The decorations went up today. The old man was roaming around the house, scrounging through the closet and pulling out the strangest things. It starts about this time every year, ending sometime after winter, and changing in between.
Since this is the beginning of the “phase,” my guess is that we’re in for some spooky times. First were the big hairy spider things, one on the front door and the other on the front of the car. They’re not really scary or anything, but if they were alive, that might be a completely different story. I’m sure even the old man wouldn’t dare brave handling such a creature let alone keeping it stored in the closet.
Basically, these decorations are just big balls of fluff with some extensions sticking out in every direction so they can latch onto things. And, I’m not saying I was scared or anything, but the old man did surprise me with one earlier today.
It started rather innocently, the old man’s voice beckoning me into the next room. Still a little groggy from my recent nap, I pattered into the kitchen only to have the spider’s huge hairy legs grab onto me. I tried to run away, but the legs had quite a grip, so I ended up racing around the room trying to get loose from my unexpected predicament.
I wasn’t scared. Okay, so maybe I peed a little, but technically it was out of sheer surprise. I know what these things are, but when you can’t see them, there’s no telling what has you by the tail. And needless to say, that particular decoration did not make it into the window. I spun around and faced my adversary, completely unaware that it was just a toy at first. I grabbed it by one of the long furry legs and dragged it through the house.
The only thing that stopped me was the doggy door. The fur-ball caught on the edges and got stuck. It took the old man a few minutes of wrestling to break it loose. So in the meantime, I went ahead and finished emptying out my daily business. And I talked to Buck.
“Got in trouble again,” Buck said gloomily through the fence.
“What for?” I asked. “You didn’t try to tear out the carpet again, did you?”
“Naw, it was this weird food that Christy brought home today.” Buck paused and a puzzled look appeared on his face. “She put them in the back room with me and then left. I figured they were treats.”
“You ate the pup-kin.” I said, familiar with a story of my own from years ago. The old man had brought home two pumpkins, a big one and a tiny one. One for him and one for me. Of course, he didn’t specify what they were for, so I ate mine. Well, more like I gnawed on it. They’re pretty tuff until you get to the middle.
“Pup-kin?” Buck’s expression became even more estranged. “That’s why I thought it was for me.”
“It is for you, just not for today,” I informed my friend. “We still have a week to go before things really get strange. It’s just that time of year for a little change to keep us on our paws. It might get boring otherwise.”
“Will there be more pup-kins?”
“There are all kinds of strange and cool treats to come. And if we’re good, I’m sure there will be plenty of treats for everyone to enjoy,” I said confidently. “I’m sure there’s plenty of pup-kins to go around in the meantime.”
“That sounds awesome! I can’t wait!” Buck’s spirits were definitely up and his tail was back to wagging. I guess everyone just needs a little pup-talk to get them feeling like them old selves again.
The old man called me, possibly to try to surprise me again, or it might be time for walkies. Either way, I’m definitely on alert for any suspicious activities regarding my companion. He can be just as crafty as me, and I’ve learned never to underestimate his cleverness.
But, just wait and see what happens next week. There’s going to be a lot of people wandering the neighborhood, searching for treats. And, it’s going to be our job to frighten them off so we can keep the treats for ourselves. Though, the old man is mostly responsible for luring them close while I lie in wait to distribute the ultimate surprise pounce. Together, we seem to balance right out, which is what a team is all about.
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.