ROCKY ADVENTURE – Rocky Gets Loose!

Well, Izzy was right. The old man came back for me that very night. I was of course very excited to see him. But despite being left with my friends, I was still a bit insecure about when he might leave me again. After all, it was a very unexpected event. We go everywhere together. And even when the old man is gone, it isn’t for very long (but he never fails to bring me a treat).

So, I haven’t left his side ever since. He goes into the kitchen, I go into the kitchen. He goes outside, I’m right there with him. Even when something interesting flies by, such as a winged insect to tease my curiosity, I still keep an eye on the old man.

Needless to say, I had every intention of going with him when he picked up the keys to the car. I waited for him at the front door as he picked up his hat and third leg. It was probably just a quick run that he’d return from shortly, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

After some arguing (which I won, of course), we loaded up and went for a drive. It was the same route we always took, down the road and to the left. Then a curve that always pulls my body hard enough that I have to shift my position to keep my balance. This road takes us to the grocery store. It’s a weekly run that the old man makes, normally without me. But not today. I’m not letting him out of my sight.

We parked and the old man took his keys with him. This always makes me a little anxious. The sound of the jingling either means he’s coming or going. This time I know he’s going. I strain against the device restraining me. I know it’s there for my security, but it’s not supposed to keep me from being with my friend.

I struggle some more as the old man tells me to be good and that he’ll be right back. His words don’t comfort me though. He closes the door and walks away. I’m sad, but still determined. The belts that confine me are no match for my skill. After some twisting and turning, I manage to get free. I jump into the other seat and draw in the fleeting smell of my friend. Then it’s up to the window to get a good look at my surroundings. There are other cars here. Another dog, someone I don’t recognize, is a good distance away. The window is cracked enough for me to stick my nose out in order to get a better smell. Yep, that dog just wet the seat. I holler out to him, and ask if he’s seen the old man. He answers back with something about a ball under the seat. Most of it is puppy gibberish, so I ignore it.

Instead, I curl up in the seat and let out a sigh. He did it again. I wait, and I wait, and I wait, but it seems like forever before the old man’s footsteps can be heard. They are very distinct. After all, he walks with three legs. I perk up and pounce against the window. The old man is there, loading some bags into the trunk of the car. One of them he keeps with him. He looks at me with an unexpected grin and opens the door.

I am very excited to see that he’s back, so I jump out to be with him. This is something I really didn’t think about at the time. The world out here is very different, and my curiosity always gets the better of me. A spot on the pavement, only a few bounds away, requires my specific attention and a mark.

Before I knew it, I was exploring the world that the old man had been in. It is so very different, full of sights and smells that stopped me from paying attention to what was going on. The old man was chasing me around, yelling my name. A game? Maybe, but he sounds mad. I stop at a nearby car tire and beg for forgiveness. The old man grabbed me and held me tight. As he did this, another car drove by, the air pulling around us from the speed. If I had kept going, it might have run me over!

The old man holds me tightly as we head back to the car. I can hear his heart racing as fast as mine. We both get inside, and we both buckle up. The old man looks at me, shakes his head, and smiles as he speaks.

“Don’t ever do that again!”


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.

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