Things are definitely weird around here. The old man and I have been here for a while now, hopefully just visiting. The people-pups have been most entertaining to play with, but I haven’t really had much opportunity to get out and enjoy the lifestyle I’m accustomed to.
Usually, I would wake up, stretch my paws, and check on the old man to make sure he’s getting our breakfast ready (where he proves himself incredibly dependable). And then it’s out into the yard to check for any mail, trespassers, and empty myself out. But in this place, I’m basically stuck in our den. And there’s not much room to play around in.
There’s things under our bed, blocking me from investigating or even hiding some of my treasures I manage to sneak away with. The worst thing is that the door is always closed. Now in our house, there aren’t many closed doors. There’s one in the hall, which has the epic responsibility of keeping that noisy sucker-upper thing locked up so it can’t tear around the house (except every other week, when the old man makes the mistake of opening the door). There’s only another one that leads down into the basement, and I don’t care much about going down there.
But here, the one door in this den always stays closed. I’m always trapped in here, and only on occasion do I get visitors. Mostly it’s the old man, feeding me and then carrying me outside for a short walk so I can take care of my necessaries. Other than that, I’m pretty much just hanging out by myself. It’s really not that much fun, and I can’t wait until we get back to our own home.
Footsteps outside the door informed me that the old man had come to fetch me for a little time out in the sun, which I’m extremely grateful for. The door opened, and the old man popped in. But he wasn’t here to get me. A quick rummage through his bag and he was done, headed for the door. I stopped him at the door, telling him that I needed to go out, but he told me to get back. I had to go. I had to get out of here, even for just a moment.
The old man didn’t have a chance. As soon as the door was cracked and he had stepped through, I shot out like a lightning bolt. All that energy for the past few days had been stored up for this one magnificent romp through unknown territory. One door. Two doors. Then out of the hallway and into the big room.
The people and their pups were all seated on the couch, chattering away in their silly talk (which I won’t even try to make out this time). Then I was spotted, which was made clear by the high pitched yelps of surprise. The people-pups gave chase, and I led them in a fantastic game of tag. They were bigger than me, but not as cunning. Under the table and behind the desk I raced, evading their grasp with every dashing move I could muster.
Then the pair of them got smart and split up. We had been running circles, but now they were coming at me from both sides. I had nowhere to run but up, right into the lap of the lady-person. Because she wasn’t in the game I didn’t think she was going to play any part in the set-up, but perhaps that is what they wanted me to think. Sometimes these people can be so clever.
I was held fast in the trap. And then the rubbing started. It began on my neck and gave way to a little scratching behind my ear. That felt good. Then the people-pups joined in, and eventually the old man had settled down too and everyone was sitting on the couch, including me.
The only one not happy about the situation was man-person. He sat there, his arms crossed, eyeing me in a rather irritated manner. Perhaps he was upset because he wasn’t part of the game, or that his lady had won. He even tried to take me and give me back to the old man, but the lady shooed him away, as if he were a pesky squirrel. I think he was a little jealous, and with good cause too. After all, you don’t get much cuter than me!
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.