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 itâ€™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 Iâ€™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 Iâ€™m in the house, everything is cool.
Earlier this afternoon, we both loaded up in the old manâ€™s car and went for a drive. He kept talking about taking care of my safety. I donâ€™t know what it has to do with a â€œchip,â€ but Iâ€™m pretty sure that Iâ€™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 itâ€™s a treat for being a good pup.
Now weâ€™re here, in this place. And I donâ€™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 meâ€¦a little too hungrily.
I donâ€™t do much but sit beneath the old manâ€™s feet. The nurse at the counter gave me a treat, but it wasnâ€™t a chip, so I just set it down. Iâ€™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.
Thatâ€™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 wasnâ€™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. Thatâ€™s when I lost it. I growled and snarled at the dog and told him and his companion to beat it.
â€œWhoa there, pup. You need to calm down. Whatâ€™s with all the hostility?â€
I growled a few not so very kind words to him. He simply gave me a funny look.
â€œWell, thatâ€™s not nice. Letâ€™s try this again. Iâ€™m Skipper, and you areâ€¦â€
I didnâ€™t answer him. Iâ€™m usually pretty courteous, but Iâ€™m just a little too stressed to be that nice.
Look, I can see youâ€™re just a young â€™n, so take it from me, thereâ€™s no reason to get all upset here. Thereâ€™s not much we can do â€˜bout it. Iâ€™ve been coming here since I was a wee lad, and the doc has always done me right.â€
Realizing he didnâ€™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.
â€œI donâ€™t even know what Iâ€™m doing here. Iâ€™m not sick, and I havenâ€™t done anything wrong.â€ I let out a sigh and continued, â€œIâ€™m supposed to get a chip, but the only thing they gave me was this nasty treat.â€ I pawed the untouched tasteless item over to the old dog. His ears twitched a bit, and his moustache definitely made him look like heâ€™d been around for a good long time. He had that, â€œIâ€™ve done it all, and Iâ€™d do it againâ€ kind of attitude.
â€œA chip? Oh, youâ€™re gonna like it. Itâ€™s not for eating, itâ€™s so they can find you no matter where you get off to. I had one put in me a long time ago. Itâ€™s itchy at first, but you donâ€™t even know itâ€™s there after a while. Take it from me, youâ€™re getting it cos your poppy loves you.â€
Thatâ€™s when the doc called my name. The old man stood up and told me to follow. So I did. Before we entered the doctorâ€™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. Heâ€™s right. Thereâ€™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 Iâ€™ve got my companion, everything is going to be alright.
Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories.Â Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky give you a chance to see daily life from a â€œdogâ€™s eye viewâ€ and share in their thoughts.Â Please enjoy, and we hope that youâ€™ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dogâ€™s very own Rocky Adventures.