ROCKY ADVENTURES – Birthday Wishes

With the house back to “normal,” I thought that the excitement was over for now. But I was very wrong. Right now, the house is full of people, some familiar and others I’ve never smelled before today. They’ve all gathered here…except for the old man. Yep, earlier this morning I was told to be good with a pat on my head as the old man and Debbie headed out the door for some shopping. Shortly after, these people arrived…along with some goodies.

The table and counter are littered with those present boxes, and the smell of sugary sweetness amongst other delicious tastes fills the air. Since their arrival, they’ve managed to change the looks of my home from “normal” to festival. Balloons are up on the ceiling, some of their strings hanging down far enough for me to catch (which is what I’m doing at the moment). Inside the kitchen is a much larger table covered in decorations and now awaits some of those fresh goodies for my tummy.

For now, this balloon has my firm attention, and no matter where I run, it follows and bounces along the walls and ceiling. One of the old man’s grandchildren is chasing me around, only making the situation that much more fun. I think this is the fifth balloon that they’ve taken away from me, and it won’t be the last.

After we take a few laps around the kitchen table, the balloon gets caught on one of the chairs and pulls out of my grasp. That doesn’t count for their team. We’ll call it a fumble and move on from there. I hop up and grab another low hanging sting to continue the game. This round ends quickly when the odds change and another pair of hands jumps in to assist. No fair.

Christy scoops me up and tells me to calm down. Something’s up. Everything is quiet, and the lights are going out. She takes me into the kitchen where everyone has already gathered and we wait in the dark. Well, it’s almost dark. A tasty cake illuminates the darkness with a single candle. I try to tug away to get at it, but Christy holds me fast and tells me to be quite.

That’s when the front door opened. I instantly picked up the scent of the old man. Then I hear some of his conversation with Debbie echo up the hallway. I hollered for the old man and told him they weren’t playing fair. But when he got to the kitchen and turned on the light, everyone started cheering and yelping, too.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. But then he smiled. He started hugging everyone and thanking them all. I was dropped back down to the floor so that I could join my companion. I trotted over and pawed his pant leg to let him know I was there. He scooped me up with a grunt and held me tight against his chest (his heart was beating a little faster than normal).

After the excitement had calmed and passed, we all gathered around the table, cake, and candle. The old man took a seat in his chair, and I took a seat in his lap. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then blew the candle out.

Everyone cheered, so I did too. Then the important stuff started happening. The cake was cut, divided, and passed out to the other party goers. Eventually everyone got a piece except for me. I looked up at the old man, my huge puppy dog eyes doing their best work ever. He thought. He pondered. His eyebrow lifted just a hair, letting me know that my efforts were working. Please…

And just when the old man was about to give (I saw it in his eye), Debbie brought me my own cake. She said it was a little something made especially for me on a special day. So, the old man and I enjoyed our own special cakes and the company of these very good friends and family.


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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