Usually I would wake up and feel ready to take on the world…or at least the backyard. But today, I woke up feeling terrible. My belly felt like a rock, and even food didn’t sound too appetizing. Yesterday hadn’t gone so well either. It had started out like any other day, with me looking for ways to cause a little harmless mischief. But, yesterday had been very different.

It all started when I spotted the old man cooking up something delicious on the countertops. He was moving around the kitchen, moving dishes and stirring a soup. It was likely he was enjoying his daily tea, and what goes better with tea than something sweet. He never lets me have any of his sweets though. One of the few things that even my puppy-dog eyes can’t seem to talk him out of. I can smell it from here, a bar of deliciousness sitting on the table top, just waiting for the old man to enjoy with his afternoon tea.

Today was a chance to change it all though. With the old man preoccupied, it would be easy enough for me to sneak a taste without him noticing a thing. I studied the old man, his attention still firmly set on the countertops and their contents. So I made the first move. Up to the chair. I look again, but still no early warning signs. I make the next move. My nose surfs the table surface and locates the bar. I look to the old man, but still not a sign of regard. I help myself. The outer layer is odd, and not near as tasty as the inside. I manage to take a good sized bite before I’m discovered. And the last step is that I get into trouble.

But that wasn’t the end of the trouble. The old man seemed worried more than angry, and even called Christy over to hang out with us for a bit. As they talked, I felt something go very wrong inside my belly. A gurgling, some rumbling, and then…potty time. I rushed to the back door, yelping to get outside.

I didn’t even wait to find a comfortable spot, I just went. But that wasn’t even the end of it. My belly began to hurt, and even my head started complaining about nothing at all. Christy came out to check on me, pulling my mouth open to look inside. Guess she was checking to see if I had any leftovers, but I never leave leftovers. She should know that.

I gradually began to feel worse, and my belly was definitely giving me fits. I pretty much just stayed close to the doggy door for a quick exit to take care of business. Luckily, the old man took me for an unexpected car ride to doggy doc. I felt sick, but nothing the Rock couldn’t handle. This time, I was the most well behaved dog in the whole place. Usually, I’m rowdy and uncontrollable, but I wasn’t my regular self.

The doc checked me out, rubbing my belly around and looking into my mouth. I don’t know why, I already ate it all, and there wasn’t any left for him in there. Guess the old man really wants his goodies back. But, the good news is that the doc didn’t seem too concerned about the situation. Guess he isn’t as big a fan of sweets as the old man is.

So, now I’m just lying here, the day fresh, but my body not as eager as it usually is. The nice thing is that I get all the rice I want. Oddly enough, something that’s usually a treat had made it to my bowl last night. It was good, and my belly felt a lot better afterwards. The old man is a pretty decent cook. Maybe I’ll have some this morning, too. But for now, I have to take care of some business, and quick!

The urgency kicks me into overdrive, and I manage to get outside before any accidents take place. Guess my rock hard belly does have its limits.

It’s strange, but I can’t help but feel like the old man’s sweet bar was responsible for me getting sick. That wouldn’t make sense though, especially sense the old man loves them so much. They can’t make you feel like this…could they?


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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