There has been a lot of commotion for the past couple of days. The house has received a thorough cleaning, and the furniture has been moved around. Everything is a little unfamiliar- and I’m not sure I like it. Though I love getting a little messy from time to time, I enjoy having everything in its specific place. It makes me a little nervous when things change. It’s a feeling that doesn’t quite scare me, but does make me uncomfortable.
But today makes it all better. Christy and Izzy’s companion, Debbie, have been bringing food over to my home (and you know I love that). The air is full of tasty smells that make my mouth water, and even Izzy is drooling a bit. We’ve been trying to keep our minds off the irresistible smells by playing, but it’s proving quite difficult.
So here we two pups are, sitting in the back yard and trying not to think of what’s going on. Luckily, a very familiar car rolls up into the driveway and out pops Tim and his companion. The two of them enter the front door. And three, two, one…out exits Tim back into the yard with us. Tim turns right back around and bolts for the door- and fails entry as the door slams shut. The ill-mannered rascal hops up on the screen and starts whimpering.
“Ha! You didn’t think they were going to let you stay in there, did ya?” Izzy laughs and moved to inspect the newcomer. “Don’t ya know? No dogs allowed!”
“But, it smells so good…” Tim returns his attention to whining and scratching at the door.
“No worries, bubba. The time to enjoy will come when it comes.” Izzy inspects Tim, and then tries to start a game of “ears.” Izzy loves to grab your ears and tug on them until you give. It’s a fun game for him, but it’s hard for me to get ahold of his ears, since he stands well over my nose.
Tim resists at first, but starts wrestling back. Taking advantage of the situation, I pounce in and grab for one of Izzy’s low hanging ears. Since Tim isn’t much bigger than me, we team up against our far larger rival, and the match begins.
We wrestle around until we’ve all worn ourselves out. Eventually, Izzy gives a yelp as we tug him to the ground. “Rematch…in a few.” he wheezed. I plop down on the grass to catch my breath. The others do the same.
“You know what’s special about today?” I ask the other two after I have some breath back in my little lungs. They look at me, and the curious looks answer my question. “Our companions make plenty of food for everyone on this day. They make so much food and give it to everyone so that we remember to be thankful for what we get every day. At least, that’s what I think.”
Izzy and Tim just look at me like I’m a little crazy. “Well, what are you guys thankful for?” I ask when they don’t say anything.
“My blanket.” Tim says after a moment’s consideration. “And I like my ball, so I’m guess I’m thankful for that, too.”
“I like the glowing box with the animals in it! That means I’m thankful for it.” Izzy chimes in.
“Mama!” Thieves shouts down from the fence. He gives us a wink and hugs himself.
“Yes,” I agree with the clever rascal, “everyone should be thankful for their mamas- and papas, too.”
“Food!” Tim shouts excitedly and hops to his paws. I start to nod with a very serious look in my eyes. Food is indeed very good. Then the smell grabs my attention. The visitor, Christy, Debbie, and the old man are all standing on the porch, smiles on their faces and our food in their hands. Oh yeah, we will always be thankful for our lovable companions, too.
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.