ROCKY ADVENTURE – Rocky Hits the Ice

Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure
Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure

While the piles of fluffy snow might have shrunk to mere mounds that litter the yard and walkway, it doesn’t mean things aren’t still cold. The few moments I’ve spent outside taking care of my necessaries is more than enough for me to lose feeling in my toes. So, I spend as much time as I can right here in my fluffy couch pillow, keeping my paws toasty and comfortable.

Which was exactly where I was when the old man woke me up. I’ll admit that I was a little grumpy at first, but that soon subsided when I realized that he had invited my friends over to play. After all, we have been snuggled up at home for a while now with barely a glimpse of what’s been going on outside. So when I smelled Izzy and Debbie, I was rather excited to have playmates to keep me company.

“Where have you been?” I asked Izzy.

“Been at home,” he replied with a wag of his tail. “Did you see all the snow?”

“Oh yeah, it was terrible.”

Izzy cocked his head at me awkwardly. “I thought it was cool. It’s fun to run around in. The only bad thing was losing all those balls in it. Every time too. Deb would throw me a ball, and I’d even catch it, but then it was gone. It’s quite the mystery.”

“You…like to be in that cold snow?”

“It’s awesome. Don’t you?”

“It was way too cold for my paws. Plus, we couldn’t even go outside the first day because it was too high. I would have been up to my ears in it if I was out there.” I stated, trying to help Izzy understand the difference in our sizes.

“Well, it’s not that deep now. Mostly, it’s just a bunch of piles that we can dig in and see what’s under. Did you know that you can even eat it? And no one gets mad either!”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s too cold for my paws out there, so I’m not going.”

Izzy gave me a sly look. “It won’t be cold if you’re all warmed up!” Then he pounced.

Things got crazy then. We’d been confined for so long that all that energy had to eventually go somewhere. And it did. I wiggled out from under Izzy’s bulky fur coat and started a race that took us everywhere in the house. We dashed through the hall and into the bedroom. Then it was back down the hall and into the kitchen, where I gained an advantage. I was ready for the loss of traction and leapt over to the little carpet close to where the old man keeps my food bowl and water. Izzy had apparently forgotten about the floor’s slippery characteristics, and when sliding right under the table. I hopped right back into the hall and back into the living room before Izzy managed to get any traction. His nails were still clicking and searching for grip by the time I had hidden under the couch pillows.

But even that head-start didn’t help me evade Izzy’s nose. He sniffed me out and pawed all the pillows away, revealing one of my best hiding places (guess I’m just used to hiding from the old man). Back down and out, I raced…for the doggy door.

I didn’t even stop to check how it was outside. Guess I was just excited. The door popped open and I tumbled out and into a small pile of snow. However, Izzy didn’t have quite the sleek figure that I have, so he had to stop and work to get through the door. That bought me enough time to hide somewhere clever. I nudged the snow to the side and started towards the bushes at the far side of the yard. But, I wasn’t moving.

My paw went forward, but didn’t grab onto anything. It just slid, kind of like the kitchen floor. I tried to step again, but ended up on my tail, sliding in a circle. I couldn’t go where I wanted to. Then Izzy joined me, sliding on all four, like he’d done it a hundred times before.

“Cool, huh?” Izzy exclaimed.

“Why can’t I walk?” I asked, a little confused about the new environment.

“It’s magic. You just have to know what you’re doing. Start by crawling, or you’ll just fall on your tail again.”

Down on my belly (which was getting cold and wet now) I inched my way out to the grass. Once I had firm footing again, I checked out the tufts of snow leftover from the past week. They weren’t as soft as they first appeared, almost like that stuff the old man sometimes knocks out of his cold food-box in the kitchen. So I tasted it. It was about the same, except it tingled on my tongue. And that’s when Izzy messed up my flavor-test by pouncing on the pile and scattering snow over everything- including me. If I wasn’t cold before, I was surely freezing now.


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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