Things have been a little different since I escaped from the puppy-nappers. The old man always seems a little worried about me going outside. My doggy door is blocked during the night or when it’s nap time. Now, instead of me having my usual complete freedom, I seem to have an escort wherever I go. The old man comes with me when I’ve got to do my business (he looks away when I go, which is most courteous of him to do so). But other than that, when I’m in the house, everything is cool.

Earlier this afternoon, we both loaded up in the old man’s car and went for a drive. He kept talking about taking care of my safety. I don’t know what it has to do with a “chip,” but I’m pretty sure that I’m not supposed to have any of those. Las time I had my head in the pantry, the old man got mad at me. Oh well. I guess it’s a treat for being a good pup.

Now we’re here, in this place. And I don’t like it one bit. A couple of strange pups are barking at me, a cat just hissed some most unkindly words at me, and that huge dog across the way keeps staring at me…a little too hungrily.

I don’t do much but sit beneath the old man’s feet. The nurse at the counter gave me a treat, but it wasn’t a chip, so I just set it down. I’m too worried to eat right now. Last time I was here, the doc stuck me with stickers even though I told him not to.

That’s when he walked in. His head held high, and his tail standing straight up at attention like a flag told me that this pup wasn’t worried at all. Which was all good, but then his companion plopped down in the seat next to the old man, and he decided to inspect me. That’s when I lost it. I growled and snarled at the dog and told him and his companion to beat it.

“Whoa there, pup. You need to calm down. What’s with all the hostility?”

I growled a few not so very kind words to him. He simply gave me a funny look.

“Well, that’s not nice. Let’s try this again. I’m Skipper, and you are…”

I didn’t answer him. I’m usually pretty courteous, but I’m just a little too stressed to be that nice.

Look, I can see you’re just a young ’n, so take it from me, there’s no reason to get all upset here. There’s not much we can do ‘bout it. I’ve been coming here since I was a wee lad, and the doc has always done me right.”

Realizing he didn’t want a piece of me, I settled down a bit. The fur on the back of my neck smoothed back out as the old man gave me a back rub to calm my nerves.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing here. I’m not sick, and I haven’t done anything wrong.” I let out a sigh and continued, “I’m supposed to get a chip, but the only thing they gave me was this nasty treat.” I pawed the untouched tasteless item over to the old dog. His ears twitched a bit, and his moustache definitely made him look like he’d been around for a good long time. He had that, “I’ve done it all, and I’d do it again” kind of attitude.

“A chip? Oh, you’re gonna like it. It’s not for eating, it’s so they can find you no matter where you get off to. I had one put in me a long time ago. It’s itchy at first, but you don’t even know it’s there after a while. Take it from me, you’re getting it cos your poppy loves you.”

That’s when the doc called my name. The old man stood up and told me to follow. So I did. Before we entered the doctor’s room, I looked back at the old dog for a moment. His tail was still standing at attention like nothing could ever make it go down. He’s right. There’s not much I can do about it, so why stress myself out worrying. I just have to move forward, deal with it, and keep going. And as long as I’ve got my companion, everything is going to be alright.


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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