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ROCKY ADVENTURE – We Come with Treats

Jun 18, 2012

Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure

It was just like any other ordinary Saturday evening. The old man had fallen asleep in front of his picture box, and had since begun to snore a radical tune in something similar to the flat notes his old piano plays. Needless to say, it was very annoying.

The picture that was presently in the box didn’t have anything to do with dogs. In fact, the creatures in there looked a little odd, with heads that were kind of like light-bulbs. I wasn’t at all interested. Unless it has to do with the mighty roaming lion or the clever wolves that premier on channel that Izzy likes to watch, I’m not really interested. This is simply a chance for me to get a great belly rub.

But, all good things must come to an end and the belly rub did too. The old man found his niche in the couch and fell into a deep sleep. But I haven’t. Nope, and in fact, I suddenly feel the urge to relieve myself. It’s always a hard decision between sitting here in a very comfortable spot, or getting up, removing yourself from the comforts of your spot, going outside, and relieving yourself.

In the end though, when you’ve got to go, you’ve just got to go. So I went. Through the doggy door and out into the much cooler night air I wandered. The heat from the day had worried me, and I was concerned that the patio was going to toast my paws again. But with the sun down, the moon and stars have taken their place to cool us down for the night.

I was midway through my duties when everything went awry. The sky, once dark had now brightened just like it was daytime. I froze, filled with the sensation that someone or something was now watching me. A strange sound filled the air, howls of excitement telling me that I wasn’t alone and demanding the reassurance that they too weren’t alone.

So I responded with my own howl…

Next thing I knew, I was surrounded by a completely different world. It was almost like my house, but the insides smelled funny and the walls weren’t arranged the same way. My environment didn’t worry me though. Nope. And in fact, it was all the dogs that were staring at me that caused my emotional stirs. Some were little like me and some were big like Izzy. But, they all had one thing in common- I was the center of their attention.

“What?” I cried, “What do you want from me?”

“Well,” the dogs chanted in unison, “we want you to come back with us to our home planet. You have no place here in this strange world roamed by two-legged creatures. They don’t even know how to ‘speak’ or ‘roll over.’ Silly creatures that seem to take our fellow ‘dog-kind’ for granted. Come with us and you will forever enjoy treats in bottomless bowls and endless fields to chase whatever you want.”

“No!” I cried, “My companion doesn’t take me for granted. In fact, He’s probably worried and looking for me right now. There’s no way I would leave him!”

A single dog stepped forward, eying me intensely. Above her eyes and behind her ears grew a pair of stalks, almost like the sprouting plants in the old man’s garden. The stalks were just like thin sticks, but the tips were budding flowers that almost resembled a blossom of roses, glowing iridescently just like a light-bulb would.

Then, she put her nose to mine, telling me to be still for just a moment. Normally hyper, I was calmed by her voice, and could only watch as the flowers flashed several times above my head. Estranged from my own mind, I watched as she wandered through my fondest memories of life and the many adventures I had shared with my friends and my companion.

“What an interesting life you’ve had, earth-dog. It is good that our travels bring us to those like you so that we can define our own purpose. Tell no dog what you’ve seen here today, and we’ll leave you with a treat that will never run out. Be well, live long, and be good when it comes time to take a bath.” She eyed me suspiciously at those last words.

In a flash of light, I woke up. I shook my head groggily, some of my dream still sticking. Oh my dog…It was all a sleepy dream. Uhhg! No more watching that silly box right before bedtime. I stared up at the old man. He was apparently waking up from his own dream, shaking his head as to get the sleep out of it. Oh well, it was all just a dream…at least for him. In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying this intergalactic treat that never seems to run out of flavor!

Hey, it could happen…Right?

Author:

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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