Today has been a busy day, mostly full of lazing about and chewing on my favorite toy. Every now and then, the squirrel toy squeaks, so I bite down harder. I can feel my teeth push into the fluffy creature and catch onto something tougher, but it always manages to squirm away from me. I get lucky sometimes and get a good grip on it which fills the house with squeaks of joy…at least for me. After a while, it seems to drive the old man a little crazy.
One such time is this very moment. The old man’s expression stiffens, and his head cocks just a little. It doesn’t affect his work at the piano though. He still manages to play a few notes and make scribbles on his paper without letting onto the fact that he’s becoming annoyed. Once I’ve teased him enough, the squirrel and I head down the hall to enjoy a good romp around the sofa and then out the doggy door and into the backyard.
I take care of a little business before noticing that our neighbor is outside. Christy waves to me over the fence and asks me how I’m doing today. I tell her how busy I’ve been, doing what I do best, but that I have this itch behind my ear that needs to be tended too. I put my front paws up on the fence and give her my classic “Please” eyes. She leans over, scoops me up, and scratches the wrong ear. But she finds her way to the right one after a few moments.
I thank her and try to give her a kiss, but she looks at me with scrunched eyes and a wrinkled nose. She shakes her head and tucks me under her arm. We head around to the gate and make our way to the back door. After a few knocks, the old man opens the door with a bewildered look in his eyes. Christy tells him something, the only word I catch is “stinky.” I don’t know what she’s talking about, I just had a bath last week. I think I smell great!
Christy tells the old man to follow, and we all three head back to her yard where I’m handed off to the old man. He looks at me and gives my nose a sniff. His face scrunches up and he pulls back, the scent seemingly not very agreeable with him either.
The back door opens up and Thieves sleepily waddles out into the yard. Christy follows close behind with something in her hand. Toys, maybe? The old man takes a seat on a bench and holds me in his lap. It’s like I’m in trouble or something, and I’m starting to get worried.
“What’d I do?” I whine. “I’m sorry! I won’t squeak the squirrel while you’re playing, anymore!”
Christy sits next to us and squeezes some smelly stuff on her fingers. I move in for a closer smell, and that’s when they got me. Christy opened up my mouth and started tickling my mouth with the stuff. I squirm, but the old man holds me tight.
It’s scary at first, but after a moment, it started feeling kind of good. I usually just chew on sticks or my bone to get to those itches, but hey, if they’re going to do it for me, why not enjoy. Plus I get this tasty stuff (I lick most of it off her brushy thing before they even put it in my mouth).
I look up at the old man, his eyes very intent as he watches Christy scrub my mouth. She tells him things while she scrubs and brushes, the old man nodding along and agreeing as he watched carefully. The old man pets and strokes my back, making the experience something that I could be pampered by every day. The attention is great, especially when it’s all about me! Even Thieves is watching from his spot behind Christy, his little bandit eyes never blinking.
Then Christy stops and hands the stuff to the old man. He gives me a very intense look over his eye glasses. The little brush thing on his finger gets a fresh dose of the tasty stuff. Then he pulls my lips apart and starts scrubbing, too. I lick him a few times and show him where it feels the best. Guess you can teach an old man new tricks.
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.