I peeked out my little window, and watched as the old man stared outside. The rumbling has since faded into a distant hum, so I can’t quite figure out what’s so interesting outside that window. The old man has been staring out of it for a while now, occasionally stopping to check on me. But he seems so intrigued about what’s out there.
There’s no way I can see it, though. Being stuck down here in my little box isn’t exactly fun, and the entertainment is fairly limited. Just me and my bone to pass the time, and since I can’t sleep, I’m pretty much up for the rest of the trip.
This isn’t much different from last time, except that there’s another rather furry creature in the seat behind the old man. I can see them moving around occasionally, offering a light whimper on occasion to let me know how things are going.
It doesn’t seem that boredom has this furry critter by the tail. Rather, it is fear. Perhaps it’s their first time travelling? I was so unsure about what was happening the last time I was in this situation, so I decided to offer some advice.
“Hey,” I whispered, “What’s your name?”
“Who’s there?” her voice shouted back.
“Keep it quiet.” I whispered back harshly, “They don’t like it when you start yelling. I’m Rocky, and this isn’t my first time in this place.”
“What are we doing here?” the voice asked, far more secretive in nature than before.
“We’re just here to hang out for a while, I guess. There’s not much to do but wait, but there’s really nothing to be scared about around here.”
“Are you sure?” the voice was a little anxious in nature, but still minimal in tone. “I heard some thunder earlier, and it sounds like rain outside.”
“I can’t see, but the good news is that it can’t get in here. I stayed dry last time, so no worries when it comes to the weather. Just be cool and everything is gonna be all right.”
“It’s good to have someone to talk to. My mama is asleep right now, so I’ve been trying to wake her up so we can chat.”
“They’ll do that, but it’s still hard for me to sleep here. It’s just too strange. I’ll talk to you though. We just have to keep it down,” I assured my new furry acquaintance.
“What do you think is outside that window?” the voice asked. “I think it’s an aquarium, like the one my mama keeps with all the fishies in it.”
“That might be true. My old man has been staring out there for a while now, so I guess there might be some fish outside. Or maybe, it could be a picture box that shows stories. The old man likes staring at that thing when we aren’t playing outside.”
“I like staring at the aquarium just because those fish do the funniest things sometimes. One time they go left. Then right. Then they swim into the cave and pop out the top. You never know what they’re going to do. Ah, it feels nice to talk to someone else. My name is Lucy. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Rocky.”
“It’s nice to meet you too…” I managed to say as the rumbling started again and that feeling of being tossed up in the air settled in my belly.
“There it is again!” my new friend cried out in a strange voice.
“It’ll be gone in a minute, wait and see,” I assured. And it was. After a few moments of shaking and tossing about in my cage, things calmed down. And it was time to go. The old man picked me up and we began to make our way out of the place.
Then we bumped into to someone. I heard the old man excuse himself, but for a moment, we were face to face with them and their companion. I stared out of my window and into hers, noticing her long whiskers and a very fluffy face. It was Lucy.
“Meow,” was all she said, thanking me for the company, even if it was only for a short trip back home. We wouldn’t normally have gotten along well in any other situation, but today was different. And we proved that to each other. So always be ready, because you never know where you might meet your next friend…or who they might be.
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.