ROCKY ADVENTURE – What More Could a Dog Wish For?

Porch Potty: Rocky Adventures

“What’d you find over here?” Izzy demands and nudges me to make room to see. Of course, that isn’t his likeliest intention, and as predictably clever as he is, it’s more probable that he’s going to try and take off with my find. So, I push back and cut him off before he can try anything… Funny!

But, I’m not even really sure what it is that I found. The attic isn’t among the usual play areas, but the door was left open this morning and curiosity got the better of us. Now we’ve discovered that the room is full of oddities and strange smells which have kept us busy for most of the morning. And since we’re home alone today while Debbie and the old man have gone shopping (more treats for my belly, hopefully), we haven’t wasted any time finding some mischief to partake in.

My find is by far the strangest today. It looks like nothing more than a simple water bowl, but when I sniff it, I detect more scents that I can keep track of. When I dip my nose inside the bowl to get a better smell, the bowl spins and begins to dance wildly around on the floor. I looked at Izzy, ready to accuse him of knocking it away, but he looks just as surprised as I am.

That’s when the other dog appeared out of thin air. Well, not really “thin” air, more like musty and a little snippety to the nose. But you get the idea.

“Ah yeah, that feels good,” the strange new dog yawned while stretching her legs. “Your wet nose has awakened me from a hundred dog years of nap time.”

Both Izzy and I didn’t know what to do. One moment we’re alone and the next we have a strange new friend to play with. But I get the feeling that’s not why she’s here.

“Let’s cut to the chase and get the ball rolling on these wishes. What do you want first?” she asked, her eyes offering a rather incredulous look that made me even more curious. Both Izzy and I proceeded to inspect her, but weren’t able to actually smell anything. It was almost like she wasn’t there at all. Like magic…if you believe in that sort of thing.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” I demanded, trying to fluff up to appear as big as possible. Intimidating? Maybe, but mostly it was just me trying to be impressive. (I don’t really have to try.)

She shook her head and reiterated my questions to mock me. “Look, this was my house long before it was ever yours. I’m Ge-nia of the Greysons.” She paused and observed us like we were supposed to understand what that meant. We didn’t. “Okay, then we’ll just keep things simple. You can wish for and have any three things you want. Go.”

Izzy wet nosed me with excitement. “Awesome time! Wish for a bone. No. A thousand bones! No wait! Get us a thousand bones that taste like bananas, cupcakes, and steak!” His words were spilling out faster than my ears could catch, but one idea did sit right with me.

“Okay, Ms. Ge-nia, I wish we could have infinite playtime.” I boldly requested.

Then I found myself in an open field, full of grass and covered in balls and Frisbees and toys abundant for me to play with. So, I played. I grabbed a ball and tackled the ropes. I tumbled through the grass and dug deep in the sand. No one was there to tell me to stop. But, no one was there to enjoy it either. I was alone. I called out for Izzy and my other friends to come play. I called out to the old man to come throw the ball. No one answered and no one came. “This isn’t what I wanted!” I called out. “I want to go back home!”

In a flash, I was back in the attic with Izzy and Ge-nia. “That wasn’t what I wanted at all. There wasn’t anybody else to play with. Not even a squirrel to chase or a park pigeon to bark at.”

“Well, that was what you asked for. Maybe you’ll do better with your last wish.” Ge-nia said with a casual and uncaring shrug.

“I thought we had three wishes!” Izzy’s eyes widened with worry and surprise. “What kind of wish-granter are you?”

“Hey, you don’t like it, don’t wish for anything. I just do what’s asked of me and nothing more.” She slumped to the floor with her disparaging words and let out a sigh of boredom.

That’s when it hit me. She wasn’t a happy dog. No matter what kinds of special powers or brainy smarts or millions of bones you might have, if you aren’t happy, then nothing else matters. When I think of all the fun I have with the old man and my good friends like Izzy and Buck, I’ve really got everything a good dog could ever hope to wish for. Maybe that’s all this dog needs too.

“Alright, I wish you could have a loving companion and some great friends as well. I hope we’ll see you around the neighborhood sometime soon.”

And it was so.


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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