The festivities of the last few days have left me a little tuckered out. Even the old man has been taking a few extra naps during the day. Of course, it is a little cooler now. But all the falling leaves and cool afternoons are something I enjoy playing in, even if it is alone.
For now though, itâ€™s sunbathing time. Iâ€™ve been resting here, being a little lazy, but itâ€™s what I do. The afternoon sun is warm, contrasting against the cool air. Both feel good on my furry body.
Then something strange happens. A car, unfamiliar to my territory has parked just outside the fence. I growl to warn, but a kind looking fella emerges. With him comes the scent of something rather delicious. Itâ€™s hard to resist when food is involved, so I move in for a closer look. The kind fella is nice enough to toss me a piece of his parcel which I do appreciate. I sniff, and when things seem tasty enough I begin to munch.
Sadly, thatâ€™s when I was stolen.
Two large hands haul me up and away with my snack still in mouth, and I go for a ride in this mysterious manâ€™s car. The smell of several other pups fills the air, but no one but this thief and I are present. I hop to the window and start barking furiously, calling to the old man to help. Thieves the raccoon sits on the edge of the fence, waving goodbye to me. He seems almost as sad as I am.
We donâ€™t drive long, and my growling doesnâ€™t seem to bother the man. But my marking does. Oh yeahâ€¦I messed that whole back seat. Perhaps I was a little scared (Iâ€™d never admit it to anyone else), but it was possibly just because I could smell all the other messages that were left in that car. Most were scary. I knew I was in trouble.
We arrived somewhere other than my home. Things were getting confusing, and everything was happening so fast that I didnâ€™t really know how to react. I snapped and growled, but was bagged and carried away against my will. The feeling of being carried in a sack is scary, as if you have no control over where youâ€™re going, but you can still move. I struggle, but nothing comes of it. Then, Iâ€™m tossed carelessly away, and I find myself in free-fall. That tasty snack finds its way up before I even land.
I escape the sack and look around my new environment- four walls, no windows, and a couple of those floor sweeper things that I love to attack when the old man is brushing the floor. The only light that invades the room is the beam from the doorâ€™s bottom. Then I see them. The light reflects of another creatureâ€™s eyes. I growl a weak warning, but the creatureâ€™s response relaxes me.
â€œGuess they got you, too.â€
The other pup sniffs me, and I sniff her. Sheâ€™s a lot bigger than me. Sheâ€™s one of those pups whose job is to round up sheep. I saw it on that glowing box that Izzy watches. He knows all the different types of pups. I think he said they were Boring Collies or something like that. He said they were know-it-alls.
â€œWell, what do you think? I donâ€™t want to stay here, and Iâ€™m sure you wanna get back home, too,â€ she whispers to me. Not really an introduction, but sheâ€™s right. If I ever want to see my companion again, we have to get out of here with the quickness.
Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories.Â Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky give you a chance to see daily life from a â€œdogâ€™s eye viewâ€ and share in their thoughts.Â Please enjoy, and we hope that youâ€™ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dogâ€™s very own Rocky Adventures.