sleep keeps me from my own. The day was exciting, and Iâ€™m sure weâ€™re both a little tuckered out. We went for a walk, saying hello to some of the dogs and neighbors. The old man seemed really happy today, especially after chatting with a lady down the road. She gave him a pie she had made just for him (although he allowed me to have a piece, and I love apple pie). I canâ€™t help but notice the difference Iâ€™ve made in his life, and heâ€™s changed mine as well.
I think back to the time before I was brought to my home. I spent a long time in the cages, and before that is just a distant memory that has faded with my newfound happiness. The cages, though, were not so wonderful. There were lots of dogs, but few of them were my friends. Most were busy chasing their tails out of boredom, and the rest just sat around- waiting for someone to take them home.
The cage I was in held three other pups and me. They played together a lot, mostly wrestling and chatting with one another. They constantly talked about their days of freedom and cat chasing, the bigger pup often teasing the basset hound about his short legs. We played around when the days seemed to long, but most times, they were a little too rough for me (Iâ€™ve got a big heart, but my body isnâ€™t exactly dog-tastic).
On that special day, two strangers arrived at the door, looking and examining each of us. I couldnâ€™t understand what they were saying, since every dog in the kennel was barking wildly. I just sat and stared at them. Iâ€™ve always been able to hold my composure, not letting anything get me wound up or out of control.
They looked and pointed at the others in my cage, all three of whom were going wild with excitement. I put my paw on the cage door and gave them my best â€œPick me!â€ look.
Well, it worked.
On the way home, I was super excited, but remained outwardly calm. I nudged my new owners with my nose, enjoying their scent and affection. The woman held me tightly, telling me how cute I was. My tail wagged to agree.
We stopped at my new home. A nice place, not huge, but big enough for a pup my size. The door opened up, and I sprang out and began sniffing my new surroundings. I marked a few spots and then proceeded to smell the fresh air. There was a garden near. I detected fresh fruit and some flowers, probably roses. Then my new family called to me, so I followed them into the house.
The inside didnâ€™t smell as lively. There was somethingâ€¦sad about it. I looked around, spotting a piano and a comfy looking couch. My family walked through the home, calling out for â€œDaddy,â€ but I didnâ€™t follow them. They walked down the hall and went up the stairs. I followed my nose instead. The back door was ajar, so I nudged it open and looked out. A man was sitting on the porch. He seemed lonely, I could feel it. I walked up next to him and sat down, too. He was staring at his garden, the plants beginning to wilt. I nudged him with my nose, and let out a small grunt. It surprised him, but his expression quickly turned to relief. He stared down at me, his eyes brightening up.
â€œHey there, buddy,â€ the old man said. â€œWhereâ€™d you come from?â€
I told him that the others were looking for him, but he didnâ€™t seem that concerned about it. Instead, he scooped me up and put me in his lap. Then he began to pet me as he examined my expression. My tail wagged, and the sadness faded from his eyes, just a little at first. But as time went on, he learned to be happy again. I guess he needs me just as much as I need him.
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.