ROCKY ADVENTURE – Springtime Journey

Porch Potty: Rocky Adventures
Porch Potty: Rocky Adventures

We hadn’t gone far and I was already panting hard. My tongue rolled out, and dangled around, cooling me a little. Sometimes I think the old man has it easy, since he can just take his coat off when it gets warmer. But we dogs are seemingly stuck to our coats. And even if we could, it isn’t really in our nature to change our fashion every day, especially when you can’t improve excellence.

But, it is these rather hot moments that leave me wishing I could at least take a dip in a puddle of water. Not too deep though, since I can’t really doggy paddle that well. Izzy can. I check him out of my peripheral, seeing if he was as tired as I was. Nope. In fact, he was constantly pulling Debbie further ahead. Probably just trying to show off.

I wasn’t interested in tugged ahead. I set my pace to the old man’s and we keep our steps in tune. I come to the conclusion that tugging just makes me more tired. And I’m always choking myself. I can even hear Izzy wheezing a little, just because he’s pulling so hard. He’s still young though, and he’ll learn eventually.

Behind us, Buck isn’t exactly walking with the group. He keeps stopping at every single fence post to bark at some leaves or leave a message for others. Christy calls him and tries to tug him to keep up with us, and even Debbie and the old man give a holler. Izzy just boasts challenges to incentivize the slow poke. As for me, I’m just trying to save my breath. It’s my first walk in a while, and I’m definitely out of shape.

Sure, I could sprint across the yard to chase a squirrel out of my territory, or even make it from the bedroom to the kitchen before you even drop a crumb. But when it comes to endurance, I’m not the pup I used to be.

The old man stops, so I do as well, giving my haunches a rest on the shaded walkway. Apparently, we’re all going to wait for Buck, since this is supposed to be a group activity. But seeing as how I’m going to be out of breath by the time we get to the park, I don’t think I’m going to be doing much playing.

My water bowl drops down in front of me, empty. The flimsy thing was cool, but it wasn’t producing any water no matter how much I licked it. What I didn’t see was that the old man was trying to fill it up, but I was in the way. It’s okay though, since I did get a cooling shower in the process. I shook off the water, trying to keep it from getting in the ears (that does not feel good), and then commenced to enjoying a few laps in the water bowl.

Izzy nudged me out of the way, and apparently, the announcement of fresh water drew Buck right back into the midst of the group. We took turns cooling back down, offering an occasional cough when the water went the wrong way, and recommenced the journey.

It wasn’t much further to the park. The big trees loomed overhead, just now beginning to fill back up with shade. From here, I could see a few dogs and their companions playing together. There were some people grouped together under the trees, cooing and chatting with one another.

Izzy was tugging harder than ever now, whining that he was missing some immediate fun. Buck sounded our arrival as the gate opened up and we entered the park. Izzy and Buck immediately raced away, joining a game of keep-away. Some Great Dane had the ball and was charging ahead of the pack, barking challenges to the pursuers.

As for me, I’m going to take a rest with the old man here. We sat on a shady bench, taking a moment to catch our respective breath. We both took some water and followed it up with a recharge treat of jerky. I was careful to eat it in secret, as other dogs might see and want. I know I would.

After a little cool-down time, the ball emerged from the bag and the old man tossed it out into the field. He looked at me, and I looked at him. I sighed. Okay, I guess I’ll go get it for you again. He does this to me every time. I go get it for him and all he does is throw it away. It looks like it’s going to be a busy day at the park.


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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Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure
Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure

Stretching is my primary concern at the moment. It feels so nice to wiggle my paws and see how long I can make myself. In addition to feeling good, it is a great way to instigate a good belly rub when someone else is around. But, I’m all alone right now (on the couch) hanging out for the afternoon.

That’s when I hear the wrappers. The rustle and the noise give advice to the fact that the old man is probably preparing an afternoon snack. And that’s enough reason to dismount my comfortable spot and head for the kitchen.

Back on the ground, I find that my leg is all tingly, almost like I stepped in some stickers. I must’ve been sleeping for a while. And even with the sun popping out earlier in the day, my schedule hasn’t changed much from the regular snooze moments I’ve been accustomed too.

The sensation goes away after a few moments, and I’m back on all fours by the time I get to the kitchen. Yup, the old man has definitely spread the jelly on the bread, and snack time is about to commence. It’s time to put my sweet-face on. No one can resist my level of charm.

At the table, the old man settles down to enjoy his tea (which I’ve never gotten a single lap of, but it’s apparently delicious), and is munching on a snack. First, I have to get his attention, which is done with a light pawing at his shoe. Once I do that, I put on my cute face. I try. I try harder. I even add in a tiny woof to make sure he knows what he’s supposed to be doing.

But, he just shakes his head. No, this is impossible. No one can resist my charms. Why? Why would you deprive me of such goodies? I ask him this, but his only reply is that I shouldn’t have it. Why shouldn’t I have it? That’s outrageous talk! We’ve enjoyed it together for so long now; I can’t see why I shouldn’t have it.

Then, with a silent, but meaningful gesture, the old man pats my flanks. I know I’m cute, but quite frankly, I’ve always thought that the little chub on my sides made me just irresistibly adorable. And that’s an image I intend to maintain.

But the old man doesn’t waver from his decision, so no snack-sharing for today. Though, he does offer me something. It’s something new, a treat I’ve never seen before in my life. Well, maybe I have, as I proceeded to munch it down too quickly to take note of the visual characteristics.

The thing here is that I’m teased with the treat. Is it mine? He puts it close enough for me to smell it, which only makes the situation worse because it’s quite fantastic. The bag crinkles and crunches in his hand, assuring me that there are more where this came from.

He doesn’t give it to me though. Instead, he walks away, the treat dangling in his hand. We exit the kitchen and enter the living room, the old man walking as I hop along, trying to snatch it from his grasp. Before long, I’m huffing and puffing, finding it more difficult to breath than normal. I can’t help it, as the very idea of munching on that treat has me so excited. I have to get it. But the old man moves faster and he’s getting harder to keep up with.

So, I turn and race the other way in an attempt to cut him off. But, all he does is turn the other way, and I’m forced to keep up with him. We dance like this for a while, with my breathing getting difficult at every turn. I stop to cough every few bounds I take, slowing my efforts to get at the goods.

Finally, the old man caves in and stops the teasing, offering me the treat and rubbing my back while I enjoy it. And even though it doesn’t taste awesome, the effort to get it made it all that much more enjoyable. He pats my sides, letting me know it’s something we need to work on. And quite frankly, I agree. I’ve been a little too lazy for too long, and such games (plus a walk) definitely give me a chance to stretch my legs more often.


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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ROCKY ADVENTURE – Alright, Who Stole My Bone!?

Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure
Porch Potty: Rocky Adventure

Back in my cushion pile, I double check to see if any paws have been prying at my secret stash. Ball? Check. Fluff collection? It’s still here. Bone… Where’s my bone? Someone has been here. Someone has taken my bone.

Panic sets in at first. Who would have taken my bone? Who would know where it was hidden? No one knows about my stash, not even my best friends, Izzy and Buck. And surely, Christie and Debbie wouldn’t want it. Or would they?

I have to calm down. There are too many variables racing through my mind right now and all I’m doing is blaming everyone. But, it can only be one of them, so I have to find the clues that’ll lead me to my bone. Let’s see, the old man and I began our travels many days ago (I have since forgotten when it was that we left), and as far as I know, there wasn’t anyone else in the house when we left.

I dig in deep, sniffing all of my treasures to see if there are any trace elements of the perpetrator. There’s nothing on the ball, but I catch a faint whiff of something different stuck in the fuzz. Evidence? It’s not the old man’s scent, but it is somewhat familiar.

The fluff pulls apart easily, revealing a new item caught in the tangles. It smells fruity, and a little gummy, like those treats that Christie likes to snack on sometimes (she doesn’t ever share those ones). This is a great clue to start out with and gives me an excellent place to start investigating the whereabouts of my bone. But first, I eat the clue (just to make sure nothing is overlooked) and it isn’t that great.

It’s time to go check on some possible suspects. Down the hall and out into the yard (it’s nice to be able to go out whenever I want to again). I braced for a cold blast, but was met with a comfortably warm breeze. I can already smell the new grass beginning to grow and even the birds have begun hopping around in the tree again (though the leaves aren’t there yet).

Then I spot Buck, who is now sniffing around some new flower pots. He looks suspicious. It’s time to see what he knows.

“Hey, Buck,” I call out nonchalantly. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” he sharply responded, his leg hiked up halfway while he checked his surroundings. When he realized it was just me, he finished what he was doing and joined me at the fence.

It was time to get down to business. “Have you seen my bone?” I started. “You know the one that smells really delicious?”

“Not me,” Buck answered without hesitation. “Where was it?”

“Ha! Nice try, Buck. I’m not telling you where my secret hiding place is.”

“That’s okay. I already know where it is.”

“What?” I drew back in surprise. “Alright, where is it then?”

Buck shrugged confidently, “behind the third couch cushion after you pass the zipper on the left.”

How could this be? I’ve been hiding my things there forever, and suddenly everyone knows where it is. And I know that if Buck knows, every dog in the neighborhood surely knows. Then it hit me. Buck did have my bone. If he knew where it was, then it’s obvious that he took it.

“So it was you that took it!” I accused. “Why did you try to lie to me? You must’ve known I’d figure your scheme out in the end.”

“You asked if I had seen it. I didn’t. But Christie, she could smell it,” Buck chuckled to himself. “She went over there to take care of some things, and I heard her scream that she’d found something smelly.”

“She could smell my secret hiding place?” I was befuddled. Rarely could our companions appreciate a good sense of smell. But, she must’ve liked it so much that she took it for herself. And that’s just rude. “I guess it’s gone now. I really liked that bone too. It still had a lot of flavor stuck to it.”

“I don’t think she liked the smell, so I’m sure she didn’t keep it,” Buck assured. “In fact, I think it bothered her so much, that when she came back out, she tossed it out into the yard. And I don’t remember her picking it up.”

“So, it’s in the yard?”

“Probably, if the squirrels haven’t taken off with it yet,” Buck affirmed, but then turned away thoughtfully. “Those rascal critters, I think they stole the flowers out of the pots too.”

“I’ve got to go,” I cut him off before he started ranting on any further. He can drift off with his wild accusations and they’ll last for hours, especially when it comes to squirrels or bunnies.

I scanned the yard, searching for anything out of place. Zigzagging, I checked under sticks, leaves, and even some dirt. Then I caught a whiff of something.  It was strong and powerful, floating in on the breeze. I followed it right to the far edge of the fence, and uncovered my bone. Victory!

I knew I would find it. And now, it’s time to chew. Unfortunately, the smell was obviously less appreciated by others, and as soon as I returned it to its spot, the old man found it and replaced it with something new. And this one did taste a little better 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.

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